Rampin' up

I first typed, "Trampin' up," but really that's not correct. It COULD be more fun, but that's not what i'm talking about here. That's the OTHER blog. bwahahahahaha... I'm talking about Christmas. I have started the shopping, thought about the baking, started making the food shopping list, and have cringed at the thought of having everyone scrunched into my teeny little house. It's always fun though! This year's sure to be much happier than last year. I don't believe this Christmas will be spent shedding tears. Unless we run out of wine. Then the tears will fall. Or, if I don't get the sock-monkey slippers that i've been coveting (Target, by the socks--HINT HINT). I'm so sly.

The shopping for the girls is almost complete--next week i'll be on the hunt for a "Little Mermaid" dress-up set for Clairey, and then just stocking stuffers! Whee! Then there's my dad, my sister and her husband, my brother and his wife....Okay, so maybe i'm not close to complete. That's okay--I'm off from the 18th until the 2nd. So much time, and so little money. Me and my bestest friend will be having some good friend time, and shopping up a storm next week.

I'm giddy. Maybe it's because I've ingested nothing today except for coffee and Sugar Smacks....

happy holidays!

Girls Gone Wild!

Happy Halloween!

How Many?

There are a lot of "me," but guess what? There are NO "Whiskers Fuggybottoms" in the U.S! Can you believe??

HowManyOfMe.com

There are: 180 people with my name in the U.S.A. How many have your name?

Danny likes cold hair

Both of the girls take stuffed animals to bed with them. Wait...let me rephrase that: Clairey takes a stuffed animal to bed with her. Jenna takes any kind of random toy to bed with her. It's quite normal to pull back her covers and find a horse, a toothbrush, and a bandaid in bed with her. Never know--the horse could have had a fatal dental accident. Now Clairey...Clairey sleeps with Lambchop--the famed lamb from Sherry Lewis fame. However, her Lambchop is named "Danny." No idea where that came from. One night, when she was almost one, I said, "Clairey, do you want your lambie?" And she said, "NOT 'Lambie!' 'Danny!'" and it stuck. So Clairey sleeps with her Danny every night. There's nothing subtle about a 3-year old yelling, "Mommy! Where's Danny? Dan needs to come to bed!" I like how she's shortened it to 'Dan'--sounds much more macho.

The other night, I was lying in bed with the girls, and Danny (moved by Claire--he's not a possessed toy) gave me a kiss and said, "I love you, Stephanie" (Danny has a high-pitched, raspy voice). So I said, "I love you, too, Danny."

"Stephanie? You are Clairey's best mommy is this whole big world."

"Well, Danny, you can tell Clairey that she's the best three-year old in this whole big world."

"Stephanie...can I play with your cold hair?"

"Why Dan?"

"I love your cold hair. It's Clairey's favorite and my favorite."

So I'm thinking, "Oh great, she's got the stuffed lamb on the 'cold hair' bandwagon..."

"Why's it Clairey's favorite, Dan?"

"Because she likes it. It's cold and it makes her happy."

Now really...who can argue with a stuffed lamb?