Paper Dolls, The New Zen Garden

Because it rained again Saturday. I decided to take Peach over to the Scrapbook store and look for a paperdoll template. We found the one we wanted, found two shades of fair skin colored paper and as luck would have it, the store carried a die cut of the exact doll we wanted. So rather than having to trace each doll individually and cuting them out, we rolled them thru the die cut machine two at a time and came home with over a dozen doll figures to clothe.

We sat down at the table armed with markers, tape, and all my scrapbook paper. She chose the first color for her outfit, I traced and started to cut. The whole process was very relaxing, almost meditative. Well, right up until....

Ace: I want a daaaahhhl.
Me: Okay, here you go.
Ace: I want a Daddy Dahl too.
Me: Okay, there's a Daddy doll for you.
Ace: I WANT A RED SHIIRT! I WANT A RED SHIIRT!
Me: Okay Baby, but I have to cut out Peaches clothes first.
Ace: BUT I WANT A RED SHIRT!
Me: I'm working on it, give me just a sec.
Peach here's your shirt, what color pants do you want?
Ace: I WANT A RED SHIRT!
Me: I know baby, wait your turn please.
Peach: I want the same pants.
Me: Both with stars?
Ace: I WANT A RED SHIRT!
Peach: Yes, I want them to be pajamas.
(Ooo! What a cute idea! Why didn't I think of that?)
Ace: (Fist pounds on the table, he's now in tears.) I WANT A RED SHIRT!
Me: For goodness sake Ace! Here....which color red do you want? This one?
Ace: No.
Me: This one?
Ace: Mmm, no.
Me: How bout this one?
Ace: No.
Me: Okay I'm running out of red paper baby, you have to pick one.....

And so on throughout the afternoon. To my suprise all the kids wanted to make there own doll.


This is John.

My interpretation, then his, he decided he needed a nose. I was very impressed that he cut out his own shoes.










This is Melee'. He was SO creative, he added a basebell glove, ball, cap, and although his brother laughed at his third arm, it is actually his baseball bat bag thrown over his shoulder.










This is Peach. Three versions all by me. She made at least four of her own, but before I knew what she was doing, she gave them all to her cousin.

So I have none for my scrapbook. *sigh*








And THIS ladies and gentlemen, is Ace, in his red shirt.

And my naked diaper version.

Answering Your Burning Question

Why the infrequent posts?

Holiday letdown + a touch of S.A.D. + Dish Network = Infrequent posts

But not to worry, I've joined a gym and after almost a week of excercise and the fact that THE SUN CAME OUT YESTERDAY I'm feeling much better!

Gratuitous Product Testimonial

Special Order 5" Boutique with Jester Print

Special ordered to match

Gymboree's Peruvian Doll Collection

Punkinhead Hairwear

"Because every girl is a Princess"

Let me just say, for the most part, I'm a fashion don't. I don't go to department stores because I am easily overwhelmed, so many sections and what goes with what? And even if I can find something I usually stick to black because if it's all black, it has to go together? Right? And then there's always the issue of shoes. I can't even think about it. I love them all, but is that for young girls? Is this pair too old lady-ish? Oww! That HURTS! Forget it.

So when it comes to dressing Peach, Gymboree is the most fabulous thing I've ever seen in my entire life! You go online, and they have all the pieces by category and some of the outfits are already put together, like Granimals only cuter. So I log on, wait for them to go on sale and shop to my heart's content. And THEN, I ordered matching bows.

It's the closest to the cover of Vogue as I'll ever get. Thanks SuperMom!

(Unless they do a covershot of the fashion Don't)

In my unsolicited opinion....

HAPPY FEET



Nyeh. It was okay I guess. Only marginally more entertaining than March of the Penguins, which I thought was sad. Only the Robin Williams one-liners made it entertaining. Ace actually turned to me during the show and asked to go home. That's an emphatic two-thumbs down for him.



Olivia forms a band

I LOVE the Olivia books and this one does not disappoint! I love a book that makes the kids and I laugh outloud. I love the illustrations, the color, and miss Olivia's attitude. When we got to the page where she put on makeup, we laughed till we cried.


Living with Ed

This is my latest HGTV obsession. I've developed an interest in all things recyclable over the last couple of years and I recently watched An Inconvenient Truth, which was really good and really scary. This show is hilarious! It's like Ed and his wife are the two sides of my brain. One side wants me to drive a Hybrid and cook in a tinfoil oven, the other wants new dubs for my SUV. Xzibit! Pimp my ride!

What was I thinking?

I've got four twelve year old boys and a 10 year old boy coming to sleepover and go laser-tagging for John's 13th birthday.

That's a total of nine kids in my house tonight.

I'm planning on hiding in my room.

Meanwhile Ace is driving me nuts. Every three minutes he goes off like a gyser.

"MAAAAHHHHHM, I NEED CHEX MIX!"

"MAAHM, I NEED A DRIIINK!"

"MAHM, I CAN'T PUSH THIS BUTTON!"

"MAAAHHHM, WHERE ARE YOU?"

"MAAAAHHM, WHERE AARRRRE YOU?"

Shhhhh, I'm hiding in my closet.

"THE FLOWERS ARE MAKING ME HUNGRY!"

"MAAAHM, CAN I HAVE A POPSICLE?"

"MAAHM, I NEEED A POPSICLE, I'M NOT FEELIN TO GOOD!"

"I NEEED A POPSICLE!"

Dear Tony Romo,

Oh Man! It was a heart-breaker!

My stomach hurts and I'm not even fanatic.
Charlie's not taking any calls. :)
He'll get over it.

Keep you're chin up!

Sending you all the love...
Wife of the Biggest Dallas Cowboy Fan, who is right now, standing outside,
breaking his New Year's Resolution and smoking a cigarette, without one fingernail left on either hand.

First Day of Resolutions

Email to my husband after talking to him on the phone today:

Subject: Smoke on this SpongeBob Grouchy Pants

You say being on a diet is different than quitting smoking.

Sure, I know what you're thinking, I can still eat. You're right, I can. I can run over to the grocery store and buy me a big bag of effin carrots and PARTY! I can eat all the effin carrots I want. From the time I get up in the morning till I go to bed at night! WHOO-HOO!

Well, guess what? You can smoke if you want to. Go ahead. Go down to the local Feed Store and get you a big bale of alfalfa. Smoke all the effin alfalfa you want.

Party on Wayne!

Your Loving Helpmeet,
=;

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Yep, that about covers it. This is what we've been doing all weekend.

Party animals, the likes of which you've never seen. We had company for New Year's Eve. We stirred up a pitcher of cosmos, ate some turkey and promptly fell asleep on the couch. No, Ace didn't partake of the Cosmos, but he did manage to stay awake till ten. This is a picture of him trying to be awake after his nap today.

We watched the ball drop in Times Square and we tried not to laugh at Dick Clark because that would just be wrong, but dude, it's over. Produce the thing, be the boss, wish us a Happy New Year, but....well, it's just over. And they hyped, and they hyped, and they hyped until we couldn't help ourselves.

Me: "It's unbelievable!"

Charlie: "I'm incredulous!"

M: "I'm stunned."

C: "I'm overwhelmed!"

M: "I'm ubiquitous. Wait I don't know what that means."

C: "I'm irrelevant."

M: "I'm ambivilent."

And we couldn't continue because we were giggling at ourselves too hard and the Grey Goose Vodka rendered our brains useless.