I’ve been a busy little bee online Christmas shopping.  Or shall I call it Christmas scouting?  Looking for potential gifts.  Can I just say, I live for this time of the year!  I have a mile long bookmark list called “products” to which I add anything I see that is really cool and I don’t want to forget.  Then there are wishlists everywhere that I add cool toys or games to when I find them.  This first one, I think is super cool.

Check out the Sprig vehicles.  Battery free.  Made of recycled, environmentally friendly materials.  But just because it is battery free doesn’t mean it doesn’t make noise!  When it is rolled, a generator is activated to power up lights, sound, and even stories on the Discover Rig.  Interchangeable drivers from different countries all have a different story to tell.

Remember these?  The cardboard blocks that your dad could stand on?

I love little whimsical things like these.  This Zolo set comes with a spinning board to make a game out of creating crazy creatures.  I love the bright colors and funky looking pieces.

Using Val’s blog terminology, how’s that for a fluff post?   I got nothin.

I guess I could tell you about Old Blue.  My possessed car.  She’s a skippin ‘like a school girl’ as Scott put it.  He changed the spark plug wires (again) yesterday just to make sure we didn’t have a bad wire.  It is suddenly not skipping as bad.  But still skipping none-the-less.  This morning the accelerator got temporarily stuck.  That was fun.  I didn’t hit you!  My car did, I swear!  It is a old Ford.  My dad says that stands for fix or repair daily.  Several weeks ago, I developed a small oil leak.  Mother Earth, please forgive me.  It leaked three quarts in three miles!  Some tiny little sending unit gasket broke and well, we’re just lucky it didn’t lock up the engine.  Scott fixed it, and said, well it really sounds good!  I told him, yeah, til the next thing craps out.  I kid you not, the very next day, the air conditioning died on me.

Other than that, we’re pretty quiet over here.  I considered being snooty (and by snooty, I probably mean childish) to some daycare lady this morning.  We had just arrived at the park, and they brought the kids out to play (it was a church playground, not a park really, I know she was right, but still).  She asked us to leave, but not before trying to recruit us.  She asked how old Caleb was, and when she heard the answer, she said “Well why isn’t he in school?” as if I was breaking some law.  I almost blurted out “because we plan to homeschool” but I instead walked away and left Scott to converse with her.  I know, I know, get prepared, because the older he gets, the more I will hear “why aren’t you at school?”  It was just her tone.  Kind of like the lady sitting on a bench outside the grocery store last night.

“You look tired.”

A polite way of telling me I look like shit.  ”Well you could use a bath yourself.”  Good thing that was in my head.  I just smiled and cursed at her in my head and carried on with my non stop talking kid, my purse, my cloth grocery bags and a toilet slung over my shoulder.  Mental image right?  Looks like I’m moving in to the grocery store, I have so much stuff.  Just wait til I pull out the shopping cart cover.

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I have this obsession with big comfy hooded sweatshirts.  Shhhh.  Don’t tell Clinton and Stacy.  Actually on second though, maybe you should.  Anyway, I laughed out loud when I saw this shirt, I absolutely love it!

I love it too, where can I get it?
Proceed with caution, I have spent the better part of my day reading all the archived cartoons!  But no worries, because I’ve saved my favorites, and I’ll probably be posting several of them.

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Since I have joined the 21st century in using a rss reader recently, I have saved/bookmarked at least forty photography blogs, a mix between wedding and children’s photography.  I’ve found some absolutely incredible photographers, cough, Jessica Claire, Jasmine Star, & Becker, cough cough.  And I just hang around studying and try to soak up a bit of their knowledge.  I haven’t really ever explored backlighting at all, but it was one of the subjects I read about recently, so I thought I’d give it a try.

For some reason, he just looks so tiny here.

I’ve shot about 4GB of pictures in the last 36 hours.  I find myself thinking about that book I read throughout the day, as if to go back over everything in my head, thinking of how I could put this technique to use, or how I could try that.  To make matters worse, I just learned tonight that a new Canon 5D Mark II is being released in November.  Someone get a drool cloth.  I need this camera.  Therefore, I need some serious cash.

Now if I could just win this, I would still be a photographer.  A very well equipped photographer indeed.  That’s 89 cash.  Just in case you’re wondering.  Eighty nine million dollars.

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Okay, let me preface this with a little explaination.  We are not a big sports family.  I have never really been into sports, and Scott could flat out care less.  Football, basketball, baseball.  None of it.  The only thing remotely close that we enjoy is Monster Jam!  So, I was really bummed when Caleb grew out of his 18mo clothes and I discovered that it is very hard to find cute clothes for little boys!  Why is that?  Girls get all the cute designs and boys get sports and sports.  Sometimes you can find some vehicle stuff, which obviously in this case, is appropriate.  But since I’m anal, it has to be cute vehicle stuff.  Bottom line, I’m picky.  I usually stick to cutesy stuff or just stripes and such.  But I loooove things with animals on them, I have always been drawn to Carters things, so it should come as no surprise to me that the pajamas I found today is the Carter’s line, Child of Mine sold at Walmart.

Look how cute though!

“D is for Digger” & “Good night sleep tight” (footed pajamas)

They have several others that were pretty cute too, I just picked four favorites.  They had some cute blue and chocolate (love the chocolate color!) racoon ones but I couldn’t find his size.  I’m so excited!  If only I got this excited about my clothes…

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Yesterday I got up at 7:00am (early for me) so I could get showered, lunch packed, Caleb up and dressed and out the door to the pediatrician.  I forgot to move my alarm up an hour last night, so it went off at 7:00 again this morning.  I snoozed it and then thought “Ooo goodie, a bonus hour!”  But I needed to reset my alarm so that we didn’t all oversleep and Caleb didn’t wake up wet.  I looked at my clock, pressed down the button, saw that it now said 8:00, and was satisfied that I had done it correctly and turned the alarm back on.  I woke up at 7:45 (luckily) and realized that not only had I turned the alarm off, but it still read 7:00 and the clock read 8:45.  I need this alarm clock:

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…we stop trying to outdo each other and work together?

“Yes! YES! They do have too much time on their hands!!”

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Any guesses what I’m packin’ in my stylish new bag?  If you’ve seen it already know, please keep quiet for a bit and let’s see if anyone else can guess what I’ve stowed away.

I’ll update this post after a few guesses.

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Amber had the closest guess.  That’s right, I’m packin’ a toilet!

I ordered a toilet in a bag from Walmart.com and had it shipped site to store. What? Don’t laugh. I think it’s quite the fashionable toilet, as far as purse potties go.

So back story, we were in Walmart a few weeks ago and Caleb did the grab-the-crotch-I-gotta-go signal.  (That’s normal with boys right?  Yeah, sure, of course.  Hmmm.)  So we headed into the bathroom and it was taking forever to…get things goin’.   Apparently the toilet got impatient and the damn automatic flusher flushed on the kid. I’m sure you can imagine the sheer terror on his face. To make matters worse, he was sitting backwards on the pot, so he was looking right down into the jaws of life as it tried to suck him in. Needless to say, he’s terrified of the automatic flushers now and he vowed to cross his legs through the rest of the store and the whole way home that day.  Now I have a solution, hopefully this will last until the fear has subsided.  I’m pretty impressed though.  It just uses 4 gallon trash bags with an absorbant pad in the bottom.

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He still loves this, and so do I.  If you have a kid that is just all into this, may I point you toward the Haba marble accessories, they have all sorts of different and super cool pieces.

Caleb said, “Dis is so tall, it is even taller than de Awful Tower!”

Where is the Awful Tower you ask?  Why in France of course.  He took me into the hallway and had me pick him up to get the Awful Tower off the map and bring it in for a comparison.  It was indeed at least five times taller.

Oh and just an FYI, this picture of the Eiffel Tower came off my memory card titled IMG0001.  Do you know what that means?  It means I have taken 10,000 pictures with this camera.  Although an am surprised to say Nate beat me by over a year.  He took 10,000 photos in eight months.  I must say, I’m quite impressed.  And I thought I took a lot of pictures!

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I’m going to venture to say we did our share of home learning today. Caleb had a blast getting this on the wall. This is another one of those things I’ve been watching for over a year. I saw it go on sale around Christmas last year, and I’ve been checking on it frequently ever since. Finally, I got impatient and emailed FAO Schwarz to see when and if it might go on sale again. By some ironic stroke of luck, a representative emailed me back the very next day to let me know that it was the sale of the week, and was indeed $75 off again. When I headed over to the website to order, it said it was out of stock! I was absolutely crushed, but I decided to give the store a try. They had plenty available and were happy to send it to me. I dream of going there. It seems like it would be so cool.

The pictures definitely don’t do this map justice, but it is in the hallway, so it is hard to photograph.  We were working our way across, so Asia and Australia were not completed yet.

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Oh yes. Pink tools. In a pink purse. Everything has its own little place. Perfection. It actually screamed at me from the shelf. I didn’t know that a grocery cart could squeal tires coming to a stop.

What’s included, as you’ll see, there are very few pieces that aren’t pink.

And it even comes in this state of perfection. The only thing that has to be unwrapped is the eye protection. Everything else is already in place. If you’re a travelin’ girl, it also has a shoulder strap.

The only additional thing you’ll have to purchase is a padlock. But maybe the thought of using pink tools will ward off Mr. Fix-it. Because these clearly belong to Mrs. Fix-it. ;)

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