Gummi

Actual conversation on the way to school today:

Lily: "Mommy, when I grow up can we work in a gummi factory?"
Mommy: "Uuuuh, sure."
Lily: "You would have to work there too."
Mommy: "Okay."
Lily: "And we would have to go to gummi school."
Mommy: "What would we learn there?"
Lily: "How to make gummis!"
Mommy: "Who would teach us?"
Lily: "People who already know how to make gummis, silly."
Mommy: "What do you think they make gummis with?"
Lily: "I don't know. But we would make healthy gummis with fruits and vegetables."
Mommy: "Good idea."
Lily: "But not with cement or bugs."
Mommy: "Certainly not."
Lily: "We should make crunchy gummis."
Mommy: "That would be different."
Lily: "Okay, enough about gummis. When is it my birthday?"

Summer's Almost Over

So we're enjoying the beautiful weather. Today Lily served as my photography assistant.

The sunflower is dying.

Milkweed

Milkweed

Lily's window art. Yikes, I know the window is dirty, but the inside is painted shut, and the storm window is latched on the inside, so there's no way to clean the middle. Replacement windows are on the wish list.

Baby's First High Heels

I know there's something kind of creepy about these, but I can't help myself - I think I would have bought a pair for Lily, at least for Halloween.

Heelarious

hee • lar • i • ous [he-lair-ee-uhs] - noun:
Extremely funny, completely soft shoes for babies 0-6 months designed to look like high heelsNot intended for walking (heel will collapse with weight).Not intended to harm children in any way.

http://heelarious.com/

Fierce

Lily really likes to express herself on weekends. This outfit was preceded by "Wait! I want to look cute for the Home Depot."

John Stewart on Palin

I've never posted anything political here, but this one is just toooooooo good to miss.

Demon Beep

You know that shrill, metalic chirp a smoke detector makes when the battery is dying? Well something in our house has been making that beep for 6 weeks! We've moved all our belongings and ripped apart everything we can, and have determined that it's coming from the wall. Every 35 seconds! Right outside our bedroom. We've never done work in that section of the house. We can't figure it out and it's driving us crazy. Did some evil contractor have a battle with the previous owner and hide a smoke detector behind the plaster? Aaaaaaarrrrrghhhhhhh! Any ideas?

Beautiful Girl