Friday, July 22, 2011

frustrating chocolate addiction

The first step to getting over an addiction is admitting your problem. I will freely admit that I am a chocolate addict. However, I don't want to get rid of this healthy addiction. The chocolate I'm addicted to is the sweet yumminess that is my child.

She is such a delicious chocolate and I cannot seem to get enough. I just want to hug her and squeeze her and kiss her all day long. I love her so much that I want more chocolate. More. Give me more. One sweet piece of chocolate is wonderful, but two pieces of chocolate would be even better.

Every time I see a chocolate baby on television I just want to grab through the screen and give that baby hugs. I can't stand those commericals where they show malnourished little African children and ask us to send money. When I think of the 150,000,000 orphans in the world I am sick to my stomach.

Can I have some of those orphans? Will someone send me just one? Give me another little chocolate baby. I want some more sweetness.

What happened to the days when you could just go to an orphanage, pick out a baby or two, and be on your way? Things are so complicated these days. It's either pay thousands upon thousands of dollars to buy a new baby, or wait months and months to be foster parents and maybe adopt through that-- if you're lucky. Geez. Talk about jumping through hoops.

I just want to go to the chocolate baby store and pick me out some more delicious chocolate.

If you find a store like that, please let me know. For now I will enjoy the sweet, beautiful chocolate that I have. What a perfect little morsel she is.

Thursday, July 21, 2011

I'm probably jealous of you

If you are currently growing a garden, I'm probaby jealous of you.

My garden has always been special to me. I suppose it is because I used it for therapy and treated it as my baby until we were able to be parents. My garden always made me happy because I would take good care of it and it would grow like crazy. Not to mention, I love all the fresh veggies!

This year, I apparently have no garden-parenting skills. I haven't been neglectful, but I certainly haven't carressed it. By this time of year my garden is usually huge, as evidenced by the picture below from last year at this time:

But, instead, I have this:

Maybe it doesn't look too bad, but compared to my typically thriving garden, this year has been a complete failure. I haven't yet been able to harvest anything. I have a few small, green tomatoes growing but that is all.

I had big plans for my garden this year. I was going to learn how to can salsa and I even was going to grow the onions and the peppers myself. Now I suppose I will probably be buying my salsa for the next year instead.

I am so sad.

I am blaming this failure on the insanely cold weather and all the rain we had after I planted. But, I can't help feeling bummed about it.

On the bright side, if this is all I'm bummed about then I've got it pretty good!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

my Beautiful in orange

It's been a while since I've posted and so now I'm playing catch-up. Back in June we had some family come in town. One day we went to a park in the canyon and I got some cute pictures.

This first one is Megan & Uncle Tyler on the pole. I'm not quite sure what the poles are supposed to be for, but apparently they are for climbing. Megan tried many times to climb up the pole, but, even though she is a little monkey, she just could not do it.

Uncle Tyler was later moving the poles around the ground and Megan was upset that she could not move them, too. This picture was taken after I had Megan settle for just sitting on the bottom of the pole:

Sweet cousin Elise is so good & sweet with Megan. She is wise beyond her years and very patient with the little ones:

And, lastly, this picture is Pure Megan: outside with a stick in her mouth.

And, I have to say- doesn't Megan look stunning in orange?


Friday, July 1, 2011

a girl and the vacuum

Megan always hides the moment I get out the vacuum:

She picks a spot and does not move until I come to get her and tell her I'm done vacuuming. Once in a while she will find herself in a comfortable position and this is what happens, along with a loud snore:

There was a loud vacuum machine
and a girl who was scared of the thing.
On the floor she would hide
and some tears she'd provide
but be sleeping 'fore the floor was clean.