Nothing says "I love you" like the gift of poop

This weekend Husband and I took Critter and the two neighbor girls to a birds of prey demonstration. After the demonstration, we all trooped into the gift shop so the girls could spend their 10 bucks on eagle paraphernalia. While looking at the different ecologically friendly wares, I spied a cute little blue notebook. Upon closer inspection, I realized the notebook was created entirely from recycled elephant poop.

"Oh, my goodness!" I squealed, grabbing up a handful of the journals. "It's POOP!" I waved the books in my husband's direction, while the woman beside me began to back away nonchalantly.

"Awesome!" A boy about 7 or 8 years old materialized beside me. He reached out and took one of the notebooks, which bore the emblem of an elephant, along with the tagline "We're number one at number two."

"Wow" he breathed, staring up at me in wonder. "I didn't know elephants pooped notebooks!"

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(For those who know me, or have simply seen me across a crowded room, and therefore are privy to my love of all things elephant, it should not surprise you that I stocked up on my new favorite form of elephant items.)

An Ode to Twilight

Husband and I exchanged Valentine's Day presents the other day. (It's custom at our house to exchange presents days before a holiday, due mostly- well, entirely- to the fact that when it comes to presents, I have the patience of a hungry newborn.) Husband bought me an iPod touch, which I immediately named Jasper. Thus, bringing me one member closer to creating my own Cullen family of inanimate objects.

In honor of the holiday, and my love for Twilight, I decided to write a poem:

Rosalie is RED
Emmett is BLUE

Alice is PURPLE

And Jasper is NEW

Happy Valentine's Day!!!

Babies Don't Like Lemons

'Nough said.

A.B.C means All Bad Children (welcome!)

I met my mom at Atlanta Bread Company today, where I witnessed the single most scary vision of what could be the future...
A kindergarten-aged little girl- dressed in a Lilly Pulitzer skirt and Lacoste polo (here you know her mama has more money than sense)- actually threw herself on the floor, in front of the bakery, customers, God, and everyone, and pitched a fit-to-be-tied (and she should have been!) fit over a chocolate chip muffin top.
Are you freaking kidding me? Who is this child's mother?!? Oh, yeah, she's the woman who ignored Suzy Super Brat for 5 minutes before finally buying the cookie, thus teaching SSB that tantrums = results.
I may be a crazy-delusional new mommy, but if my kid ever tries to pull that crap I'm taking him to the parking lot. And, in the words of Bill Cosby "the parking lot is BAD. There are no witnesses out there..."