Happy Birthday Barrett & Campbell!

My little girls turn 2 today. I'd like to say I got them some really cool gifts, but I spent all my money on Campbell's knee. ;) Speaking of Cami's knee, she had the TTA procedure a couple of weeks ago and has been recuperating at home. Bless her little heart, the poor thing has to stay off her feet for 3 months. Not an easy task for a two year old. She's feeling better, which is a good thing, however, it also makes her want to play. Barrett has been decent throughout this ordeal, but she's getting a little anxious to have her sister back to her old self.

Christmas was relatively quiet this year. Having to care for Campbell made it impossible to decorate, thus, no Christmas tree for us this year. John brought a tree home and put it into the tree stand, but it never made it into the house. The poor tree is still standing outside on our deck. We'll have to go overboard next year to make up for this year. Not that decorating matters, as no one ever sees our house anyway. We always go to John's sister's house on Christmas Eve, and Mom and Dad's house on Christmas Day. So our house goes unseen and all that work is for naught. Maybe next year I'll have a cocktail party. Or just cocktails. For me.

What's Wrong With My Hair?

As you may know, I've had issues with my lid in the past. I've had a difference of opinion with my color (Ronald McDonald red) and irritation with my layers (Farah Fawcett, anyone?). Need I even mention my bangs? Insubordinate whores.

Lately, though, my tresses have been on their best behaviour. They've been cooperating in the morning and on weekends as well. I'm my harshest critic, so when my lid turned out a dazzling performance just in time for a holiday party the other night, I was quite pleased with myself. So it was with confidence I entered the party; long, shiny brunette hair flowing over my shoulders and down my back. I even went as far as putting a pretty little clip in my hair, just to draw more attention to it.

I found a girlfriend (who shall remain nameless) near the bar and she immediately commented on my hair. I told her that I had recently switched hairstylists and was very pleased with her work. Nameless Friend and I bantered amicably about hair and salons while sipping Chardonnay. Nameless Friend said that she had been tired with her cut and switched to a new stylist as well. NF went on and on and on, about her new stylist and fabulous new cut. It was becoming clear that she was feeling the need to promote her stylist as superior to all. To me, her hair looked like a poodle with a bad case of epilepsy. But hey, whatever makes her happy. I complimented her on her new hairdresser, and expecting the same in return, she says, "You should keep her in mind."

Hey Nameless Friend....WTF?

Barrett? WTF?

It's been assumed in our home that Campbell is the bad girl. Any item that has been chewed has been attributed to her neurotic little self, including my fabulous brand new Victoria's Secret bra. Nothing like coming home after a hard day to find a new bra shredded and strewn about on the living room floor. I nearly beat Campbell yesterday. Barrett, on the other hand, has always been our darling angel who does absolutley no wrong.

If that is truly the case, and Barrett is our perfect little puppy, why did I get a call from day-care today explaining that they pulled a large section of a partially digested bra out of her ass?

I promise to make this up to you, Cami. You've gotten a raw deal. We had no idea Barrett was the bad seed.