Yoda-ese is addicting.

Truly wonderful, the mind of a child is. A few days before Halloween, it was. To the age of five, she turned. Little John's birthday, she copied. Star Wars Theme it was, because Darth Vader, her favorite is.

Into a slave I turned. A million cupcakes for school I did make. Until 1am I worked.

I find your lack of cake (and excess of fondant) disturbing.

May the black-frosting-fingernails be with you, always.

Fear is the path to the dark side. Fear leads to anger. Anger leads to hate. Hate leads to uneven googley eyes.

Hello there. Come here, my little friend. Don't be afraid. Oh don't worry, he'll be alright. . . not really.

Candy everywhere, there was.

For over a thousand generations, the Jedi knights were the guardians of peace and justice in the old Republic...Then they all turned to the dark side and destroyed C3PO.

(W was quite disturbed by the violence and the "skeery" Star Wars music. She had to leave the room. We are in counseling.)

It is done.

The force is strong with this one.

You’re all clear, kid! Now let’s blow this thing and go home!

But these moments when everyone is focused on you, only once a year they come.

Use the force. . .

. . . and blow!

Happy Birthday to you, I wish. Too fast from newborn to girl, you have grown. You with all my heart, I love.

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Riddled

What do a . . .

bumble bee,


a fairy princess,


a camera-shy caterpillar,


and another fairy princess,


and a pumpkin have in common???


Absolutely nothing!


Happy belated Halloween!




Wish I could say I can't wait 'til next year! But I can!

I'm working on it.

We've been having technical difficulties here at Prattastic. Well, maybe there's been some more general "life" difficulties, too. . . as in moving, construction and more moving. A lot has happened in the last few months. A lot of good, a little bad, and an ugly that I think will cause a nervous break down. So let's get down to business, shall we? We'll start with the "ugly."

Meet Gustavo El Rey (named by S). Friends call him "Goose" for short. I call him "That Dog." Take your pick.

He has no hair. This was for asthma/allergy/near-death experiences on my part. The hairless-ness really works like a charm for that. You just have to watch out for hives and swollen eyes. But other than that. . .

He was a gift for S's 5th birthday. The little guy is definitely the OPPOSITE of housetrained. I'm really at a loss for this one. It's been a week, I've been following all the breeder's instructions, and it's only getting worse. We had four clean-ups today. I trained Sarah in 3 days. Come on. I. can't. take it. anymore. I'm looking for an open adoption situation here.

He definitely has lots of energy. And it seems like he's getting to the teething stage since he likes to chew up anything he can get his little paws on. Note to self: don't let him sit next to me when I'm at the computer again. . . don't let him near the kids toys again. . . don't let him near the legs of our brand new couch again. . . don't let him outside near the fusebox again. . . or maybe I should forget about that last one?

And don't get me started on the incessant barking for attention. My ears are now in a constant state of ringing.


I've never been a dog owner due to said near-death experiences earlier. I think I had too much of an idealistic view of the whole thing. S still sees it this way.

She's against the whole open adoption thing.
I think I can talk W into it, though.


The swing was also a gift.

Much more low maintenance.


And poop-free.


W's cousin also appreciates this.

So this is where I'm at right now. If you have any tips, please comment or email me. I'd rather not rip S's heart out by getting rid of the thing, but I'd also like to be sane. Call me crazy, cause I kinda feel like I'm getting there at this rate.

Stay tuned and we'll work backwards through our time apart. . .