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Dance Moves

There is apparently alot going on with this little guy of which I know nothing about.  What I do know is that he has some serious dance moves and I would NOT be too surprised if I up and borrowed some of them the next time the situation should arise.  Just saying....

A Fossilized Dinosaur

So I am feeling silly today and remembering the soundtrack to our wonderfully relaxing, lounge by the pool weekend.  And that soundtrack was Ke$ha, and since I did in fact spell her name here properly, I think it begs the question, what in the world would possess her to add that cheesy dollar sign to her name?  WHO does that?

Anyway, the song I would like to share with you today is a song called Dinosaur and it is so beyond stupid that I actually think it's quite good. 

Perhaps good is reaching a bit and I should just say that it makes me laugh.  An out loud belly laugh.

And laughing out loud to something so stupid is not only fun but necessary.

And trust me, if your girls forced you to listen to Ke$ha the way that my girls do...I am sure you would try to find something redeeming in her music as well.

So take a listen...

Isn't that so funny?  So ridiculously stupid and preposterously funny?

I mean who doesn't see this song at play everyday in real life, or on television? 

Older men that look like dog shit that have copious amounts of money, hitting on beautiful young girls.  Girls that if these men did not possess money wouldn't even glance in their direction.

It just makes me laugh.

And from this point forward, I don't think even if I tried with every fiber of my being, that I could stop this from playing in my head when I see it happening.

 

Rock on you Dinosaurs!  I encourage you to always keep trying!

Crazy like a Belle

Remember this post and this post when I told you a little bit about how crazy {crazy in a good way Mom} Belle can be? 

Well at Lily's party this past weekend, we decorated the house with groups of three balloons tied together and threw them randomly on the floor.

A few hours after blowing them up they started to lose shape and guess who was right there cashing in on the silliness of what they now looked like...

So in front of ALOT of seven year olds, Belle was all "look, look at what I have?" with a really sinister yet smiley mischievous look.  Drew and I looked at each other with wide eyes and immediately jumped in front of her so the still-innocent-little birthday guests couldn't see what the not-so-innocent nine year old was doing.

And then when they left, she walked around the house like this for the rest of the day...

The best part about these big balloon boobs was when she realized that big boobs were way too much work and didn't allow you the maneuverability {yup it's a word, I checked} to be quite as crazy as one crazy nine year old would like.

If I have said it once I have said it a thousand times before, life with Belle is never going to be boring.  Ever.

Note to self: Do not take the girls underwear shopping for Drew

The other day Drew, myself and the girls were out and about running errands.  We happened to be in Macy's and Drew thought it would be a good idea to pick up some undershirts and boxers.

The girls are finally at the age where they can be an aisle over from me {albeit a small aisle} in a store and I don't freak out.  So Drew and I were looking around for what he needed and I hadn't heard the normal screams and wild scuffling for about two minutes so I walked away to find them.

And this people, this is what I found....my girls with their mouths practically on the floor and their eyes popping out of their heads staring at this....

They were literally speechless. 

When they saw me approach they sort of looked at me with raised eyebrows and then started hysterically laughing and gesturing at the picture of this guy.   

I mean they were HYSTERICAL.   

And it wasn't like they sought this out.  You couldn't avoid the thing as it was practically life-size.   When you turned the corner of the aisle, BAAM, there it was.

I was even like, WOW! and was somewhat embarrassed and I am a thirty-nine year old woman. 

Can you even imagine what this almost life size picture of this good looking dude in his undies must have done to my little girls? 

Scarred them for life!! 

Or perhaps set them up with some really BIG expectations. 

I wince when I say that last line. 

Wince.

Compost

Lily's class has been doing a unit on the earth in preparation for yesterday's Earth Day celebration.  The other night when I checked her homework this is what I found  her definition of soil to be....

Ahh kids, they kill me....they are so sweet!

Or is that just a mother's love....or is her interpretive drawing telling me something here?

Should I be worried?