Tommy (Jonny) Boy?

Fat Guy in a Little Coat

Swing Low

THIS 

is common sight at the 

Taylor house...

Mr. T running half-naked 
with his diaper about ready to "blow".

Not that I particularly enjoy it 
when his diaper fills 
to the point of explosion, 
but you try catching this boy 
AND
keep him still long enough to change a diaper.

Sounds like a 
"Would You Rather" 
question...

Hmmmm.

Boredom, Irritation & Serenity Now

Well, things around here
have been...

I can no longer entertain.
I would rate my patience at a -37.
(on a scale of 1-100)
So in the absence of any
motherly fun,
the kids get creative.
Doesn't this look fun?

Again...
Fun.

Why the irritation you ask?
Well, as I am typing this at
9:24 pm
my 2 girls are in their beds giggling, chatting
and being generally SiLlY.
(oh, and did I mention I still have to
caulk my shower?)
Normally, I would find this fun.
(the girls, not the caulking)
But not tonight.
Not this week.
Check back next.

Indeed I am in need of some Serenity.
Good Thing it came in the mail.
In the form of a package from dear, dear Venetia.

Yes, you read that right.
Cordless Tranquility.
who knew?

We gave it a whirl.
Thanks Jon for taking the fab photos.
(I'm not sure what we were doing with our hands, but it seemed appropriate)

Serenity
Tranquility
Now.

Ain't It The Truth

"You mess with the bull,
you get the Horns!"
as quoted by Courtney
as quoted by her cousin Chase
as taken from the movie
The Pacifier

Don't I Have a Right to Profess my LOVE?

According to the state of Arizona,
I DO NOT.

Due to the fact that a law went into effect making license plate covers illegal if they obscure [Arizona], the world may never know of my devotion to
Pat & Vanna.

I am a wheel watcher after all.

BT666...
BT666...
BT666...
(yes, that is my children chanting my Spin ID when its' Prize Puzzle time)

Pointing Fingers

When things go wrong, sometimes it just feels better to lay the blame.
And to tell you the truth, between Tony's 1 stint in the hospital, 2 doctor visits, 3 major rainstorms & 4 water pockets in our drywall, I think I am entitled.
So here you go.
(enjoy Brio friends)

Now, don't you feel better?
I do.

Random Thoughts

You know you're *SMITTEN* when you love the smell of your kids stinky morning breath... okay, maybe LOVE is a bit strong

But seriously, stinky breath aside, my favorite time of the day is that moment somewhere between sleep & awake... when they are warm, drowsy, snuggly & oh so kissable.