America's Trezured Dolls

Are you as excited as I am that "Toddlers and Tiaras" has returned? Am I the only one that gets horrible, morbid pleasure out of this show? It's so funny how delusional these women are (the mothers, of course. I do not blame their 3 and 4 yr old kids) . But you can see that the delusion started a long time ago. Like at the birth of their children. When they choose the name they will carry through life, they think, "what name can I give my child that makes it clear their mother was totally nutso?"

And they sure do deliver! Here is a partial list of names that I have written down after watching a few episodes:

Aniston
Bayleigh
Meadow
Addison (Isn't that a disease?)
Kaleigha (pronounced kind of like Kaluha, the alcoholic drink)
Jadyn
Makayla
Kayleigh
marleigh
Story
Jaigen
Makensie
Mckinley (The mom missed the boat on this one. Should've spelled it "Mckinleigh")
Kragen
Lexcia
Teeghan

Please tell me which trait do you think is the craziest:

1) Substituting a "y" for the vowel a, or i, or e for that matter! It is the most abused "almost vowel" out there!
2) Adding "leigh" to the middle or end of a name. And spelling it that way so it's "extra special"
3) A completely made up name that anyone would think is crazy.

Let me know what you think is the worst offense.

Oh, and I forgot to explain the name of this post, "America's Trezured Dolls" is actually the name of one of the pageants that is featured on the show. So, it's not just the mothers of these kids that are crazy. The pageant directors seem to be off their rocker too. Like having an "80's" theme to a pageant seems ridiculous, especially since most of these girls were born LONG after the year 2000. (most were born in 2005 or sooner). And most of the mothers were probably only 2 or 3 during the 80's! Oh, this show is just a hot mess of loveliness all around. No wonder I love it so much!

Don't forget to watch Toddlers and Tiaras! Only on TLC!!

Held Hostage

So Bibbers has this new thing that she likes to do She holds me hostage by locking me out of the house and then demands a ransom to be let back in. The ransom thing is really my fault. Let me esplain.

So a few weeks ago, I had to take Raya down to go pee in the rain. If you will remember, Raya turns into a PRINCESS when it rains. The snow she deals with. But rain? OHHHHH. She'll pace by the door whining, nearly wetting herself because she doesn't want to get wet. She won't go out in the rain unless you walk by her side coaxing her the whole way. And then she goes and basically finds the part of the grass that is under the roof overhang and pees there as fast as possible so she can get back up in the dry part of the house. Like I said, princess.

So I had to walk her down. And I didn't worry about leaving Bibi alone in the house because Marcelo was in the back bedroom dozing before his soccer game. WEEEEELLLLL. Bibi decides to lock me out (with no jacket and no bra on, in the freezing hail/sleet/rain) and then LAUGH at me as I beg her to open the door. Seriously, I begged her for a full 3 minutes! I rang the doorbell. I knocked on the door. I pulled on the handle. I tried to use Raya as bait and pretend to have Raya open the door. But she just looked at me and LAUGHED OUT LOUD in a pretty clear mocking tone. And then she decided she wanted to go back and get on the computer and she was going to leave me there. (Marcelo was of course useless. He stayed comatose on the bed through the whole ordeal)

I finally got her to open the door by telling her I would give her a fruit snack pouch if she did it. Bribery,pure and simple. Well now, she has taken to "tricking" me to go outside for some reason or another and then she locks me out demanding I give her a fruit snack or a piece of gum to be let back in. Sometimes when we go down and are walking in the park, she will tell me to wait (she actually says "es-pay-ya, mami" which is pretty close to "espera") and then she will run up ahead of me and lock me out of the house.

So, as you can see, the ransom idea was mine. All due to that first situation where I was bra-less and desperate to get inside. Now she thinks that the best way to get a fruit snack is to kidnap mom for it. What a little turd.

I love her so much.

Here is a picture of her in her favorite outfit. I actually bury these close in the BOTTOM of the hamper, next to stinky towels and pairs of pee underwear. But she has a 6th sense about where they are and can find them no matter where I have put them. The good thing is that the moment they are clean, she puts them on, and they are usually dirty within the first 2 days. So then they go in the hamper and I don't have to deal with them until the next wash day.















And here is Bibi in a side hat. We took this camera with us on vacation when we left her behind and we would see it as we were flipping through our pictures and get sad just looking at it.
















I need to post about our vacation, but I don't think anyone really cares about what we did each day in Hawaii. So maybe I'll just post a few pictures and some stories. Because oh, do I have the stories!