Wrinkled

...yet shiny and new!

Do you know what I'm talking about?

Well, if you take a gander at your address bar up there, you'll notice you've been redirected to my brand-spankin' new domain, www.girloutnumbered.com!

Total and complete awesomeness abounds!



In between my big announcement, I'm showing you some photos, because honestly, people don't like to read posts with just words, they want to see things! Or is that just me?

Well, either way, this is Logan at the Cardinals game this past weekend. It was a really good game, despite the 2+ hours of rain delay, which didn't bother us one bit, since we were in a covered, air-conditioned suite! Sweet!



Okay, so here's the deal. If you want to keep coming back - AND I KNOW YOU DO - you need to add this newly birthed (but not by me, thankgoodness) and totally not potty-trained new address to your feeders.

I'll wait a second while you go do that...............



Okay, now that you're back, I've completely run out of photos. So I'll just shut up now and commence the wrinkliness that is MY NEW WEBSITE.

Welcome. Now make yourself at home and start cleaning something.

Another random, for your viewing pleasure.

This year, I was an over-acheiving, diligent mother who bought her son's school supplies months ago, to properly teach him about preparedness and organization. Everything has been neatly waiting in my reusable shopping bags in the appropriate closet until the fateful day when the supplies get to meet their new home for the next 9 months.

Wait.

What?

What REALLY happened was, my mom took my son shopping for his school supplies, because if she didn't I would have been running around Target like a crazy person the first day of school. His supplies were in plastic Walmart bags on the top shelf of the closet, a closet which is not necessarily designated for school supplies or the like. And then, the night before Meet the Teacher and Bring in Your Supplies Day, I scramble to make sure I have everything and mark everything accordingly.

But apparently Brandon felt there was something missing from his school supplies. So he added it himself.

This little guy was in the bag, and I didn't even know it. I was trying to make conversation with another mom at Meet The Teacher when she pointed and said, "What is that?"


Brandon says that this "guy" was not behaving when he was out shopping with Grandma. So he was being punished. With a larger-than-life sticker on his head and a "bib."

Because we all know that when we're not behaving, the best way to be punished is to wear a bib.


P.S. Pay no attention to my antique-and-falling-apart table with a candle wax spot on it. I have more important things to do around here, people. Like taking pictures of my kids' random toys.

The big, big, big one.

I have two bits of the biggest news you'll ever find in blogland today. I'm so excited to bring them to you that I've already soiled two pairs of undergarments. Very ladylike. Well, while some new ones are washing and before I need to change the pair I'm already wearing, I am just going to tell you.

This little guy... My favorite nephew, Marek...

...is really cute. But, you probably already knew that just by looking at his sweet face, but that's not news.

The news is, he's growing up. Substantially. His mother just kicked his status from "baby" to "big brother!" Yes, little 9-month old Marek is going to be a big brother in just over 6 months!

I can't wait! And I'm just going to say right here, to you people, that it better be a girl, or I'm going to lose it. Wait. I already have. Okay. Well, I don't really know what is going to happen if it's another boy. So it better be a girl.

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My other big news will impact your life forever, I promise. And it comes to you from my very own child, this fair-headed, 4-year old genius, Logan.

I call him a genius because well, he is, and I may be a little bit biased, but you'll call him a genius, too, when you realize the discovery he has made. No other scientist, doctor, teacher or equally smart person has made such a monumental announcement as he has. He needs a Nobel Peace Prize or a Lego set or something, for Pete's sake.

What did he declare, you ask? Well, he declared (to my mother, a witness) that...

"Everyone has a buttcrack."

Yep, even you and me. Thanks, Logan!