"Mom, Take a Picture of Me 'Cause I'm Mad"

Death of an Old School Boombox

Kincade's old stereo, purchased in about 1994, finally wheezed it's last wheeze. Farewell, loyal friend. You're off to that giant beach party in the sky.


To commemorate, we played Duck Hunt. Stella now likes to "shoot those ducks" as well as "hit those birds."

We've Been Phineas and Ferberized!

Stella (she chose pink hair of course)

Macy (purple hair on Stella's insistence)

Paige

Kincade

Hiking, Splashing, Swimming

July was a busy month. Remind me to take a big nap before it starts next year.

The First Lie

When I told Stella she couldn't pour her cup of milk into her bowl of mac 'n' cheese, she told me, "Macy said I could." Does this look like the face of a girl who tells tall tales?

Yeah, maybe. That mustache is pretty sinister.

Life in Plastic, It's Fantastic

This is what I found in the bathroom one day next to Stella's toilet:


Can you tell what Barbie and Ken are doing? Look a little closer.


That's right. They're sitting on mini toilets. Not just any kind of toilets though: Bubble Tape toilets.

When Stella and I were looking through old Barbie stuff from my childhood, she discovered what I used at Barbie toilets back in the day. Six feet of grape flavored fun. I also used Kleenex boxes stuffed with shoulder pads as couches. Don't judge me.

How They've Grown

Macy has learned how to drool,

sit up in the Boppy,

stand tall (with a little help),

and fly

while Stella discovered that wearing a ballet costume is perfectly acceptable clothing in the daytime as long as her mom is still wearing pajamas herself.