Update #1

Pretty much the first thing to note is that Alaina and Kayla have both had a birthday celebration in the last 2 months. I celebrated by making another doll cake, and while the cake was a little dark (CURSE YOU OVEN FROM THE 70s!) I added a package of fruit punch KoolAid to the buttercream frosting I made and it was Delicious! And might I add that fruit punch frosting is the perfect color for Sleeping Beauty's dress.

Pardon the dark hue, my flash was on the fritz as usual.

I must mention that it still irks me that Disney now puts Sleeping Beauty in a PINK dress when I durn well know that fairy Merriweather got the last laugh and made the dress blue in the movie.

Stupid Marketing executives . . . .must be the same people that got rid of the Betty Rubble vitamin in the Flinstones Vitamins because she looked too much like Wilma.



Alaina once again took swimming lessons this summer and moved up to the Eel class. I enjoyed watching her 'save' her teacher by nearly beaning her in the head with a flotation device and reeling her in like a fish.
We also dabbled in dance class. Alaina is taking a combo ballet, creative movement, and tap class and has really been enjoying it. Kayla had enjoyed watching mommy fill up the van with toys in my efforts to keep her entertained Monday - Wednesday while sister is in her classes. Thank goodness the summer is nearly over!

And do you remember Kitty? Well that's all we can do as Kitty decided on a lovely day in March that she no longer wanted to be a part of the household and left for parts unknown. We pretty much knew this day was coming, because she couldn't seem to shake her farm cat attitude and got a little feral if we denied her some 'outdoor playtime' every day.
And how about Pixie do you remember her? Well, Pixie was a little lonely after Kitty opted out, so we took a trip to the Humane Society to take advantage of their 'free adoption' in the month of June. After filling out a questionnaire on our family and preferences for pets we found our match in the first pet they brought out to meet us so everyone meet

Snickers!

I would like to mention that when you ask for the oldest cat they have at the Humane Society, you get a two year old cat (Ha!) And that 'free' adoption cost us $40 at the Humane Society, and another $40 at our vet because you are required to take them in for a checkup within THREE DAYS of bringing them home.

Snickers gets along well in our house, despite that fact that she has protested in a stinky style to the fact that we did not have a litter box on the main level of our house (boo, Snickers). But what else can you do but love a cat that lets your daughters yanks on its tail, cover it with blankets and pick it up and carry it around with out a single bite or scratch?

And I forgive you Snickers for dragging my knitting bag off with your teeth and trying to chew your way through to the yarn. . . .

Back from the land of Far Far Away

Any sane person knows that it's okay to tear up a little at sad movies, only a person made of stone wouldn't tear up at a Nicolas Sparks movie, but I finally decided that bawling while watching "Interview with the Vampire" might just not be healthy, so I dragged myself down to the doctor for a visit.

Listing my symptoms was fun, because how do you explain that you've been having them for 10 months, but they never seemed bad enough to warrant a trip to the doctor?
I used fancy words and phrases like 'listlessness, trouble focusing and prone to crying at pretty much everything" because how else do you gloss over the fact that you feel depressed, but not depressed enough to say "I'm feeling depressed."
So after a brief discussion that referenced B12 replacement, anti-anxiety drugs, anti-depression drugs, and thyroid tests, my lovely doctor and I decided to try changing my birth control pills first to see if that might help. Why that first you ask? Did I not mention that I've been breaking out so bad that I feel like a 17 year old before prom?
So she checked my current pill.

and then she had to go get a reference manual because she didn't recall exactly what hormones were in my current pill off the top of her head.

And then she had to call the help line because she couldn't find my pill listed in her thick book.

And THEN she came back and APOLOGIZED.
Because apparently I've been on a pill designed for women who are nursing and typically isn't effective for regular women.

Instead of being pissed, I'm just hoping that in 3 weeks I don't look like an ad for ProActive anymore and can watch the local news without crying.
And while I try to compose something witty for my next post, I welcome y'all back with a few pics of my lovely ladies.

Happy Birthday to US!

Its been 30 years, and you are still cooler than me . . .when's it my turn? : )

Denver trip pics

Girls (fancy) night out!

Tonight Alaina and I got all dolled up and headed to a fashion show at a local church in town that we read about over in Mindee's blog. (See my list of a few blogs? See Mindee's name? Click there for a great blog!)

And when your daughter is 4 the only way to get all dolled up is Fancy Nancy style.

I even went and bought us some cute bobby pins with colorful hair attached. Check out Alaina's rocking curls . . . .

Oh and did you notice the spectacular bling around her neck? That's what I'm going to call my birthday present for myself. There were a few vendor at the show selling jewelry and I couldn't resist.

Sigh.... Isn't it pretty?


Isn't SHE pretty? She's blowing me a pretty kiss, too.

And check out the muffin that we got as intermission treats. We were singing the Aardvark intermission song while we ate.

And then I got to meet Mindee!!! I felt a little stalker-ish, but I flagged her down in a casual manner versus jumping up and down, waving my arms and screaming . . .

MINDEE! OVER HERE I'M LIKE YOUR BIGGEST FAN!

Not that I'd embarrass my daughter like that until she's at least 13 and can be mortified. But the thought did cross my mind.

A good time was had by all.

A typical weeknight at the Brenneman household . . .

Well . . .

After being sick and having 2 snow days this week, I feel like I don't have much to write about here.

So I'll break out the pictures!!!


Any night of the week you could come to the Brenneman House and find the Brenneman girls . . ..

Walking their sister

Getting tatoos
(and doing Wondertwin impressions)



Putting on their bling

Rockin' and readin'

Playing hide and seek in our new furniture

Playing with stamps (Look REALLY CLOSE at her forehead . . .)

Playing with Dolls

Putting on makeup

Watching it snow outside

But we always end with reading a bedtime story.

Blech. . .

For the third day in a row, I'm home sick. I don't care for this at all, but at least today I can rest peacefully.

Snow days for school and sick days for mommy do not mix especially when daddy is on second shift. No rest for the weary.

I've taken a hot shower, pumped myself full of meds, and eaten as much as possible to send myself into hybernation.

But now all I can think about is all the things that I could putter around the house and get done. Boo for thinking I should be constructive with my day off even if I feel like I'm on my deathbed.

Anyone want to brave the snowy, icky streets to come do my dishes and vacuum?