Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
Since I'm STILL waiting for an exchange from Athleta, I continue to ogle bathing suits. This one is a bit skimpy for an aged mother of four, but I love the cheery watermelon colors. The top, though, is $77. Just shy of $90 by my math. The bottoms, then, must be NON essential...maybe in a Blue State, Messieurs Nordstrom. I would need the $88 bottoms here in Red Red Oklahoma.
Friday, June 12, 2009
Rory? No, he's fine; despite looking like he pulled a Superman off the ginormous playset, he merely crashed into his brother during a game room soccer match.
Coletti is obviously fine, seen here modeling Mama's latest Gymboree binge:
And the cherubic Will is just fine too, despite (because of?) putting Mama through the daily horror of loading up 4 kids and a dog for a stroller walk in 90 degree humidity just to get him to nap:
Keane, too, is perfectly wonderful, but was too busy creating online avatars to be photographed.
So what's the problem, you ask? MAMA and DADA are SUFFERING! I felt just OFF all week; tired, run down, achy, alternately nauseous and famished. Pregnant, right? That's what I thought! But NO - DON'T WORRY MOM! Either it was just dealing with my OWN CHILDREN 24/7 for two weeks, and trying to wean her highness after almost 11 months of nursing, or a touch of swine flu.
And PVT is fine, but is bordering on SKINNY. He has lost almost 20 pounds! I am hoping he parlays this into a reality TV show and book deal (alas, a short book! Eat less!) - he looks MAGNIFIQUE. But diets, 4 kids and a FULL TIME JOB can be a bit all-CONSUMING...
So we were quite looking forward to a sitter and a long, languorously liquid dinner this evening. But alas! A huge sitter snafu. So here we are tonight, with our glorious offspring and the Berenstain Bears.
Don't worry, my friends. We shall persevere. As a wise childless friend once told us, "There are no victims. Only volunteers."
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Monday, June 8, 2009
Unfortunately my big fat income of ZERO precludes me from buying PVT the big black Suburban, or the three week European vacation punctuated with occasional rounds of golf (without the kids! or, with the kids but we bring a hot nanny? You choose, honey!). But I did finally realize after said nineish years that I could at least treat him to a birthday dessert he would like ENJOY. I have always bought garish overly frosted birthday cakes from pricey bakeries...because that's what I LOVE. So, given PVT's penchant for healthy desserts made from FRUIT, I made a peach pie! From scratch! And it was eaten by many, including PVT, who sacrificed his diet for a day. It might not have been as good as a week in an Umbrian villa swimming in pools of Orvieto, but hopefully it showed my undying love and devotion. Because I can't bake at ALL.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
After this atrocity was erected outside her master bedroom, Ravishing Red Ann and family purchased a wee (I mean WEE! 3 pounds after a full meal and a bit of water retention) puppy. Said puppy slipped through the fence into our yard where our canine was so excited to see this dollop of whip cream that THIS occurred:
Yes, that is 70 pounds of Lab mix falling on a Westie puppy's twig of a femur.
What other possible neighborly misdemeanors can we VTs commit, you ask? Besides the constant screeching and shrieking and the oh-so-audible threats to sell children to a Romanian orphanage? Well, this: whenever RRA and her innocent daughters wander into their OWN BACKYARD, they are treated to a view of Will's white little bum and his white little - well, thingamajig. No, I am not operating a child porn circuit out of my home; we have commenced potty training, and being the lazy, forgetful mother that I am, I find that letting him run au naturel is the most effective technique (can you use that term when you're talking about pee?) in the potty training - ah, what's a politically correct term? - JOURNEY. As in journey through Dante's SEVEN CIRCLES...
But I digress. So, RRA, I apologize that you will NEVER BE ABLE to sell your home and leave lovely Tulsa. But, as a small consolation, you know that I am always here for you. Especially during Happy Hour.
Monday, June 1, 2009
And le bebe enjoying her first summer with a broader view than mama's gargantuan postpartum boobs:
Me? Because my quest for a suitable bathing suit continues, I will NOT post a picture in my current bathing suit - nipple cleavage would render this site even LESS family-friendly than it already is. I almost had a winner: a good friend and former co-worker, Karri (who still loves me despite my LARGE carbon footprint), recommended Athleta to me. I had never heard of this site, but it is an orgiastic smorgasbord of swimwear - wonderful stuff! So I ordered a sampling, and was quite smitten with the sexy-ish black bathing suit cover up I received. Probably because it did a wonderful job COVERING UP that darn bathing suit. But PVT made an odd grimace - sort of as if his steak was a bit too rare - when I posed in the bikini I ordered. The fit was perfect! But the paisley colors were a bit odd and overpowering on my frame. You can't rock just anything when you're only one degree removed from the Hobbits.