patience

Patience to get you.

Patience to let you grow.

lovely friendship

I miss Kristi.

I miss her so much that I haven't thought about poopy diapers in 3 weeks! That's how much Kristi I lack in my life. I loved Ivy's little poopy diapers.

One consolation is that she's online. A lot. I am so thankful for that.

The other day our chat conversation went something like this:

Kristi: Hey! I miss you so so much. How are you doing without me?

Ralphie: Bread! I love bread!

Kristi: I want to come back. Pleeeeheheheeease take me back!

Ralphie: I love rolls and pitas and naan and scones and

Kristi: Um. Hello?

Ralphie: and cinnamon rolls! Oh man I LURVE cinnamon rolls.

Then I proceeded to drowned her in links of picture upon picture of cinnamon rolls and cried on to my keyboard because I really wanted her to come over and make some with me. Which she would have, easily forgetting the fact that it was 10:00pm.

The next day I found these at my door:



With an accompanying note:


I am so grateful for good friends. I love it that Kristi was thoughtful enough to mention to Jeannie that I have been craving bread. And I am so humbled that Jeannie would take the time to make these most fantastic cinnamon rolls ever ever ever and sneak them over to my house.

What wonders good friendship does to a person. I feel comfortable, cozy, and very full of happiness and cinnamon rolls.

favorite things

A couple of days ago I was desperate for something to give Miss Naughty to do.

draw smiley faces on Chichi's stomach, arms and face
teach introductory class on booty shaking (still thinks this is hilarious, still waiting for the phase to be over, or not)
stress out the neighbor's dog by barking back for 30 minutes
eat bowls of sugar

It seems like when left to her own devices, my daughter is far too creative for the good of the human race.

So I grabbed the point and shoot and told her to take pictures of all her favorite things. Lots and lots of pictures, for hours if she wanted.

Um. Wow.




In no particular order, a few of Queen NaNa's favorite things:


Albus. "I could have been a contender."


Squeal inducing happiness.


Young impressionable girls love Barbie. Just look at Chichi's expression. "I'm enamoured."


Backpack.


A cookie with a strong will to live.


Duh.


The apple falls far from the tree.


Or not!


I asked and she said, "I don't know. I just love that picture Mom. I look great."


Successful booty dance instruction.


Ack!



And last, my personal favorite:

i hate to wake you up... part two

But they did anyway.

Man, I am getting significantly less sleep. I need friends who promise to stay put.

Bart and Janssen. You really can't have one with out the other. In fact my kids call them Bartonjanssen. Bart frequents their abuse by being called Janssen, and hilarity ensues.

We will miss these guys so much. We've made a lot of history in the short time they have been here, and I'm so glad that I was able to take their pictures if only to have them immortalized in my vast files of photos forever.

They're totally coming back to see us though. Totally.