Video Games & Tutus

I couldn't resist...Target had a Phenom clearance sale on baby items and they had baby rock n' roll onesies...the Gods were definitely smiling upon me!

I heard a voice as I was browsing the rack...it said, very softly, "I'm over here..."

I thought I was losing my mind until I picked up this gem and it said, "Here I am! Take me home!"

A pink and white onesie with AC/DC and a pink electric guitar on the front!! Perfect for my little rock princess. Of course I had to pair it with her tutu and take some pictures.

"Hi Mom. Are we done yet? Why are you always taking pictures? And why can't you get a decent camera to do it with?" I'm working on it, trust me.


Hmmm...what is she thinking? Probably that crawling is hard in a tutu!

"Dang, I'm cute. But I wish Brandon was home from school so we could play some video games!"








After Brandon came home they spent some quality sibling time doing what Brandon does best: playing video games! Kendall's screen name on Xbox Live is LuVs2PoOp2009. Just kidding. It's actually PwnerPants.






Kendall is actually better at the game they are playing than I am. True story!








Because this blog is meant to chronicle our lives (especially that of PwnerPants), I want to start a new feature. Please see below for an explanation and example.

New Feature on the blog: Things I/We Love, Think, Eat. Here is how it works: I see or notice something that I or my children or BabyDaddy love/think/eat and I write about it, hopefully post a picture or link to a website. Tee-Hee. Here is goes (honest opinions are appreciated):

Love: I absolutely HAVE to check out this site daily: www.Babysteals.com. They post a new deal daily and the brands and prices they feature are redonculous.

Think: I really need to walk up to the Scripps Ranch Farmer's Market more often. I got 6 handmade cards for $5!! 4 Valentine's cards, 1 new baby card, and 1 birthday card. Unbelievable! I figure I saved at least $10 off the price I would have paid at CVS. Go, Me!

Eat: BabyDaddy made dinner last night. Before you get jealous that your man doesn't cook, or high five me because he does and you're happy for me, or have any other reaction, let me continue.

Kendall was in a cranky mood from missing her afternoon nap, so I hadn't cooked dinner by the time BabyDaddy called to say he was on his way home. Thusly, I begged him to pick something up from the store. The BabyDaddy came through, but at a hefty price.

The price of this favor, my friends, was our health. Our dinner last night was...



Jalapeno-cheddar sausages (yay, nitrites) on white bread (not even buns!!) with ketchup and mustard. With a side of cinnamon-sugar mini donuts. Can I tell you that I had to use the bathroom 5 times this morning, or is that TMI?

Thanks, Honey. I will now die 5 years sooner for having eaten that. Next time I will rough it with a bowl of cereal!

On a side note, before you call CPS, I want to let everyone know that Brandon was at his Dad's last night, and Kendall had a delicious jar of sweet potatos. My babies are safe from the culinary stylings of BabyDaddy. This time.

"Bad Hair Day" Doesn't Even Begin to Cover It...

I am going to start with Kendall's special Valentine's Day bib that I made. There's nothing like a baby wearing tattoo-print fabric with half-nekkid mermaids, roses, and talk of "true love." As if babies would know anything about that...ha! True love. You can keep your "true love," and I will keep my two completely perfect kids and wonderful (albeit frustrating to the ought degree) husband.

When she wears it I am reminded of sailors in port, drinking at the bar and showing off their tattoos...

So, it started out as a marginal hair day. It could have gone either way, really. Maybe add a cute bow, and everything would have been fine. No hair trauma. But, it went the other way BIG TIME. She looks cute in hats, but they really need to stay on for the entire day or else...
So far, so good. Right? She got lots of comments on the hat and flower. "Somebody has to be the fashion plate in this family!" And it's not gonna be me!

Can you tell Brandon loves his sister? See that look? Love, I tell you! True love? Probably. Does "true love" sometimes pull your hat off and expose your crazy already-marginal-hair-day-hat-hair to the world, to be recorded by your mother for posterity??

Brandon: you're scaring me.

Ah. Apparently, it does. True love. This boy loves his sister more than anything...trust me. He lets her play with his Xbox360 game controller. That proves it! Yet...he can't resist.

Kendall, are you aware of what is going on on top of your head?

Truly, it's as if Edward Scissorhands and a rastafarian had a baby...

That hair.

Does she care? No. Do I care? Only in the sense that I think she actually has the most awesomely amazing hairstyle on the planet (no joke).

Does Brandon care?
He just loves her.

We are all so lucky. Who knew hair could cause this much excitement and drama?

Now I am off to find a comb...

My love. My curly-haired alarm clock. My curious little monkey. My ear-splitting shrieker. My babbling beauty. My inspiration.

Kendall is a miracle for so many reasons. One of which is

that she has turned

me into a crafting fiend. Yes, fiend. I left the r out for a reason. I seriously have a problem here, folks.

But ordinary store-bought bibs and clothes just weren't cutting it!

Now she wears only the finest in Mama-made boutique wear. Alexander Henry fabric, retro cowgirls, zebra print...this girl has style! (More than I do, that is for sure!)

Here are a few things I have made for her recently, and have m

ade to sell on my etsy site:

Alexander Henry "Mocca" print dress.

Retro cowgirl bib and burpcloth. I love faux cowhide, don't you?

Right now she sits on the kitchen floor beside me, contentedly playing with a measuring cup. She chews the handle, takes it out of her mouth, looks at it, then chews the cup portion. Examines it again, then back to the handle. Let's see what kind of sound it makes when you bang it on this empty ice cream container...

My baby is a zen master...

"Think of babies about nine months to a year, crawling about, encountering all kinds of marvels: onecan see the curiosity and wonder on their faces. They're not crawling in order to absorb information, they're not trying to be better babies who can crawl more efficiently; in fact, they're not crawling for any reason. They are simply crawling for sheer enjoyment and curiosity. We need to regain the capacity to feel curiosity about everything in our life, even the disasters...A crawling baby who discovers a measuring cup we have put on the floor is neither happy nor unhappy. Instead of being "happy," the baby is absorbed. It's not ambitous, it's not a good or bad abby; it's simply absorbed int he wonder of what it is seeing."
-Charlotte Joko Beck, From her book, Nothing Special: Living Zen

I didn't mean to eat cake for lunch...

it just kind of ...happened. Listen: I just went to Vons for some batteries, baby food, and bagels. But it really wasn't my fault that I also left with a slice of cake. They had a huge display of cake slices at the unbeatable price (believe me, I know the going rate for a slice of cake) of 99 cents. Noting that the usual price is 1.25, that is a discount of almost 25%!! I mean, that is a huge percentage off!

Kendall wasn't helping things ...babbling, "Blah, blah, blah..." in the shopping cart. Oh, yes- she babbles now! It kind of reminds me of the Peanuts comic, where every time the teacher talks all you hear is, "Whah, whah, whah." It's almost as if she is mocking me.

Me: Kendall, how are you? How's my little girl?
Kendall: Blah, blah, blah.

So, she obviously did nothing to stop me! In fact, if anyone's fault, it is hers. She distracted me by smiling menacingly up at me. She is particularly entranced with me anytime I wear a hat. She just gets this funny look on her face like, "What the...?!" And then she reaches for it. I can play peek-a-boo just by lowering the brim and then raising it quickly- Peekaboo!

"Blah, blah, blah."

So, I finally decided to see if anyone likes my craftiness as much as I do, and created an etsy shop. I have a few things listed so far, but will add more as I find the time. You can check it out here: http://www.etsy.com/shop/KendallsCouture

Thanks, Mes Amis!

Yay, mobility!

Kendall is in a new, exciting, frustrating mobile stage (exciting for her, frustrating for mom). She is all over the place-crawling, climbing,... cracking her melon on everything...As I lie to say, "That's why God created skulls!" Thanks, God! Now, if I could just keep Brandon from elbow-ing her in her soft spot, she just might make it to her first birthday!

She is a rather large girl, as you can imagine! I mean, when your dad is 6'8" and your mom is 5'10", you will probably be up there in the height department. She does have to work on her social skills with the other babies a bit- so far she loves to pull their hair and scream in their faces. My little anti-social girl! We will have to work on that!


Here I am feeding Kendall and practicing my comedic skills which, apparently, I have a lot of. That is, if this video is any indication.

Also, everyone that has talked to me in the past 3 months knows that I am pretty much obsessed with sewing and crafting. I recently stretched my noobie-status sewing skills and actually made Kendall a dress! And if fits !!(Kind of.) Anyways, here is a pic of her in her dress. I think she likes it!