6th picture from the 6th folder

I was tagged by Hear Their Everywear, and I'm a little scared.



but there she is, baby Princess on my unmade bed, in a cute dress and hat. This got me to thinking. Since then I have gotten a newer camera, and those pictures are in their own folder, so just to be fair, let me post another.



And there you have it, baby princess playing and being silly on my untidy living room floor.

Now I need to tag people, and I'm not even sure who reads my blog, so I'm up for suggestions... :)

Halloween stuff

Supper club this weekend has a Halloween theme, and I have to figure out how to word something that I can bring so that it sounds spooky or halloweenish. Let me just say, I don't know how to do that without it sounding like something no one would want to touch, let alone eat! Bloody Mary, I can do, but I didn't make up that name. Hopefully people will understand and hope that I'm not being unfestive.

Speaking of Halloween, I got the Princess' costumes, and look how cute they are!



I won the choice and they will both be dressed like princesses, and not like some slutty Hollywood starlet. Sorry, I know that's harsh, but I really don't get dressing your child up like that!

UGH!!!

Whatever! That's all I have to say, WHAT-E-VER!

Facebook is my friend

Sad, but true. Facebook and I have regular contact all day long. We hit each other with little zingers and wink at each other, just to make sure we know that it was just a joke, we play games throughout the day. I have even been so involved in my friendship with Facebook that I have neglected what I should be doing, like cleaning the house, cooking meals for my family, you know the mom stuff. Of course, my friendship with Facebook is still more healthy than my friendship with Plurk was. I had to end all ties with Plurk, I don't even peek in on him anymore...

I will not end my Facebook ties, I'm much too involved now. :) And to tell you the truth, I'm a good friend to have, I can give support when needed, Facebook I will help, Plurk, I can not. Facebook still allows me to get things done, even if a little later than I meant to, but it gets done, Plurk kept me from getting a lot done, I'm guessing that is what an unhealthy relationship is like.

I am Italy

You Are Italy

You are incredibly chic. Your confidence and sense of style always shine through. You are obsessed with presenting yourself well. You understand how much first impressions matter. Your family is very important to you. You provide them with any emotional or financial support that they need. But more than anything, you just enjoy spending time with your family... especially when food is shared!

What Country Are You?

I saw this in K-Mom's blog and then again in Poodlehead's blog. I guess I like the food in Italy, we'll go with that.

on going to church...

Here in Alabama church is pretty consistent, most people go. I am reminded of when I was in Utah, most people went there, but it seemed like it was mostly a defensive move, to prove the Mormons wrong or something. I like going to church, it's nice having another community that I belong to. I like having dinner prepared for me on Wednesday nights, and the kids can play while I chat with other moms. I also like believing in God. I feel better feeling like something bigger is taking care of things here. I don't think, however, that there is a "wrong church" or a "right church", I think that as long as we go, it's all good. Now, I don't mean that if you don't go it's bad, you have that right as a human being, if you can't fit it in your day then by all means, don't go. I like going because I feel better when I go to church. I like singing the hymns and the fellowship with the people at church, feeling like I'm being cared for, not just by a higher power, but also by the congregation. I feel better not only by praying for the poor, sick and suffering, also because we donate time, money and service to them.

There you have it, why I like church. Besides, look how cute the kids are in their little dresses. :)

Baby Princess going to school...

There she is before her first day. I am so proud of her being at "preschool", but I feel like my baby is growing all up. I have always been happier when my kids have grown older, but now I guess it feels more final. I'm not going to have anymore kids, I am not even sure if I can. She's my last baby.

She was probably more ready for school than I was, no tears. And look at her, a cute little school girl! :)