Sunday, April 26, 2009


Maddie: What are you doing?

Me: Feeding Bella some mama's milk.

Maddie: Can I have some milk?

Me: Errrrr.....NO.



Maddie: I really want those high heeled flip flops

Me: Your mama says you are too young for them. No.

Maddie: But I'll keep them at your house.

Me: It doesn't work that way, Missy. If Mama says no then you can't have them.

Maddie: But they are so cute!

Me: Yes, they are. Maybe when you are 10 you'll be old enough for high heeled flop flops.

Maddie 10! I'm only seven.

Me: I know.

(insert about 15 more "buts" in here)

Maddie: BUT... Nevermind. "But" doesn't work with you.

Me: HA HA HA. You're right. "but" doesn't work with me.


Well, we've been homeless now for almost 3 weeks. I'm lucky that my hubby actively scouts out the "perfect" homeless location for us under the next bridge, tree, or behind that tall rock. I'm so glad we have family and friends that love us enough to put us up for the night so I don't have to endure the "tinfoil" dinner that I'm sure John dreams about cooking for his homeless family.

That being said...we drove from Sierra Vista to Phoenix...spent easter morning in Phoenix and then off to LA. In LA we saw Tracy and Dasia who so kindly kept our gigantic bags for us so we only had to pack what was needed for Portland. We spent about 10 days in Portland (four at the magical wonderful land of the beach.)...and then flew back to LA...picked up our bags...And flew the next AM to DC.

We were a little stressed that our LAX to DC flight was going to leave without us so as we were heading toward the security check point we rounded the corner and saw the elevator doors closing. Like the skilled ninja mama that I am I aimed and pushed the speedy stroller to catch the doors...let go and off flew our Graco stroller right into the door of the elevator...jammed in between the door and the wall...the elevator doors opened back up...we had a good laugh when we caught up to it and saw a poor old man who had a heartattack when the stroller went flying into the elevator alone...whoops....:) Oh...I should probably mention that bella was not IN the stroller. Sheesh...wouldn't that give me mom of the year award?

Bella was a rockstar on the airplane...singing like the lead singer of a scream rock band. Music for my ears and loud enough for the whole plane to enjoy. I loved watching our seat in front neighbors pull out the earplugs. ha ha ha...its a good thing she is so cute.

Now we're in DC where I have enjoyed our time with the day family and I got to see two great friends last night where sissy Jenna once again OUTDID herself in the BBQ foodfest department. I have consumed about 7 rice krispie treats in the past 2 days and gained 14 pounds. I love it. Bella and Savannah cooed and kicked at each other like they've known each other their whole lives.

Tomorrow we fly off into the wild blue yonder to Frankfurt. I'm sooooo glad the flight is overnight so baby girl will sleep (fingers crossed...) we come!

Wednesday, April 01, 2009


Ever seen that Seinfield episode with the soup Nazi that bans Seinfield from his soup for two weeks?

Yup...I've been banned from being an escort to the kids for their flight to Germany when they come to visit this summer by the biomom Nazi.

**side note** I think I can say "Biomom Nazi" with no judgemental tone since I am now a BIOMOM. So don't take that the wrong way all you women with children...

Apparently I've been labeled an "inappropriate" choice by Cruella and she is adamant that Maddie's mental health doctor will agree with her.

Not that I believe a word that comes out of her mouth as it is mostly self serving gibberish that sounds a lot like this, "ME ME ME I WANT ME WANT I AM IMPORTANT TO ME," every time I hear her open her mouth, but lets just pretend for a minute that her doctor really did say I was a bad choice.


Other than the terrible travesty of injustices that I lay on these kids (think back to Eric in tears because I make him "play" and "brush his teeth" and he doesn't have to do that at mom's house) I'm guessing its because Cruella is threatened by my friendship with them and has displayed me in the worst light possible.

Well, we shall see how this summer vacation turns out...according to the court docs she doesn't get to choose, but she'll make it hard on us if we don't give in on this one...and frankly....15 hours on a plane with the kids really doesn't sound like a party to me so I'm not really crying over this edict.