Pajamas are for Suckers

The BABY has decided that clothes are just the worst. First, she displayed disdain for socks, tearing them off at every available opportunity. 

Then she realized that shirts sure are constricting and began wiggling out of them whenever I turned my back. 

Her war with pants is at a stalemate as she hasn't mastered the button zipper conundrum. 

However the toddler peels off the cutest of PJ's at least four times a night. While screaming for Barney, of course.  

Maybe she's staging a protest imploring that I release Barney from the prison of the television.  

Or perhaps she just likes being naked. Lord help me I'm dreading the day she maneuvers out of that diaper. 

Stylin'

Should I style BABY's hair in the Loki?

Or the Tom Hiddleston?

Aunt Anneke Puts the Die in Diet.

Do I like cherry tomatoes?

No. 

Prodigal

I am moving back to IL.

So long WY!

Things are a bit up in the air, but I'll be back before you know it!

Did you miss me?

Tea Party Troubles

I met a "birther" yesterday.

Did I mention I'm moving?!

Self Portrait Series 2

Her main influences are Dali, Mapplethorpe, Maier, and Elmo. 

Rules of the Road

Dear sir or madam, 

             Perhaps you would not be taking up three parking spaces if you weren't eating cake while driving. I'm sure the other patrons of the Dollar Tree would also appreciate you putting the fork down, strapping your frosting covered fingers to the wheel and parking within the yellow lines. 

Don't get me wrong, I've been there. Who hasn't, in a moment of weakness, gotten BBQ sauce all over their new shirt while trying to eat a Baconator and make a left turn simultaneously? But there's a difference between surreptitiously eating Arbys so the other drivers won't see your shame and eating cake while parking.