I don't care who you are...

That's just cute.

Vengence is sweet...

Mandy and I took the girls up to the University House dorm at OC to meet up with their Auntie Tams. Don't even get me started on how much nicer that dorm is than what I lived in, kids these days. Apparently I'm 90. Get off my lawn and turn down that music!

Anyways....

Vivian has a few tricks up her sleeves, namely, she has learned to crawl. If you're thinking this will have consequences for Aidan the torturer you are sooo right. Let's watch what happens shall we?

Um, When did she learn to move?

I think I'll just go pull myself up out of danger.

Oh, she can do that too. Hahahah (nervous laugh). Crap.

Seriously what I'm I going to do?

What? I'm just crawling, I forgive and forget man.

SNATCH!

Who stole your pacifier this time? That's right! Step off.

Aww Viv gave Aidan her pacifier back.

Or did she.....?

You don't even want to know....

Backyard Pool

I'm falling way behind on blogging and I don't have the energy to think of anything to clever to say so here's some cute pics of Aidan in her pool that she got for her birthday. I managed to get about 2 pictures with her eyes open. She loves the pool. We have to keep her from submerging herself.

Bring it On 4: It's Done Been Brought, the baby edition.

Poor, sweet little Vivian Stansberry has had to put up with a lot from Aidan in the short time she's been on the planet. Aidan loves her and thinks she's lots of fun, but she also likes to smack her, and pull her hair, and swap pacifiers. I keep telling myself that this is normal and that Aidan isn't going to start torturing kittens or burning ants with a magnifying glass.

Vivian was brave enough to come to Aidan's birthday on Friday and Aidan returned the favor by refusing to let Vivian touch any of her toys.

Everyone's playing nicely...or so it seems.

Vivian spots Aidan's prized orange tambourine (which she had owned for about 10 minutes). Look at the gleam in Vivian's eyes. Who can resist an orange tambourine?

I know she did not just grab my orange tambourine.

Snatch. Vivian's heart is broken.

First Birthday Part 3- The Eating of the "cake"

That's my cake? Seriously? What were you doing all day?

1st Birthday Part 2 - The Party

Here are a bunch of pictures from the actual party. We had a Mexican Fiesta theme and our little house was packed with people! Ben made some awesome fajitas. (He does well cooking under pressure).










Coming Up - The Eating of the Cake.

1st Birthday part 1...The Saga of the Cake

Miss Scarlett, I don't know nothin about makin no birthday cakes.

Here's the thing about self-fulfilling prophecies...they're self-fulfilling. I do not do well in pressure filled cooking situations. In my intense desire to not screw anything up...I inevitably screw something up.

I had one job to do, bake the cake and then Mandy would come and help me decorate it. So I purchased 2 boxes of Betty Crocker white cake mix. Are you with me so far? Nothing groundbreaking? Didn't think so. Then I baked the 2 cakes. Here is where the problems begin.

Apparently when you make white cake you're only supposed to use egg whites. No one informed me of this. Well the instructions did, but I just looked at the picture of 3 whole eggs and proceeded. So now I have 2 pound cakes. Which is fine but not what I was going for.

After I cooled the cakes... I try to remove them from the pan. It does not go well. As I stare at the crumbling heap of cake I have created a strange calm comes over me and I go into shock.

I call my Mom...

Me: Mom the cakes don't look good.

Mom: What's wrong?

Me: They kind of fell apart.

Mom: Did you grease the pan?

Me: Yes.

Mom: Did you put flour in it?

Me: What?

I call Mandy...

Me: The cake does not look good

Mandy: Did you grease the pan?

Me: Yes

Mandy: Did you put flour in it?

Me: No one has ever mentioned this to me!!

I call my sister (who has been married less than a year)

Me: I messed up the cake and it fell apart

Lindsay: Did you grease the pan and put flour in it?

Me: HOW DO YOU KNOW THIS!?!?!

So now I have a crumbling cake which I made worse by putting the layers on top of each other instead of leaving them separate.

Ben comes home and I show him the cake. He says yeah that doesn't look too good. I glare at his back.

Mandy comes over, she walks into the kitchen...and laughs. Fears are confirmed.

So she begins to try and fix the cake, which looks like this (it looked even worse before I started taking pictures)....



At this point we kind of throw out any preconceived design we may have had for the cake and just try to cover holes and keep it from falling over.

At this point we are laughing hysterically because it's ridiculously bad. It keeps being funny until people start to show up and then I get really embarrassed and feel tears coming on.

After MUCH hard work by Mandy. The cake, while not perfect by any means, at least resembles a cake. Also Mandy is excellent at writing with icing. Hire her for all your iced writing needs.

At least it tasted really good, even if I did use whole eggs and baked it too long. Thanks for the save Mandy!

Coming up...the party.

Birthday update pending...

I promise I will get pictures up of the party (including the cake fiasco) as soon as I remove the cake that is embedded in our carpet. Oh and write a paper for grad school and read like 200pgs on why information is important or something.

Wind comes sweeping down the plains...

If you want me to have a nervous breakdown Oklahoma, just go ahead and make me lose power again with a freezer full of food the night before Aidan's party.