A Bunch of Nothing...and Other Random Thoughts

I have to admit that I'm NOT an organzied person...in any area of my life. That doesn't mean that I live my life in a constant state of choas (even though it sometimes feels like it), it just means that I'm living in the moment! I have very random thoughts and taste in things. I think my iPod is a prime example, right now The Police are playing, but I'm pretty sure that the Spice Girls are next and after that is the Royal Philharmonic and then the Bee Gees. So you get my point--random. I've been rather proud of myself for most of my blogs have generally stayed on one course of thought. But today that ends...and you can see how my mind really works. Stay with me on this one, we will jump from topic to topic...

Last night when I was putting Baby Lam to sleep Weather Man was ironing his outfit for the kick off of the big Ridge Run golf tournament that he's playing in. Never did I think it would be so hard to match a pair of shorts and a golf shirt. But seriously, I think he must've come in and said "does this go together" at least 20 times. I'm not kidding...AT LEAST 20 times. Finally I said "just wear khaki shorts and your white shirt." That's not what he's wearing today. I never knew my husband was so fashionably challenged. I secretly think I knew, but wasn't quite ready to admit it. Last night was like an addict sitting in a jail cell after getting busted, sitting there thinking "I think we have a problem."

Hmmm...what's going on here? She's a fox, huh? All you other babies at the pool better just get your floaties and move on out--hottie is in town! Our neighbor got this baby bikini for Baby Lam. Put it on her and took a photo as proof that she actually had it on, then took it off. I look at this photo and just want to say "you go girl, be proud of those thighs!" Do I detect somewhat of a baby six pack in that photo? I'm not sure how that is happening since she's got a Buddah belly like no ones business. Goodness I love that baby!

Can I tell you how much I love the store Trippets! (for those of you not in Tulsa, it's a shoe store--mainly children's shoes but also they carry dance attire). I love to stand in the dance section where all the tiny (and not so tiny) leotards and ballet skirts are. I stand there daydreaming of Katie's journey through ballet and how I will present her with a dozen beautiful pink roses after her premier performance with the New York City ballet. And how it will all have started right here Trippets. "Can I help you? Is there something you're looking for?" Oh--I'm snapped out of my dream--"yes, I need a pink ballet skirt in size 4/5, because my daughter was promoted and wears a pink leotard now." The sweet lady just smiles, knowing that Katie probably won't ever be in the New York City ballet, but gives me a confident "you've come to the right place" like buying this tiny pink crepe skirt at Trippets is as good as buying a ticket to New York. I also love that place because they remember me and my kids and their names! (Something I can't do most days). And one more reason I love that store--the smell--I love the smell of new shoes (let me reemphasize...NEW shoes, not shoes in general).

Here we are at the beginning of our journey to the New York City ballet....

Our first ballet recital

And a photo I took of Katie dancing at home...she's always twirling or dancing, and usually she has to be in full costume.

And here's a little something to keep you intrigued...I'll blog on this maybe tomorrow. It's our new philosophy on potty training....

Can I get in trouble for putting something like that on the internet? Dang it's cute, though!