Heaven HELP ME

Today I finished ANOTHER super book.

Two enthusiastic THUMBS WAY UP!

It is completely deserving of the FIVE gold shiny stars ***** I gave it on GOODREADS.

I actually put off finishing because I did NOT want it to end. EVER.

It's one of those, or at least it was for me.




I believe that sums it up.

*available at Costco, naturally. Barnes & Noble will bend you over and ROB YOU...which is of course where I purchased my copy*

Baby Mine

Wow. Today was going to be a pretty low key day for me. I'd been thinking and looking forward to today knowing that for the first time in weeks there was nary a kids activity on the books. hooray. Well, cavities appear, schedules change, and mothers adapt:

Will's first cavity filled 7:00 am
*The hygienist thought he needed gas for his nerves. I acquiesced...after all, his father has been known to beg, cry, and curse in that torture chair...as an adult. Dental fear is inherited.

Flew home, fed kids and shewed them out the door to school.

Detailed the kitchen.
Wiped down cabinets, vacuumed drawers, vents, and base boards, de-germed sinks, counter-tops, and chairs, vacuumed floor and rugs, polished appliances, and mopped.

Currently on the 4th batch of laundry (washed, not folded...I'm only human).

Sorted Libby's new clothes/old clothes.

Gave potty training another valiant effort.

I figured that while I was toiling away in the kitchen, it would be a super time to throw some dora underwear on Libby and let her watch her shows in the family room with her books and her potty.



I had to take 4 shots before she'd quit flashing her little lady bits for the camera. That is not an inherited trait.

She DID keep her dora underwears dry for a few hours...but no amount of book reading, bribes of chocolate donuts and reeses, or trips to Target could elicit a single tinkle.

She begged and BEGGED to finally put her diaper back on, even though I warned her that diapers are only for babies, and certainly SHE is a big girl, and WON'T YOU BE SAD TO NOT GET THE DONUT OR THE CHOCOLATE OR THE TOYS?

I made her wait a few minutes longer and ran outside to pick some tomatoes.
When I came back in I found Libby waiting for me with a diaper in hand.
Since it was close to nap time I gave in and put back on the diaper.

Shortly thereafter I found this...



What is that? Well, THAT is her bribery treat bowl. It contained ONE chocolate donut and ONE wrapped reeses peanut butter cup BEFORE I went outside. It NOW contains ONE chocolate covered donut, and ONE reeses peanut butter cup WRAPPER, and ONE reeses stacked carefully on top of the donut.

Now THAT melts my heart. I'd like to think she chose to not eat the candy because she loves and wants to please her sweet, kind, patient mother, not because she's afraid her Nazi mother would EAT the donut AND the reeses while she looked on in horror JUST TO PROVE A POINT.

I'll take it, either way.

She's not ready. And you know what? It's okay. It's OKAY. We'll try again in a week or so. She's my baby. My baby. Who is finally entered a stage I don't want her to leave. I've probably NEVER said that before. About any child. I just could not manage to enjoy the moment enough. Always anxious and excited to see what came next. Wanted them to be more independent. But now I watch these big, busy, mess-making kids and wish they'd need me a little more.
(for something not related to housekeeping or taxi service)

So what if her poopy diapers are worse than that of a full grown nasty man, and that she waited all of 3 minutes after I put her diaper on to lay some cable. I am cherishing this time we have alone together during the day. She entertains me. She aggravates me at time, but I love her.

I'm feeling it...

I am. It's true. I think I may be back in the "mode" . What mode is that, you ask? The blogging mode. I'll make no apologies, because when I'm not feeling it, I'm SOOOOO not feeling it. I lost that loving feeling, if you will, albeit temporarily.

What HAS the D family been DOING all of this time? Well, pretty much the same shiz we we've always been doing. Eating food. Lazing around. Making fun of each other...only we've been doing it...ON WATER!! That's right. We bought a boat. A BOAT I SAY!

This I can tell you for certain. If you want to feel every single year of your 34 years buy a boat. And then ski/tube/knee board/wake board with the wild abandon of youth. I trust you"ll not be able to relieve yourself comfortably when nature calls for 3 days. Minimum.



We are having a freaking BLAST. It's officially kicking our butts, but I'm not opposed to a little healthy butt kicking for a good cause.

Now that the kids are back in school and Libby has learned to not graffiti any and all surfaces when left unattended temporarily, I hope my blogging mojo will stick around for awhile! I do miss it.

By the by...CATCHING FIRE (from my post below) is tremendous, if not ANNOYING. The ending barely constitutes an ENDING. The cliffhanger is unREAL!!. I may have liked #2 even a TEEENSY bit better than #1. March on out and get both books in this series and have yourself a fabulous reading binge.

OOOOOOOH YEEEEAAAAAHHHH

Wanna know what's even better than stocking up on winder cleaner, paper towels, beef jerky, 3 cases of water and world famous Cosctocookthemupyourself tortillas?

Finding a LOOONG anticipated sequel calling my name!!! It hadn't even been put on the shelf yet and you better believe I SNATCHED it up and hid it under my strawberries next to the frozen Kirkland chicken and paper towels just in case it isn't kosher to take things off the cart.




RUN over to your favorite bulk warehouse COSCTO and do yourself a solid by picking up this diddy for less than 10 BUCKS! (seriously). If I were you I'd also get some miralax and a churro, but that's probably just me.

*If this books STINKS don't blame me. I'm basing my pre-reading recommendation solidly on how kick-A the first book was. *

3rd grade english lesson

Ladies and gents:

If I am to be expected to continue on FACEBOOK there must be a few changes.

Or an elementary English exam.


YOU ARE = YOU'RE not YOUR

There ( a place)

Their (possessive....it is THEIR house, THEIR car...)

They're (short for THEY ARE)

If i start to take one more quiz that has one of these errors in the FREAKING TITLE I might punch my computer screen.

Now, if you (and all FB users) will kindly ignore my egregious spelling and misuse of big smart sounding words we should be good.

thanks kindly.

For Posterity's Sake...

I snapped this video the other night while the Mr. was goofing off with the Pibbs after paying some bills in the office. Now while the video is adorable and precious and heartwarming and all that jazz, the best part truly came after I ceased filming. When Jeff picked her up to go get her jammies on, she'd left a little nightcap for him. That's right, poo. Libby poo-ed. All over the paid bills. Way to stick it to the man libb!

And THAT, well, THAT I want to go down in D family history.

For time and all eternity.

luaghy libbs from tara daivs on Vimeo.

Let's get re-acquainted

Good afternoon ladies and gents!! It's truly sublime to be back with you at this juncture. I will attempt to play catch up via a bit of COLLAGE MAGIC. This is sure to blow your mind.


* Mothers Day wonderfulness
*Grace's first talent show. She sang Raindrops and Roses and she brought the HOUSE DOWN. And by "brought the house down" I mean "was scared spitless...didn't dare to move a fraction of an inch".. SHE WAS AWESOME:) GOOD JOB LU! SOOOO proud of you:)
*Piano recital-both kids were FANTASTIC. So was I...but then, level one primer material was always my strength.
*Family movie night. (Paul Blart-MALL COP did have a certain appeal. Jeff thought it was the most lamespice thing he's ever seen, but perhaps he is too highbrow for the common man.)


*Easter
*Will's birthday


*Pib and Lu getting their Picasso on.


WOW! that was FASCINATING, no?

What else...
*FUN biking adventure to Subway in the hail/rain/wind. Lu is still not convinced it was "FUN", but it was an adventure.
*Frying myself up LOBSTER STYLE every Saturday at the kid's soccer games. Can you say FARMER TAN? it's wicked.
*All FOUR of us speaking in church two weeks ago. We were so good it's probably time to go pro.
*Kicking our yard into shape. Looks GOOOOOOOOD.
*Planted pots-o-plenty. It brings me an unhealthy amount of pleasure.
*Planted the very lst D family garden. And if 5 plants constitutes a garden then by all means I'm a freaking farmer.

HAPPY TO BE BACK!!!!!