this is my life... plastic fruit and baby fingers.

Our little grape.

Jackson, the Lion...


Piglet...


Blanch the cat, my husband, Lita Jo and the dog were all hanging out on the couch, but you can't see the dog. She was there...


Blanche, with her new 'do'...

We shaved the two larger cats because the hair was getting out of control. Also, they look so damn cute. All I do is pet them now instead of shooing them away. Its a bonus for everyone.

Its a word, I swear.

I know, I know, I know. Its not an actual word, but, I mean, she was trying to use her words.
She has gotten quite good at it.
Just the other day she was telling me that she hates the fact that when she craps herself we laugh and scream,"Good girl!" as if its really all that awesome. She said,"Mom, its just not that awesome."

I guess I would hate it if every time I shit my pants my husband jumped up and down and shouted, "Yay! You pooped!"
That would suck.

Sucker.

Turn your volume all the way up for this one.
Its sooooo loud when she does it that it sounds almost fake, like there is a hidden speaker somewhere.