Monday, May 21, 2012

On the Horizon

Big things are on the horizon for little pirate.  She only has 5 more days of kindergarten left! When she gets off the bus next Tuesday she'll know who her first grade teacher is going to be. FIRST GRADE people! They have tests in first grade! I foresee another period of morning coming on in August for this mama. 

And those kids getting off the bus don't know it yet, but they will be ambushed with water balloon, silly string, and super soakers as soon as the bus has rolled away. The "Last Day of School" celebration will begin! Who doesn't want to get off the bus to a surprise ice cream party! 

Unfortunately, 2 days after the last day of school, Soph goes in for a hernia repair surgery. Bummer. I hate it so much for her. My typically brave girl will be so scared on Thursday morning. Keeping her down for recovery is going to be so hard on her. The doctor says that she should only be down for a few days. We shall see. I hope she is right because no one wants to start summer being bed ridden.  No swimming for a few weeks is definitely going to be the hardest part. 

Just like last year she is going to have a babysitter 2 days a week and go to summer camp at her old pre-school 3 days a week. This year she gets a super sweet teenage babysitter. I've only met her once and talked to her a few times but I already really like her.  And I LOVE that there is a week that she can't watch Soph b/c she has animals in the county fair that she has to be with the entire week. There is something to be said about a girl who isn't afraid to get dirty and can waltz a cow around. 

And speaking of farm girls, Little Bit is all signed up for horse came for the end of July. Giddy up! Steven is going to have to pick her up though or I'll be driving down the interstate going into anaphylactic shock because my girl will be covered in horse hair. I think I'm more allergic to horses than Soph is allergic to peanuts!

This guy is doing really well and he puts up with a lot. 

Except for the fact that he will NOT leave my side. And I'M NOT THE DOG PERSON in this house! He is keeping me at the vet though. He had a skin issue so he's been on meds for over a month now. Even the girl at the vets office admitted that she felt sorry for me. 

Check out the world's tiniest acolyte. 

CUTE. Ignore the weird face. She was eating a doughnut. She's a little on the obsessed side though. She thinks she could get to be an acolyte every Sunday.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

See this long lovely pony tail? Well it's GONE. Hacked right off :(

She's been asking for a hair cut for quite sometime but I've been putting her off. I'm not sure why. Maybe because my hair can't grow very long. It starts to look like poo after it hits a certain length. Not that it looks that great right now. It's currently in a state of disgrace. I got this bright idea that I was going to grow my hair out to its original color and start anew once all of the processed crap had been chopped off. It's a lovely striped mess right now. A little gray on top, followed by my natural mousey brown, tipped in lovely brassy dye job.

Anyway, back to little bit. I guess she got tired of me putting her off because a few days ago she walked down to our neighbor's house (who is a hair dresser) and asked if she had any scissors and if she would cut her hair! Nice. I guess that's one way to get your hair cut! Stacy didn't have her scissors with her on that night but the next night she brought them home. Obviously, the kid was serious that she wanted rid of her long hair. Apparently, she was getting tired of her hair getting caught in buttons. Seriously, that was her reasoning. But whatever, by that point, I had relented. So Soph and Ms. Stacy had a hair cutting session on her back porch.

I don't have any pictures of the new do yet. So for now, I'll just enjoy pics with the old do.

Saturday, April 14, 2012

A Holy Day

Warning: Long and rambling blog post ahead :)

For more than 5 years, I (and Steven too) had been failing our family. We put so much effort into making our lives comfortable with new houses and cars and things. We've made sure that Little Bit's childhood has been as wonderful and magical as we could make it. Living in the suburbs with friends everywhere you look, trips for no reason what so ever, and mythical creatures and people who come to our house to visit in the middle of the night, sometimes bearing gifts. I plan Halloween costumes months and months in advance. I attempt to create family time at our house. I have always believed that if everyone is home, dinner should be around the dinner table. Family outings sometimes need to be just that, family outings, without other friends along. I worried about her smarts. Little Bit has been read to every single night since we brought her home from the hospital. I'm even conscience of what she watches on TV. Granted, sometimes I find it odd that she's content still watching Max and Ruby and episodes of Little Bear. But other times, I'm glad that she has no clue what's happening on Icarly.

But it hit me that we were failing big time in her spiritual happiness and well being and in our own. This has crept into my mind on numerous occasions. I would even think about the future and think about when the day comes that Little Bit wants to get married. When you are currently nothing, where do you get married if you want a church wedding?! Every summer, Little Bit would go to VBS with friends. I loved it so much as a kid. It really hit me when Oscar the Boxer died and I had to explain for the first time about death. She had no grounding. My heart of hearts knew that we needed to find a church. Some Sunday mornings Little Bit would want to go outside and play and I would have to tell her that so and so isn't home, she's at church. That's when Soph would say to us, "why don't we go to church?" Good question my dear.

Over the years we had hit the church circuit. I remember going to one in Winfield and there were like zero other kids around, so we marked it off the list without even a second thought. There there was another giant one where there were PLENTY of kids, but as we sat listening, I realized I wasn't buying what that particular church was selling and I couldn't raise my daughter believing in certain things. And really, that was the problem. What I was raised, and the person that I had become today weren't meshing. So I felt stuck. I felt the familiarity in the type of churches that I went to as a kid but inevitably as I would sit in the pew a voice inside my head would say, "this is not you, this is oil and water trying to mix."

So I talked to friends. Because in your thirties this is the type of stuff you talk about. You don't talk about which bars are the coolest or what you are going to wear next week. You talk about your kids, your husbands, what you are going to cook for dinner, and bigger issues, like God.

I would go home and think and Steven and I would talk. And I kept coming back to Jackson's baptism two years prior at the Episcopal church. Jenny and Jared had asked me to be his godmother. I remembered the calmness I felt during the service. The beautiful rituals. And the overall feeling of happiness as he was baptized. So 2 years later, we walked back in there not knowing a soul or how things worked. And it felt right. It felt like that was where we were suppose to be. It didn't matter that we were raised differently. What mattered was that we were there. And I looked around at all of the different people and it felt good. Sunday at 10am in America is the most segregated hour of the week. Yet, I looked around me and there so many different people from all walks of life coming together. But that was it, they were just people. People there for the same reason.

It's been going on 8 months now. And we LOVE it. We are involved. I never thought I would be baking a cake to take to a church dinner. And I guarantee that Steven never thought he would be cutting grass for his church. I think I've missed 1 or 2 Sundays in all that time. Steven, on the other hand, had this little thing called "tax season" creep up, so he's missed more than 1 or 2.But we all went on Easter. The most important holiday in the christian world has now become even more special to us. For along with remembering that Jesus arose from the tomb we can also mark it as the day that Sophie and Steven were baptized. Sophia Carr was BEYOND excited about it. She would tell everyone coming and going what was going to go down on Easter. She would even run into our bedroom the week before an announce "guess what!? 3 more days until I get baptized!" I'm sure other kids were probably saying, "guess what?! 3 more days until the Easter Bunny comes!"

The service was beautiful and perfect. I was so nervous that she would say something totally off the wall to get a laugh. When she didn't I just combusted with pure joy and the tears came. She was beaming. Easter has now moved up the hierarchy in my memorable holiday list. So that's the story.

Here's a quick pic of the beautiful silver box from Jenny and Jared that Soph styled with her cross necklace from Aunt Paula and Uncle Humpar. Jenny also got her gorgeous cross earrings, but don't you know, girlfriend will be able to swap out earrings soon.

And as an aside (if you have made it reading this far), if you have this tugging feeling about your church situation, as we did, that little voice, that's the Holy Spirit pulling on your heart. He's trying to tell you to get up off your bum and do something about it. It just took me awhile to answer. It doesn't matter what you were, what you think you are, or what you want to be. Just go. Just walk on in somewhere.

Oh and finally, we got a certificate to prove it ;o)

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Wednesday Randomness

1. Random conversation with the hubster:

Me: I took Louie on a walk up the hill today. I don't know, the more see him around the neighbor's dogs, the more and more I think he looks like a pitbull.
Steven: Maybe, he's a mix. We'll really never know.
Me: Maybe it's because he's black that I'm thinking he looks like a pit.
Steven: I think you just racial profiled our dog.

And is that dog bed not a hoot?! Sophie and a friend lugged it home from a neighbor's house (thank you Tammy ;). Obviously, it was purchased for a toy poodle and not a big dog. Louie fit in it for approximately 2 days. It's now a cat bed/baby doll bed.

2. Random text with a friend regarding Sophie and Steven getting baptized on Easter:

Me: So Sophie is definitely going to need god parents to stand up.
Friend: No problem! And hubby says he'll be Steven's godfather. And he can refer to him as "The Don." Really, it's an offer he can't refuse.

3. Random text with a neighbor regarding Louie:
Neighbor: you know, ever since you got a dog, we text about poop a lot.
Me: I know, sad isn't it.

4. Random phone conversation with my mom:
Mom: Just so you know, I am NEVER going to your house again during the day and doing you a favor if you don't have toilet paper in the bathroom.
Me: Sorry. We know to look first, then do your business.
Mom: You are getting a giant economy sized thing of TP for your birthday. Just like you got for Christmas!

5. . Random note found in our house:

Truer words have never been spoken! Inspiration for this board came from here. The giant piece of notebook paper was found at the parent/teacher store. The frame is an 11x14 from Michaels.

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Someone Got Her Ears Pierced

Sunday was a big day. After Grammy and PapPap headed back to PA we loaded up the 200 pounds of dog food to drop it off at Little Victories. The same no kill shelter that Louie came from. They greatly appreciated all of the donations. Anywho, on the way there, Little Bit announced that now that she was 6, she was ready to get her ears pierced. Now this is not the first time she's said that she was ready to get her ears pierced. Two or three Christmases ago she asked Aunt Amy to take her to get her ears pierced. Off we went to the mall. They put the earrings in the guns and she chickened out. However, that still cost $40 thank you very much b/c the earrings had been open.

The next time she was 5 and she woke up one morning and asked her daddy to take her to the mall. She was all set to go until she watched a 16 year old boy get his ear pierced and he made a face that said basically said, "OUCH!" At that point, Little Bit announced that she would wait until she was either 6 or 7. But last week, a friend came bopping across the street showing off her newly pierced ears. I think it lit a fire and created a fierce determination. So this time, she swore that she was ready. All three of us looked on the rough side and really shouldn't have been seen in public. But off we went.

She climbed right up in the chair.

She held still when the lady marked her ears.

She asked me to stand in front of her and hold her hands while it all went down. And without even really flinching....

her ears were pierced!

And she was so happy! Thrilled actually. And for some reason, I was sad. Even though I'm the one who had asked her on multiple occasions if she wanted to get her ears pierced, when it actually came down to it, part of me wanted to grab her and run out of there. I wanted to keep her perfectly cute ears holeless for a little while longer. But there is no changing her mind when she has it set on something. And girlfriend wasn't leaving that mall without pierced ears.

She looks so stinking cute. We had to call everyone on the way back home to tell them the news. Especially Aunt Amy.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012


You didn't think that she just got dog food for her birthday did you?

Now she has the second coolest bike in the neighborhood. We rock. Both courtesy of the Gi and Papa.

Monday, March 19, 2012

6 Years

Dear Sophie,

You turned six on Friday. I can't really make my mind wrap around that fact. But six you turned, six you are, and six you will be for a whole year. We started celebrating your birthday on Friday morning. We loaded your room up with balloons while you slept so that you could wake up knowing that it was "your day." And girlfriend, we didn't stop celebrating until Sunday. Once the the weekend was over, I looked at daddy and just smiled. We both smiled. This was the most memorable, most awesome birthday ever. Celebrating six was something special. I can think back over all of your birthday and remember something special about each one. But thus far, six as taken the cake. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that it will go down in my history of you one of my all time favorites.

We celebrated you quietly with GiGi and Papa on Friday evening with dinner at your favorite restaurant. No one loves an asian hibachi quite like you. On Saturday, Grammy and PapPap drove down with your cousin Tyler to join in the celebration.

And Saturday evening we had one blow out of a party at the YMCA pool. So many people came to celebrate you! A sea of kids splashing and laughing and there because of you.

And as each kid came to your party lugging bags of dog food, cat food, dog/cat toys, treats, cleaning supplies instead of gifts for you my heart grew about 10 sizes. 200 pounds of food all together. 25 bags and boxes of treats. 15 toys and tons of cleaning supplies. Only a few simple gift from friends.

There is something about you that is so over the top special. Maybe it's that you are over the top. I mean, who else starts their own Birthday Song at their party by yelling, "one, two, three, HAPPY....!?" All weekend we told you how proud we were of you and how awesome it is for a six year old to collect so many items for homeless dogs and cats. You kind of just shrugged your shoulders. It wasn't a big deal to you. But my love it was a big deal. Just another way you showed how over the top special you are to us.

Love Mama

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


It was 10 kinds of crazy up in kindergarten today. So Little Bit is "star of the week" and I wanted to do something different. I suck at crafts. I can usually recreate something that I have seen someone else make and make it look someone decent. But I fully admit that I would have no patience or tolerance to craft with 23 kindergarten kids. No desire what so ever. Plus, I know what I do with 90% of the crafts that Soph brings home. When she's not looking, right into the trash they go. So I wanted to create an experience. Something that would make kids talk. Ta-da, enter the magician. Because really, who doesn't love a magician?! Just ask Roy Horn, they taste great :-) The kids loved it. Like crazy loved it. They were literally jumping out of their seats to "assist." Being that she's the star of the week, the Soph got to be the "special" assistant and help out a little more than the others. To say she was on cloud nine is an understatement.

Waiting for the big show!

Presenting the amazing Joey Stepp and his lovely assistant.

This trick made it sound as if quarters were pouring out of your ears. And kids could "toss" change in from across the room and it sounded as though quarters landed in the bucket. Crowd fav.

The ole straight rope trick.

What's a magician without a rabbit?

And look, he turned Mrs. Jett into this guy!? Ha! Actually, this guy just cracks me up because it was the class sub for the day. Mr. Bush has been around the block a few times! The aide mentioned that he was her old junior high science teacher. And the aide is in her 60s! I wonder if he was tired this evening?

Thanks again Joey! And to anyone looking for fun entertainment, I HIGHLY recommend him. Everyone, young (and old, see above) had a smile on their faces!

Monday, March 12, 2012

Green Eggs and Ham

Do those not look narsty? Last Friday was Dr. Seuss' birthday so Soph's school celebrated Dr. Seuss week. Being the over achiever that I am, I woke up on Friday morning and made green eggs and ham for breakfast. Unfortunately, the green food coloring kind of poured right out of the bottle so the eggs were this ultra green color. Gag. Soph ate them right up and asked for seconds. Steven kind of choked them down. He has learned not to make any comments in the food department around here! But even I admit that green eggs are kind of hard to swallow.

We are now into Day 11 with our new four legged pal, Louie. I would say that things are going beautifully. However, they are not. The two of us are having some major issues in the potty training department. Despite the fact that we are lucky and blessed to have a team of people helping us with this dog throughout the day, he still feels the need to poop in his crate! And cover himself in it. And.I.Am.Doing.Everything.Right. Actually, one could even make the argument that he is even being let out too much. Anyway, regardless, he's pooping in between let outs and I'm coming home to a hot, stinking, dog shit mess. And mama is not happy. And when mama ain't happy, you know what that means. And it's tax season, so no one is really happy around here. So you might as well take some gasoline and douse it right on the explosive inferno that is the Carr house. I do, however, have the cleanest dog around seeing as he gets a bath almost EVERY DAY. On the other hand, at this rate, he isn't going to have any fur left because of all of the baths. Other than that major flaw of his, we love him. And for now, we'll keep him.

Miss thing has a birthday coming up on Friday. She's star of the week at school this week. She's been waiting all year for this week and it's finally here. Tomorrow, I have a magician coming to her class. Yes, a magician. Why? B/c it's over the top, and absurd, and money that I'm throwing away because I'm irked about this whole "star of the week" thing anyway. Although my daughter may be walking on sunshine, it's nothing but a pain in my arse. Sorry, but sometimes, schools want a little too much parent involvement.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Third Time's a Charm

At least we hope!

I can't BELIEVE we are going down this road again! Seriously, I question my sanity. But then you look at this little face and you just melt and you find your self taking a dog outside in the snow every hour on the hour.

His name is Louie. He's a West Virginia mutt who we rescued from Little Victories. He is suppose to be a boxer/lab mix. But ya just never know! And there is a certain little girl who is over the moon happy. Although, he's an early birthday present, I have a feeling that in two weeks she'll "forget" that he's a present and mom and dad are still on the hook for a few gifts!

He seems to be a hit with everyone :)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Valentine's Edition

A day late :)

These were the Valentine's Little Bit gave out at school. We attached sticky back felt mustaches to the card so that every kid got a fake stache as a gift. Because really, fake mustaches on 5 and 6 year olds rock. Oh and Sophie "claims" that she had a special "Valentine." I shall not divulge his name because I don't think that he is aware that he was dubbed her "Valentine." HA!

I love making big deals out of smaller Holidays. Pre-kids I didn't really see the big deal in celebrating every holiday that came our way. Valentine's day was nice IF you had someone to spend it with. But I remember spending quite a few Valentine's days with two of the most awesome dudes on the planet, Ben and Jerry. St. Patrick's day was an excuse to find a pseudo Irish bar in Morgantown and drink green beer. And Mardi Gras was yet another excuse to go out! Except with beads!

Now I look at holidays in a whole new light! And I LOVE IT! I loved waking Sophie up on Tuesday morning with a heart shaped doughnut with sprinkles on top. And I loved giving her her a few gifts sprinkled through out the day. A new Junie B. Jones book, a Hello Kitty candy watch, and the pièce de résistance, a kid sized bath robe. Steven gave me the best gift ever, cash! HA! Some may find cash as a thoughtless gift but trust me, he knows the way right to my heart. I'm debating on buying some Born boots that I've had my eye on or waiting and buying something fun for spring!

Next up, Mardi Gras. We usually don't do anything for this one because I never really thought about it. But Little Bit always liked getting beads from the Mardi Gras display at the Walmarts! the beads and masks were always cool looking having up at walmart. This year church has a Mardi Gras dinner and I am ALL OVER it. I think I need to find a King Cake complete with a baby inside.

Then comes St. Patrick's day and you know how I love me some St. Patrick's day! I have a feeling that the pesky leprechauns will be back in action again this year!

Monday, February 13, 2012


Guess who has been itching to go roller staking?

Nope, wrong choice. Me! I've been dying take Little Bit skating since she got roller skates for Christmas. I use to love love love roller skating. But I never had my own stakes. I always had the lovely orange and brown rentals. And guess what? I think that Skateland of Huntington has the same exact orange and brown skates that they had back in 1986! In fact, I can guarantee you that the skates are exactly the same. As is the carpet on the walls, the lockers, and the bathroom stalls with no doors!

Gracie got some skates for Christmas too so the girls got to break them in together. Ever cautious Gracie slowly and steadily made her way around the rink. She did awesome! Soph was more of a crazed lunatic and had I not held her by the hand or made her hug the wall we would have had a detour to Scott orthopedics!

And me? All.Over.It. I admit it, I parked Soph down with some Cheetos and a drink and told her that "mama would be right back after taking a few laps!" HA! And they still play the same games that they played back in the 80's! Four corners, red light/green light, Ghost Busters! Remember that one? Every time the song says, "Ghost Busters!" you have to turn and go the other direction. Ah, good times.

Anywho, we shall return.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Class is in session

So we played school today. This is the down side of not having any younger siblings/minions to play with. I get forced into being the student. I so loved playing school when I was her age. --Tangent--Come to think of it, I really wish I would have continued loving to play school and taken it all the way to becoming a teacher rather than a lawyer. Hello, summers off?! But I lasted 2 days as an education major at WVU. I went to my first "education" class and they told me that I would have to keep these big giant journals and binders about student teaching and different group projects I said, "peace out." I packed up my transcripts and walked them back over to Woodburn Hall where I would remain a political science major and try out law school. What kind of warped person ditches a teaching degree and chooses 3 years of law school as the easier route? Someone morbidly twisted, that's who! Me!

Anyway, I didn't have any minions either so my stuffed animals and cabbage patch dolls became my minions. I think we need to work on this because I can guarantee that they would be much better students. I' m constantly running off to put laundry into the dryer or answer the phone. But it is cute to see her standing at her little chalk board. And using one of the TWO finger pointers that we now have. We were learning about the word and number "one."

Oh and we got a new game called Hedbandz.

I shall say it again, I.Love.Board.Games. I can't wait until we can actually play Life, and Clue, and dare I say, Monopoly! The game that never ends! Would you like to hear about the lamest dorkiest game of Monopoly EVER played? That would be the game of Monopoly played by a bunch of 2nd year law students. A game that involved beer, mergers and acquisitions. Good god. I can't even believe that I just admitted to playing that game like that on the world wide web! Maybe we won't play monopoly. Like EVER.

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Back in Business

1. $80 later and I'm back in business! But with no pictures :( This is now my 3rd power cord for my computer. Perhaps this law suit is on to something. I filed one claim already but now I'm thinking that I should file another! But I don't care how many power cords I have to buy, it will not change my love affair with Apple products. I must see to it that Steve Jobs' heirs are taken care of.

2. So Soph had an ultrasound on Friday if see if she had a hernia. I waited all day on Friday for her doctor to call with the results but didn't hear a word. Then around 4:30 one ding dong husband of mine called and said, "I had a call on my phone from an odd number so I didn't answer but I'm pretty sure it was the doctor's office." Husband FAIL! I called around and tracked her doctor down and it turns out that the ultrasound was inconclusive. So she is going to see a surgeon to see what she thinks. Boo.

3. In other bright news, $1011.58 cents was stolen from our checking account yesterday. Grrrrrr. I'm telling myself that the thieves in California who went on a spending spree at a grocery store must have needed lots of diapers and formula to feed their hungry children. Otherwise, I might implode. We'll get the money back but it's still a huge headache. My friend got robbed too! Apparently, there is a rash of thefts!

4. Why has it taken me this long to discover the beauty of Red Box dvd rentals? Hello, awesome! Since it's tax season we've instituted Friday night movie night. Tons of blankets on the floor and food that is bad for you. Perfect. Last week we watched "Treasure Buddies." Steven kind of rolls his eyes at the movie selections. He's just gonna have to chill. It might be awhile before little bit is interested in Will Smith movies! (or Mark Walberg movies for me!)

5. Operation "find the Carrs a dog" has been put in motion. I was looking around at different rescue shelters and one site led to another and I some how landed on a boxer/labrador mix dubbed a "boxador." Oh my. They have to be the world's most perfect mutt ever. If we could find one of those at a shelter locally, I would be Although, that is a little bigger than I initially said we would go.

6. I REALLY need to work on what I tell my kid when it comes to other kids saying mean things to her. The other morning I put a dress on her and Little Bit made a sad face and said that "so and so will say this dress is ugly." Blind rage comes over me at comments like that. My advice, was not to turn the other cheek. Or to tell her that "so and so must put others down because they must be trying to make their own self feel better." No my advice, "well you tell so and so that their face is ugly, and unlike your dress, that can't be changed." Parent fail. Although, this is an even bigger parent fail b/c lately Soph has been starting every sentence off with, "my mommy said...." so it will probably come out as something like, "my mommy said your face is ugly, and my dress will change it." Which will make zero sense, but that doesn't matter because all that will stick is that "Sophie's mommy said I am ugly." In my defense, I've never laid eyes on this kid.

7. I'm getting burned out on reading the Berenstain Bear books every single night. We have 50 of those babies! Was Sister and Brother never given "real" names? I am DYING to start reading Harry Potter with her. But is she too young? Anyone else read the first HP to their kindergartner. I so hope she loves those books as much as I do. Unfortunately, she'll probably take after Steven and will prefer watching the movies! That will rip my heart out.

8. Our friends Joel and Shannon welcomed their 3rd little one to their family last week. I'm dying to meet her but I've had a cold so I don't want to get anywhere near her.

9. I have a college friend/sorority sister who is going to be on House Hunters International on Friday, March 16 (Sophie's Bday)! HGTV followed them on their hunt for a vacation home in Spain! Swoon. One day, my friends, one day.

10. Peace out!

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Out of Order

Just when I get on a blogging roll, the cord to charge my computer went kaput! So looks like I'll be out of commission for awhile because blogging on an IPhone is quite difficult!

Stay tuned!

Monday, January 30, 2012


At our house, we've been having full blown wars. Sorry Wars! Since Christmas I think that every kid that has walked in this house has been subject to a game of Sorry. Sometimes, it's smooth sailing, as it was yesterday when Toby and Tanner came down. Other times, games end in tears when I open up a can and send their butts back to home over and over again. Mwhahahahaha. They don't call it the "game of sweet revenge" for nothing! I admit fully that sometimes, after we put Soph to bed, Steven and I battle one another. Best out of 3, or 5 if I'm down.

In other news, the toe mole came back normal. I've just been hopping around with one shoe on and one shoe off for over a week. But I'll take it. Sophie goes to the doctor tomorrow. I've google diagnosed her with a hernia. I'm sure Dr. C can't wait to hear this one! But if I'm right, I might have people start referring to me as Dr. Carr, Google MD. :)