Unapproved Dates

This past week Bronwyn had her first unapproved date. While visiting some friends she was tired and saw a pack n play. Upon seeing this she was quick to climb into said pack n play to take a nap, oblivious about the poor boy who was trying to sleep. Thankfully though he was quick to point out, through some screams and yells, that someone was trying to be an interloper in his bed.

Genocide

This past evening my wife gave me full approval to commit genocide on a foul infestation on our property. No, it was not against males or team pink as the first would most likely end up in a long prison term and the latter she would probably not approve of. No, it was on a nest of insidious wasps on crack which are more commonly called Yellow Jackets.

I waited until evening and then snuck up to the in-ground nest armed with half of a bottle of bleach. Quickly pouring it down the hole which I then covered with a bucket. Hopefully this menace has been removed from the front yard so I can once again mow the lawn without fear of pain and injury.

Mis-heard

Sometimes what we think we heard isn't quite what was actually said.


Wife: Had 3 smokes today
Me: You had 3 today? Your pregnant and you don't smoke.
Wife: The baby wanted some cigarettes.  (While snorting chocolate smoothie out of her nose)

Independance Day

This is how Team Blue thinks is a good way to celebrate our nations birth.

Aeralind testing out the motorcycle before asking her daddy for help.

Me taking her out for a spin on the bike.

When Blue Strikes Back

There is a difference between my wife and I when we dress the girls. I generally dress them in neutral colors though sometimes I am forced to dress them in pink. One day though my wife forced poor Bronwyn to wear pink. Aeralind in an effort to save her sister from the dark side vaulted into her crib and tackled her to the ground. I am uncertain if she was successful or not though.

My wife on the kids.

No Aeralind, Bronwyn likes having her eyes out and about so she can see.

The Bannana is awake and wiggly.


I don't know what to say.

Horror of all horrors

It seems that something horrific has happened in our house. Our laundry has been over taken by pink. My wife informed me that between her and the girls they have enough pinks for a load all on their own. Do we really need that much pink in the house? On the positive side, now I don't have to worry about pink tainting any of my clothes in the wash.

To avoid the use of mind bleach by seeing that much pink, I shall give you a picture of a Scissor-Tailed Flycatcher.