Category Archives: holidays

Arachnophobia, anyone?

arachnophobia a·rach·no·pho·bi·a (ə-rāk’nə-fō’bē-ə, -nō-) or a·rach·ne·pho·bi·a (ə-rāk’nə-)n. An abnormal fear of spiders.

We have the house all spookied up for our family’s favorite holiday.

Here are some day shots of our Haunted Stepford house.

this picture doesn’t do the porch justice. On the left are giant Frankenstein eyes, on the right is a big mummy. There are 4 black crows, a raven, and a black owl all perched on the porch watching the morons speed down the street.

Maeve and I named our 3, 8 foot spiders. Below is Larry.

On the dormer is Curly, since his legs are all squirly….

and on the porch, Mo.

Each day this week I will blog about something Halloween in our house!

Today is my Hilarious Hershey Kiss! I could just eat her up, but I’m not a cannibal.

4 more days till HaLL0WeeN!!!!!!!!!

Stepford’s Easter Egg Hunt and the World’s Best Bows

Happy Easter!
some cute videos of Brinn at her egg hunt!
Brinn sharing eggs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m6OP3BwtlWA
Brinn dancing
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6OMngiyVmM

Bob and I took the girls to the neighborhood Easter Egg hunt. Our neighborhood does a really nice job with this festivity for the children. Of course, I was a big, fat pregnant hog and would rather lay on the couch and stuff my face with Cadbury Eggs than go but alas, I stuff my swollen body in clothes that barely fit, get the girls dressed, and head out.

I am WAY too fat to walk to the Green, so we drive.

The first thing Maeve does, is ditch us for her friends. Thanks.

Second, Brinn has a major meltdown when she sees the giant bounce house.

Sigh. I hate those. Kids get killed in those. Brinn is extremely accident prone. I am too gigantic to fetch her out of that death trap.

After 20 minutes of screaming and running away from me, I finally drag her far away from the other children, and just let her start playing with those stupid, plastic eggs all over the ground. For crying out loud, what the hell are they waiting for? It seems to take an eternity for them to announce “go and get em”.

Brinn was too precious once it started. We let her stick about 10 eggs in her basket. If she’d grab more, we’d wait until she ran off, and throw the rest back on the ground for the other 400 kids. Then she decided she’d be a helper. She was picking up the eggs, and placing them in the other children’s baskets. I hear this desperate, pathetic voice behind me, “no, no!!!!…don’t touch his eggs!!!” Oh. My. Gawd. Seriously lady, she’s sharing, not STEALING. Crazy mom realizes Brinn is being sweet, and THEN smiles at me and tells me what a doll she is.

Right, 30 seconds ago she was a freaking kleptomaniac, wasn’t she?
People are nuts.

Here are pictures of the girls, and the bows are the best bows EVER!!!
BEST BOWS EVER! Shannon makes ALL of my bows, because she rocks!