| Wednesday, July 06, 2005 |
| Having a Blast |
Management has received complaints about the lengthy nap taken by the Baby Lauren blog this past week. We apologize for any inconvenience this has caused you would like to offer you a complimentary Similac beverage or burp cloth towel service free of charge. We now return you to our regular programming.
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We had a fantastic holiday weekend, or at least I think we did, seeing as how my short term memory rivals that of a gnat. Oh, but I have pictures. There is evidence of having a good time.
Okay, so she doesn't look all that happy, but just look at the cute outfit Aunt Karen made for Lauren's first 4th of July. I think the best part was the fireworks embroidery on the butt that can partially be seen here. How deviantly appropriate.
We readied ourselves on Sunday morning to go visit the Millers. Cheerios were the main course of our breakfast feast. I was lucky enough to catch Lauren showing off her most recent talent: fish lips.
There isn't enough photograph glow effect in the world to cover up the fact that Rancito is sporting a t-shirt with cut off sleeves in this picture. I think it's time we made a special trip to the store, doncha think?
Lauren secretly loves all of the doting, being the only granddaughter, after all. Those boy cousins sure do get rowdy. Lauren's on special assignment from the Baby Mafia to take a hit out on one of them.
1. Beady eyes. Check.
2. Plastic wrench. Check.
3. Adorable disguise. Check.
Grandma Miller did not disappoint with a smorgasbord of smoked ribs, chicken, and pork chops. There were beans with bacon, fresh salad, tabouli, pasta salad, potato salad, and a bunch of other stuff Mom shouldn't have piled on her plate. Apple pies, pecan pies, and cupcakes, oh my! Yep, it was a dieter's nightmare. I still lost another pound. Whoo hoo!
After we rolled out of the house after the feasting, the children dispersed to the kiddie pool or Batman Slip 'N Slide. Soon all six of the children wanted to get into the 3 ft round kiddie pool. When the boys departed the pool, all that was left was an inch of muddy sod. Fun times for all.
The water play soon turned to the skies, as Uncle Rancito and Triple D rigged a frog kite so that it was soon venturing into the satellite fly zone. Lauren had a try at the kite flying with the help of Aunt Trina and Daddy.
So, you're telling me that frogs can fly now? No way!
I overheard the uncles say that they would fly the kite until it gave up the goat. Twenty minutes later, I saw the guys lounging in the patio chairs and spotted the kite handle tied to Grandma Miller's birdbath. The froggie was still going strong.
We returned home and spent Monday loitering around the house. We kicked ourselves out when the sun started to dip lower in the sky. Lauren's whale pool was set up earlier, so we went for a dip. Lauren didn't really want to sit down because the water was still a little cool. As a watched her hang out on the rim, I saw a dribble run down her leg. Double take: Did I miss her sitting down and getting up? Oh yeah, ever since the pool diaper explosion of 2005, I refuse to put a diaper on Lauren when she's in her pool. That was pee, running down her leg. Sweet.
Mommy, guess what I just did?
That's my girl. Rancito and I have this running joke about the Ralph Lauren commercials. He makes fun of the models and the serious, far away looks in their eyes. Lauren thought she'd give it a try, too.
Watch out Tyra and Giselle, Lauren's the new girl in town!
I think that the cool pee-pee water was too much for Lauren because she was soon re-enacting "Escape from Alcatraz."
I didn't get my 100% daily intake of flip flop today. I think I'll go for some grass to make up the nutrients.
When night fell, we all stood out in the front yard and watched the neighborhood pyrotechnicians set off a display of fireworks that made me feel as though I really was living through WWII in a bunker. I was so proud of Lauren. She didn't cry at all. She didn't really smile either, just stuck out her pouty lip and gave herself whiplash trying to check out the beautiful 360 degree display of money being flushed down the toilet.
When we came inside, more to rescue Farlito from his own fright than anything, I snapped this picture. Lauren's HDL had the kids make t-shirts last week. It says "Made in America, 2004" and has Lauren's blue handprints on it.
Mommy, can we open a fireworks stand next year? That was fun!
Honey, I'm sorry, but I don't think so. Mommy isn't really happy with fireworks right now. Specifically, she's not happy with the teenagers two houses down that shot of BlackCats one at a time, every 10 seconds until 3 am, on a work night, no less. It only took until 2am for Mommy to call the police, but since we live out in boonie-land, there was nothing they could do. So they can shoot fireworks all night? Yep. No disturbing the peace, no noise pollution, no temporary insanity from going over and ringing those idiot's necks? Nope. Yep, that's my excuse for the blog nap. Momma's tired. But, she's trying. No less than eight pictures tonight. With commentary. Thank you and good night. |
| posted by ieatcrayonz @ 7/06/2005 |
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