Whatever.

I am done with photobucket.

Anyone have any other ideas?

{when I am at my "whit's" end = making dinner}

Slight Chocolate milk & some good old Cheetos.

Then when she sees me with my camera, this is what I now get... 

a CHEESY "CHEESE"!

I have been reading some blogs that tell of how it was the first day of preschool for their little ones... I kinda wish it was H's first... but it is his 3rd {well really his 2nd} 1st day of preschool.

The reason he started so early {no it wasn't because I needed him gone} is that we were advised to get him in with teachers and students to help his speech.  So thus he has been in preschool for about 2 years.  

The preschool his is attending is amazing.

So nurturing and proactive with his speech.

Well structured, centered around love and the teachings of Christ.

He has developed a love for his teachers and friends, which I can only be happy about. 

So it isn't his 1st day... but his 1st day this school year - and he was excited.

R was pretty thrilled, to say the least, to go inside the hall of the school with many excited children.  She is a friendly one; very friendly.

A fellow mother took this picture of us... I was a little embarrassed with my makeup-less-ness.  Especially when one of the room moms had us stop to get a picture; ya know so it can be blown up and placed on the wall.  I should have thought to put some makeup on and do my smelly, dirty hair... I wish I would have gotten that memo... it seems I was the only one who didn't remember this very important information:

Getting the bad guys

Retrieving the mail - all. by. himself.

Wait and see.

Like some time in the future... 

and both of us are oh so not familiar with the city above... 

Hail to the Victors Valiant, hail to the conquering heros... 

hail hail to MICHIGAN the leaders and best... 

Here is the first tackle of the season from H & R.

And she is DOWN!

This next one is to all the Ohio State Fans.

BOOOOO  on you.

Here, let me zoom out for you.

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Who needs a nap anyway?

Her motto: Always fashion forward.

This is R with her new find.  She LOVES herself some cleaning gloves.

She asks for them on, with a grunt, and then flicks them off. 

Over and over and over.

She makes me happy.

Today we {kids + myself} went out in search of some new "athletic" shoes; for H to start preschool.  {The kid grows so fast I am hoping the shoes I bought stay with him for at least 6 months}

Here is the deal... this is "me" - or how I work.  Unfortunately.   

I go to Target, look for shoes... a week ago.  Found some shoes, not as cute as the Converse I saw the other day at Nordstom, but still cute.  I look at the price.  20 bucks.  Ummm... weren't the converses at Nordstrom only 24.95$?  I am pretty positive they were.  Yes, I will wait and buy the converse.  I mean 5 bucks more?  Come on.  Plus then I have a better excuse to wait for the roll over on my credit card since I won't make it too the mall until next week.

Next week rolls around... I pull Spencer and kids to Nordstrom rack.  Thinking that I will find some cheaper shoes for H. and great quality.  What do you think happened?   Spencer has been in need of a new suit.  We found a suit (yipppeee) + 2 new pairs of shoes.  One pair of shoes for R {and that was really good to get out of the store with only one pair... there were MANY I could have taken home}.  NO shoes for H.  So I bought him some shirts so he didn't feel too bad about the no shoes.  And he needed the shirts.  All he does is grow - I swear.

On to today - go to mall.  In search of those 24.95$ shoes.  Find them, H tries them on.  I buy them.  Feeling good that task is over... she rings them up to 40$.  What the ... I looked at her and said "Are you kidding?  I could have sworn those were only 25 dollars".

  her response: "Oh... the price goes up in sizes.  The 24.95$ ones are size {freakin'} 5."

"That is great.  Great labeling Nordstrom.  Nice job deceiving." I say under my breath

I was all up in arms {in my head} over the price but couldn't return them... as I was walking out I see these adorable Adidas {pictured above} and called back the dork of a saleswoman and told her if I was paying the crazy 40 bucks for converse I might as well pay 40 for Adidas.  Agree? Agreed.  So I go and exchange them, can you guess?  These also go up in price with size.  ARGHHHH.  10 bucks more and Adidas on H's feet we are out the door.  

You ask why I didn't just throw them in the face of the woman... well "THIS IS ME".  I can't.  For some reason, maybe my pride... okay it is my pride.  I would rather buy the shoes and walk out the door and return them at the other Nordstom down the street then face her again.  I know lame.  But true.

So H skipped his happy little feet 

[adorned in Adidas} all the way to the car.  Once in, I took them off his cute little feet and placed them back into the 50$ green box and am planning on making another little trip to the OTHER Nordstrom this coming Monday.  I will then hurry myself on over to Target to get the original shoes I found and make myself and my bank account happy.  I can not afford {or really I don't WANT} to buy shoes every 3 months that are 50 bucks each time.  No thanks.

Another funny thing, or really annoying... we parked by Macys... I get side tracked and went inside with my two kids.  Came upon the dress section.  And in my defense... there was/IS a big old sale going on... and I got swallowed up.  H helped me pick about 12 dresses out... and once we neared the dressing rooms... H started acting up.  He is in a weird phase that is all I will say about that.  He started getting loud and louder, then he started opening up all the changing room doors, thank goodness no one was in any of them.  After about the third time of checking the rooms, I hollered over to stop.  He growled at me, to which I had to explain why he couldn't for the 10th time.  All the while I know these sales woman were watching me and my devil of a child.  So when I finished collecting the yummy dresses I looked over to one of the woman {mind you they are younger than my - which steams me even more that they do the following} and ask if she needed to open a room for me.  

She hesitated and then said this, "ummm... there are some rooms over there you can try on. (as she points all the way over on the other side of the store)  

I looked at her and said "how about the one behind you?"

  She then replied... "Oh that is taken." 

"Oh is it really?"  I ask sarcastically.  "Funny I could have sworn no one was in there... why don't you check."

(she knew as well as I there was no one in any of the rooms)

So she slowly walks over twists the handle but doesn't open the door - all the while telling me there are other dressing rooms on other side that could accommodate me and my stroller.  Does she not see that the one she is opening is over sized, perfect for a stroller.  I tell her I am fine right here... and then I have to remind her to open the door.

She opens it grudgingly and I enter.  I should have left all of those dresses on the floor for her; but they were too pretty to not hang up.  

Can you believe that I am not balls-ie enough to return shoes for the 2nd time in 5 min. but can lay into someone who wants me to take my children else where and try clothes on.  

Oh well.  I am who I am.

{I bought 4 dresses... hey they were FABULOUS deals.}

Cereal doesn't go into the fridge.

And... this one is a beaut....

              I was undressing the other day and had to take two bras off, what the???!?  

 So you see... I am guessing that as I was trying on two different outfits, which each needed it's own "type" of bra, I kept both of them on.  You know the layering look to a whole different level.  I then understood why everything felt so tight that day.  My "aaahhaa" moment.