Thursday, May 27, 2010

Happy 1st Birthday Shayla!

This birthday wish is a day late... but that is because we spent every minute of the whole day spending quality time with our little birthday girl! Even late into the evening... as she kept waking up... she just couldn't get enough of us!

Here are some 1st birthday party fun!
The butterfly, pinecone cake:


Eating cake:
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Pass the parcel:



Opening gifts:


Playing in the box... of course:


Driving her own car:



Wagon rides:



Thursday, May 20, 2010

You can always blame it on the kid!

The other morning I was having a shower when I hear from the living room...
"no No NO! Oh Shaylaaaa!"

I try and keep real quiet like maybe he'll forget I'm actually in the house and just change the poopy diaper himself. Oh right... she wasn't wearing a diaper! Oooooooh. I am getting ready to jump out of the shower to lock the bathroom door... cause sometimes in parenting or just marriage in general you get the uncontrollable urge to help your spouse push through their fears... marriage: all about being UNSELFISH! ;) This was one of those times.
But damn I was too late! I heard him open the bathroom door.

He poked his head around the shower curtain, "Holy crap, you should see the mess your daughter made... it's everywhere!"

"Well what the hell, are you just letting her play in her own poop? Clayton... we KNOW how that goes... or should I say WHERE that goes!!!"

"No no it's not poop." And he shows me his hand, which is covered in that white googy Penaten cream.

"Oh that'll be even more fun to clean up!"

"Yeah, so you better hurry up and finish your shower..."

"If you think..."

"Hey, hey, I'm kidding, geez!"

And he leaves me in peace to finish my shower.
Yeah!
Although when I get out of the shower I notice four large white sticky Penaten finger prints on the soft fabric shower curtain, just as Clayton is walking into the room saying how Shayla got it everywhere.

I look at him and say, "And so you thought you'd add to it." Gesturing towards the fingerprints.

"NO! That was Shayla too!"

Sure Clayton... four large, distinctly separate finger prints, about five feet up the curtain... right at the spot where you peaked your head in to talk to me... un huh... right Shayla did it!

Moral: You can always blame it on the kid!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

She's got style!

The other day I was looking through some fabric I had got from Clayton's Grandma. I was starting a jean quilt for outside use and wanted some bright material to go with the jean pieces. I came across this really bright pattern that I thought would be perfect but when I pulled it out I realized that it was sewn together... could it be an article of clothing?
It was!
A dress?
Of course I tried it on and had a good chuckle at myself in front of the mirror.
There was no way I could cut this up!
Costume... or party dress... decide for yourself...

Oh but before I show you, I'll let you in on Clayton's reaction:
He was outside with Shayla, when I came out adorned in the outfit.
I barely had one foot out the door when he let loose from the chair he was sitting in...
"Get back inside! Get back inside! What the hell is that? And why are you wearing it OUTSIDE in the BACKYARD where our NEIGHBOURS could SEE YOU???!!!"
So of course I turned around and went...
...into crazy Kimberly dance mode. Which really impressed Clayton.
He filed for divorce the next day. ;)



Well at least someone thought I was cool... or if not cool then damn funny at least: