Pirate Mummy

I'm totally addicted to the blog cakewrecks.squarespace.com

And I totally want this cake.

Seriously.

Which frightens me.

Stake Conference

I've been teaching Fay a few signs.  She knows "red" and "stop" and "Jesus."  We were getting ready for stake conference this morning, and she found a picture of Jesus in the magazine and started pointing at it, then signing Jesus. 

Steve cried.

I almost did.

Then, at stake conference, Steve took Fay to change her diaper.  When he came back, he handed me the diaper bag.  It was wet. 

Steve sat it in pee in the men's bathroom.

Then in my lap.

My life is a gift.

The Orange Door

There's been this commercial on TV a lot lately from Home Depot advertising that you can paint your front door for under $50, so I've been begging Steve to let me do it.  He finally agreed that I could.  I was going to use leftover paint from our house, but I realized I should probably use exterior paint on the door.

That's where everything went downhill.
For Steve.

I must have hit him at a good time because, as you're reading this, my front door is bright orange.  And I mean traffic cone orange, people.

It gives me joy.

It occurred to me, later, that it could also stand as a symbol for all of the things that Steve loves me more than.  Such as...

1-Steve loves me more than he loves his own choice of color (he's Mr. Beige).
2-Steve loves me more than he does his own pride
3-Steve loves me more than he cares about what his friends think
4-Steve loves me more than what any random person that drives past our house thinks

That's an awful lot of love, people.

If I ever find my camera, you'll see just how much love.

'Cuz you'll see the door.

Get your mind out of the gutter

"Camping"

Grandma, Grandpa, Steve, Fay, and I all went to Duck Creek Village for a week to celebrate Steve's and my 10th wedding anniversary (even though that doesn't happen until October).  We stayed in a gorgeous cabin and I'm so ready to leave everything and live in Duck Creek for the rest of my life.

Fay has become obsessed with praying.  She constantly folds her arms and, if you don't comply, will bow her head and close her eyes for a split second before looking up again.  It's cute as heck, but we're running out of things to pray about.  At Wal*Mart yesterday, I said, "Thank you for the green stuff," because there were bottles with green liquid outside the store.

She can pray and loves MacGyver.  I have succeeded as a parent.

Theme Songs

Disney Channel and Disney XD have tons of shows (obviously) and lots of different theme songs.  The best one I've ever heard is:

One would think, "Hey, if Disney XD can come up with an awesome theme song like that, the others must rock, too!  Right?"
Wrong:

Disappointing.  Especially since it's my birthday.  And the star of A.N.T. Farm can really sing.

What Can Make Me Stop Eating Breakfast? This.

Blue's Clues Toilet Song

Abby's Flying Fairy School Theme Song

Look up high, in the sky,

It's a school; it can fly!

Let's all hurry to the flying fairy school.

Grab your wands.

Yee-haw!

Bring your wings.

(Giggle)

We will learn magic things.

Let's all hurry to the flying fairy school.

How to make things grow.

And how to make things shrink.

How to solve a problem with our single twinkle think.

This school is really magic,

(something, something, something).

Let's go in, let's begin, at flying fairy school.

(The whole point of putting this up is because I can't figure out that one line and no one has the lyrics on the Internet.  So I'm the firstie.  And cool.  And mature.)