The Baby IS Alive

Ok, so if Life would slow down at all, I might be able to update about our trip! We came home to a totally dead fridge! YAY! I guess this was fates way of paying us back for someone not puking during our vacation, although Jack had a migraine last night and emptied it like 3 times before finally falling asleep. Luckily, all 3 up-chuck events made it into some variety of waiting receptacle. In the meantime, I had about 15 different ice chests scattered throughout the kitchen/breakfast nook/dining room, so everytime someone needed a drink of milk, or an apple, or a Capri Sun......well, I had to put on my hip waders and dive in. By the end of the day, I felt like I was playing Memory with coolers instead of cards. So, guess what we did today after church? A trip to Lowes. To buy a fridge. A stupid fridge. Because we're disgustingly wealthy and have $1,500 to drop whenever we feel like it. Right after a vacation. And right before school clothes and supplies are around the corner. Yep! We're crazy like that.
Honestly, I couldn't tell you which brand we bought, but I do like it way more than the old box. It's very smart and well, it's cold. Which is a just an added bonus when you're me.

My GrandPinkiePop wants to take the kids tomorrow to the airport where he works to ride in a helicopter, but I have to go to Shawshank school tomorrow to see my new classroom and attempt to set some things up. I'm looking forward to getting back in the groove, and I can't WAIT to see some of my old students. It's crazy how much you miss the little armpits angels . Perhaps I'll wrap up at in my room early enough to make it to our appointed helicoptering. I'll be sure and take pics!

Speaking of babies who are alive (haha, you wondered what the title was about...right?), remember Baby Alive? Well, in 2006 she made a come back, complete with lots of cooing, burping, self-blinking eyes, wrinkling nose with sniffing sounds when she says "Uh-Oh, I made a POOP", and the excretory extravaganzas that you remember from childhood that looked like Baby had been eating something radioactive/nuclear.
Santa brought Sophy a Baby Alive this past Christmas, and I want to tell you right now. All joking aside. This doll is THE creepiest thing to ever wear a preemie diaper and suck a paci. Seriously. She SUCKS a paci. The manual encourages the "mommy/owner" to "give the doll her paci" in the event that she "won't stop crying." Yes. It happens. PinkieDaddy slammed a door earlier. Guess who woke up from her lloonngg beauty rest? Baby Alive. She cried for over 10 minutes. Sophy came and got me and said, "Mom. Is there something you can do to make her hush?" I had to rummage around in her crib for her PACI to stick in her MOUTH so she would SHUT UP! What then? She deep breathes like a phone sex operator. Know why? Because she CRIED FOR 10 MINUTES! It's insane. Insane! And I bought her. With money! I should've been saving for the fridge.