Go to sleep Boogie!!!!!

There's nothing I love more than being awake at one in the morning watching Gullah Gullah Island with my toddler. Uhhhhhh....

Actually that's a total lie. I'd rather be sleeping and dreaming of Jordan in a loin cloth with long hair like Fabio...feeding me delicious gluten-filled bread slathered in buttery goodness (the bread, not him). And he'd say "I can't believe it's not butta" and I'd say "That's because it is butta fool. It's my dream and I want the friggin butta! So zip that adorable pie hole, shake those locks, and keep the bread coming!".

Hold up...back to that Gullah Gullah Island show. First off...what the freak is that show still being aired for?!?! And secondly, these M&M's are delicious. Ok that had nothing to do with the show, but somehow I ended up with a handful of peanut chocolate goodness and holy crap they're amazing!! Why is it that when you're allergic to something it tastes even more amazing? In hindsight, eating that wasn't smart...but hotdang it was good!

BUT since I'm awake I figured I'd sneak on for a while and let you know I'm alive. Sleep deprived and exhausted...but alive. Before I go, here are some pics from an Easter egg hunt at the park! The kids had a blast and I got free candy. Win-win!

{That is the face of determination...and a little cheating..check out the hand! Atta boy!!}

{My nummylicious husband showing the kids how to properly throw the parachute guy. It's all in the wrist.}

{Boogie hoarding all the eggs he can find.}

{My Dude with his basket full of loot! I'm pretty sure his cheeks are stuffed with candy!}

{Little Miss shoveling all the jelly beans she can into her mouth before mom notices!}

{FINALLY! He can blow his own dang bubbles!}

{Me and my Little Miss working off her sugar high...}

PS- Thanks to all of those who have entered into our awesome 'My pet is cuter that your celebrity baby' contest!!! The photos are awesome, keep them coming!

Just shoot me in the face...

It's 12:22 am. I can think of a number of things I'd rather be doing right now, like, I don't know...sleeping!! Instead, my sweet little prince, Levi, thought it would be fun to scream bloody murder for the last half hour...straight...So what did I do? I rushed to his bed, held him, rocked him, loved him, gave him chocolate milk, sang to him, you know- typical mommy soothing things. What did he do? Scream like a flippin banshee. In my house we have a saying "When all else fails put on Toy Story". So at 12:26 instead of having dreams about rainbows and cupcakes I'm watching Buzz rescue Woody for the 13, 697th time. Thus I felt inspired to write a little thank you letter to the people at Pixar-Disney that created this masterpiece. Here goes:

Dear Pixar-Disney,
I wanted to take a moment to express my gratitude for Toy Story, Toy Story 2, and soon to be Toy Story 3. Some how your writers, all 12 of them, managed to capture all the skills I lack as a mother. It's such a relief to know that when my children are having a coniption fit over who got to use the lion towel and nothing will appease them all I have to do is say "Woody and Buzz" and all is right in the world. For all the times the soothing voices of Tim Allen and Tom Hanks have lulled my kids to sleep because mommy's warm embrace just didn't cut it, I thank you. For making everything from dishes to towels to pull ups and toys that my kids just can't live without, I can't repay you. I'd like to thank Randy Newman for writing such catchy tunes like "You've got a friend in me"....it haunts me even in my dreams. You've done sooo much for my family. I can't even count the times that I've been ready to post my kids for free on craigslist, instead I put on Toy Story and walk away, knowing I'll find them in the same exact spot in an hour and a half. And if I still want them to be quiet I can put on Toy Story 2 and they'll sit there for another hour and a half. If only I knew your trick I could use it during sacrament. So thank you Pixar for all you continue to do. Keep up the great work. I think I speak for all the mother's around the world who are up at this forsaken hour watching animated movies just so our kids will stop their ear piercing shrieking when I say thank you. I'm off to watch Stinky Pete try to sabotage the Round Up gang. Goodnight Pixar, I'll see you in my dreams. Oh, and if you have time to write back I've always wondered something...where's Andy's dad? Thanks again.
One exhausted mother,
Alicia