Serial Sock Slayer and Potential Pant Punisher Apprehended and Caught

The Baby apparel community, especially the sock population, let loose a huge collective sigh of relief today as knit-wear authorities announced the successful incarceration of the Serial Sock Slayer that has been terrorizing the community. Nearly 3 months ago, in the M&M household, a decidedly disturbing pattern was being discovered.

 Polka, shown here, is alleged to be victim number 3.

"There was a marked decline in the sock population. It started slow." said Mike A. "We didn't think anything of it really. I mean it happens all the time. They go to the laundry club, one of them gets too high on fabric softener, and suddenly they disappear. Their kind are prone to such shenanigans. but they eventually show-up again sober and a bit worse for the wear."

As reported earlier, the Sock Slayer was color blind. This mixed-colored sock had been severely jumped on before meeting its untimely demise.

It wasn't until they began to notice an increase in disappearances and the discovery of sock lint in odd places that they became concerned nearly a month and a half later. Even more disturbing, they began finding a trail of savaged socks. they knew something was up, but couldn't quite figure out what.

"Suddenly, we were picking up some survivors and helping in their recovery. They were terrified, traumatized, any attempt to suss out information cause them to roll up into a ball and jump in the nearest sock drawer." recalls Mike B. "We had to notify the authorities."

The authorities, not wanting to cause a panic, took their complaint and kept quite. Their initial report was of a sock suicide as had been reported last week. The couple began to document the incidents. Although some would think this moribund, they felt that maybe through documentation, they could find a real pattern that would help the knit-wear authorities track down this brutal beast.

Choking back tears, Mike A. said; "It was awful, sometimes, just too painful to photograph. But we kept it up, we knew we were zeroing in."

One of the more traumatic photos Mike A. shot was of this double slaying.

Finally, the break came one day that soon turned their world upside down. It was a realization and discovery no parent should ever have to make. It was their daughter, Rose Avani.

"A nightmare." recalls Mike A., "One minute I was feeding Rose, I turned my back to get a burp cloth when I heard a barely audible squeal. Then very softly there was a swooshing sound and a soft splat. I turned quickly to see what was going on and I saw it...I'm sorry, this is too painful..."

What Mike A saw was the naked foot of his daughter Rose. On the floor, in front of him, under her stroller...a sock! He was horrified, he stared at his daughter in disbelief. "She giggled" said Mike B., "as sweet and as innocent as anything, no hint on her face of what she had just done. It was spooky."

Evidence or coincidence? M&M were about to find out.

Of course, seeing as how neither of them saw their daughter actually in the act, they could not prove anything. So, with the help of the knit-wear authorities, they set-up a sting to catch their daughter in the act.

"It was one of the most difficult things we've ever done." Said Mike B. "We knew if we caught her, we'd have to turn her in. She's our baby! How could we possible turn in such sweetness?" But they knew they had to do the right thing. More importantly, they were worried her savage behavior might lead her sister Eva to a similar life of apparel brutality. That would have just been too much for them to bare.

A few weeks later, success, the sting worked. but sadly, not before she had moved on to larger items. Shortly after the sting and before the authorities could apprehend her, the couple discovered two pair of pummeled and punished pants. One pair was found in Ms. Rose Avani's playpen, the other holding on to her stroller for dear life. Both were immediately taken in for treatment and recovery. And although their physical wounds have been washed away, the lingering psychological trauma will take years to recover from.

Luckily, this was only the second pant victim as Rose was caught before she could strike again.

Because this was Ms. Rose Avani's first offense, her sentence will be lenient despite calls from the Baby Apparel Community and Sock population asking she be relegated to only diapers until she reached 2. Authorites believe with the right counseling and monitoring, Ms. Rose Avani will be properly rehabed into a respectful and contributing member of society.

I promise I'll be good...no really, I will!

As Mike A stated at her trial "So she savaged and slayed some socks, she's a baby. Besides, her sister has done worse. I mean, she's blown out her onesies. How is this any better than savaging her socks?"

"Yeah, I blew-out that Onsie...it was asking for it!"

The Onsie's representative had no comment to this statement, but an anonymous Onsie stated "Such savage actions cannot compare to the occasional kinky nature of onsies."

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I'm a lady Baba...I most certainly DID NOT fart!

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This Pen can't hold me for long! I WILL escape!

Savage Serial Sock Slayer on the Loose

The Baby apparel community is terrified and has been on high alert for several months now. A sock suicide was initially reported by the knit-wear authorities as the cause of death just over two months ago. It was relabeled as a random act of sock slaying a few weeks after the slain sock's match protested and threatened legal action claiming Knit-wear authorities were involved in a cover-up and misleading the community. Shortly after, reports started coming in of more "random" sock slayings leading authorities to now confess their fear that a savage serial sock slayer is on the loose at the M&M household. The "random" act is no longer random.

The above photo, obtained from the M&M household, shows what is believed to be the first victim. Initially ruled a suicide on account the sock looked like it hung itself. 

Knit-wear authorities have been very tight stitched about what they know. Thus far, more than 6 socks have reportedly been found. Most have been found without their match, a crippling blow to the sock population as most know a mismatched sock is virtually worthless. What is truly vexing authorities is that there is no real discernable pattern. It does not seem to matter the style, color, or material, the victims have been all inclusive. Plain knit-whites to frilly embroidered butterflies on the hem, the slayer is equally as savage. The last reported victim was a Halloween sock...decorative theme socks are especially hit hard when their match is lost.

Although initially it was thought the perp's pattern revolved around cribs and pens, a source states this is not the case. Victims have been found hanging from toys, in strollers, and as far away as Granny's house. This has made catching the perp(or perps) even more difficult. Knit-wear authorities have been hard pressed to come up with a plan and are under a great deal of pressure by the baby apparel community, especially the sock population. The fear being the perp will grow bolder and move beyond socks to pants, or, worst of all, onesies!

Knit-wear authorities are hard at work trying to discern a pattern. It has been rumoured that a covert sting operation is being put into place to catch the perp. Details are sewn shut as they don't want to tip off the perp(s). So for now, the baby apparel community lives in fear, ever vigilant and hoping for the perp to be caught soon. The sock population, in the meantime, has been advised to stay in their drawers and come out only if absolutely needed. Additionally, they are advised, if out, to stay undercover of shoes. While not fool-proof, the offer the next best form of protection.

Malaise

Staring off into space, my mind wanders. There seems to be no real path, rhyme, reason, it's on a journey of white noise. As my eyes begin to glaze and droop...the cat wheezes startling me as I think it's one of the girls squeaking in her crib. Damn cat.

This week has been tough, huge workload, I got a cold, the girls got a cold, Aunty Shell got a cold (on account of Rose sneezing directly in her face!), and Mike B. now has a cold. Between the work and the cold, this week has been exhausting and hectic.  Today was especially difficult as the girls had had enough with Aunty Shell this week and really just wanted Baba and Daddy to comfort them. I knocked off early and came upstairs to do their bidding. Spoiled? Probably, but then you look into their pleading eyes and your heart just melts.

So for now, I'm going to enjoy this moment of quite time where I can let my brain drift off...although I may need to kick the cat is she starts wheezing again. The girls are down for the night, Mike B. is asleep with the aid of Nyquil, and my yawns are getting bigger and more frequent. Since I'll need to be up by 6 again (when do I get to sleep in again?), I should just post this bit of wandering and go to bed.

To all you IP's out there...this is your life on kids...hope you're ready!

Blog Bashing Bandits and Beasties

For every new blog I discover and add to our blog role about their journey to become parents, or parent, through surrogacy in India, a shiver of excitement and distress goes down my spine. These persons are about to embark on an exceptionally exciting and tumultuous minefield of a journey. For some, the end of the journey will be filled with overwhelming joy and satisfaction. To others, the journey will end in heart break. And yet to others, the journey will end in heart break and determination as they begin anew in hopes this next time will end in joy.

For all these people, a prayer is sent out, baby dust is blown their way, and we follow along their journey sharing vicariously their ultimate highs and desperate lows. We post comments of encouragement, congratulations, advice, and sometimes sympathy and comfort. Mike and I are well aware of what this journey brings. We were blessed and lucky that ours ended in overwhelming joy with the birth of our two beautiful daughters.

Lately, however, I have noticed a disturbing trend in the Indian surrogacy blogosphere. Blog Bashing bandits and beasties who are Indian surrogacy client psychofants! No, this is not a typo. Yes, I meant "psychofant." Per the urban dictionary:

psychofant
Combination of Psycho-people who gather like sycophants who act infantile...tend to be annoying, immature, shallow, ignorant, pathological, minions who move in packs, herds, posses around their target....they are attracted to the strength of character of their target then attack the target jealously because they lack this inner strength..tend to find them on message boards...they tend to be the ones whose medicinal doses need to be increased or they are self medicating.

They posted adnausem like psychofants after she pointed out the lack of logics in their argument.

Mostly, these people's agenda is to simply sing the praises of their clinic over all others and bash anyone who chooses another clinic or service over theirs. These bandits and beasties will attack you viciously if you disagree with them. Often they cite instances or cases that are half-truths or propoganda. Moreover, these people often attack people without knowing their full story. They make judgement calls when they themselves have no right to judge.

Sometimes these bandits and beasties are persons who are bitter and angry for one reason or another and so feel they must take out their aggression on other peoples blogs and feelings. They mask themselves through anonymous postings and justify their cowardice by a self-serving sense of "higher-than-thou" perceived personal morality.

But mostly, from what I have been reading, these people consist of the former form of psychofant actively engaged in a "our clinic is better than your clinic" dialogue. Mike and I have stayed out of the fray. But when I started reading a new blog I added to our blog roll and the comments that hijacked his blog, I thought, enough is enough.

So I'm going let you in on a little secret...

All of you fuckheads are wrong because the best clinic in India is Rotunda.

Now, let me further annoy you fuckheads by saying OF COURSE Rotunda is the best clinic out there because we have two beautiful daughters to prove it.

And finally, to really confuse the Hell out of you fuckheads, let me state for the record that if we had two beautiful daughters through Surrogacy India, Phoenix, or any other clinic out their, then they would now be THE BEST CLINIC IN INDIA!

The point is this...it does not matter what clinic or service you choose. There are equally as many success stories as there are horror stories. Not one clinic is untarnished in this brave new world. Rotunda has it's naysayers and angry dissatisfied clients. I myself have voiced my disappointments with them and where I think they fall down. But they also have many happy overjoyed clients such as Mike and I, M & D, F & L, T & R, Etc.. The same goes for just about all of the clinics with the exception of the newcomers to the playing field who don't haven't had enough time in the field yet.

This journey is a minefield of emotions. You never know if the next mine you step on will blow-up with happy dust or leave you full of debilitating emotional shrapnel. All of us along this journey only want one thing...a child to love and raise. Many of us have chosen to traverse this mine laden journey because we were left with little to no alternative and this is our last desperate hope. So to what purpose does it serve to bash a persons blog, leave hurtful comments, or to attempt to hijack a blog for your own personal vendetta? Not to mention the attacks on other bloggers without knowing the full-story? And by the way, please don't send me e-mails wrapped in a thinly veiled attempt at being magnanimous or helpful when all you're really doing is being unkind and grinding an axe. Seriously, I don't appreciate it or have time for such stupidity.

So to all that engage in this kind of behaviour...Cut it out.

The surrogacy in India community is small. Aside from sensationalists headlines and news casts, most people don't know a damn thing about what we all go through or are about to go through. Support, encouragement, consolement, constructive advice, that is what many going through this journey most need. This isn't to say that everything should always be puppy dogs and fuzzy bunnies. That would be just too damned boring and saccharine...and I happen to like rabbit for dinner (SHHHH! Don't tell the girls!) I also don't believe we should sensor our blogs. Many of us use our blog as a means to vent, to rant, to scream at the unfairness of the world and get out our pain. The fact that a blogger is allowing you to read about their personal side is a privilege. So if you comment and your privilege gets revoked, e.g. deleted, deal with it. Fair or unfair, it's not your blog.

I don't expect us all to hold hands and sing Cumbaya...We don't all get along or see eye to eye. It's a part of life. Hell, I don't even see eye to eye with my identical twin brother. But I respect him and vice versa.

To all of you with forked tongues, use your venom for good and bite the butt-heads that really deserve it. Or at least don't get upset when your comment(s) gets deleted...not your blog.

Baby Bounce, Bonk, and Boing...

A little over a month ago, I had left a flippant comment on the Those Two Daddies blog in regard to them constantly being hit up by commercial interests. I had said if it meant slapping a logo on the girls behind to pay for college, I'd do it...lol. Little did I realize such a comment would come to fruition. Mike and I were able to negotiate a multi-million dollar product endorsement contract with a big toy company!

NOT! Nice pipe dream, but alas, our 15 minutes came and went with the Wall Street Journal and no call from Oprah. On the flip side, no crazies either which is even better. Well, except the crazies that leave the standard vitriolic rhetoric in the comments section of the WSJ online edition. But I digress.

About a week after the comment, we were contacted by a representative from AllModernBaby.com about hosting a contest or doing a product review. Being modern aesthetically inclined, we thought COOL and so opted for a product review. The hosting a contest was a little TOO commercial for us. Now the review is for something small, e.g., we got to pick any product from the site under $100. This was a challenge considering the site has some really cool stuff for avid Modernist like Mike and I, but all the stuff we really drooled over like Eva cutting another tooth was WAY beyond that $100 mark. The other challenge was to find something that we could use now and in a long term capacity so we could actually have an honest review. We eventually found something that would work for us and was ultimately practical for the girls. So here's the Set-up...

As babies get older, they move. Crawl, sit-up, stand, and inevitably, fall, crash, stumble, slip, bounce, bonk and boing.

The girls, now past 6 months, have begun this progression. Both girls can nearly sit-up on their own and stay sitting for extended periods of time...until you hear one of us yell "TIMBER!" and down they go. Bonk! Depending on the baby, you get either a wail or a grunt. Rose wails, Eva grunts, unless she hits the wood floor or something equally as hard and then she'll wail. So from Colicky screaming babies to BONK! Wailing babies in what feels like light speed!

We knew eventually that we'd need to get something more substantial than the area rug we have in Eva's room. Eva's room has been designated the play room as it has more space. The rug is great and fits our sense of style, but we didn't expect to have to get something so fast! It's exciting and WAAAAY scary!

Our neighbor had these cute little foam tiles with ABCs on them for their daughters play area. I had been eyeing them for a while and whenever I was in Home Depot, I'd go look and see if they had anything more than just the trite ABC's. No such luck. I had pretty much resigned myself to buying something that was practical but not 100% what I was looking for aesthetically.

At this time, we had still not decided what to review at Allmodernbaby.com. Then, when I went to the website again to just hunker down and choose something, TA DA, a set of foam tiles happened to be featured on the site called the Skip Hop foam tiles! Serendipity! Better yet, they were cool! Please see blatant product shot below.

The cool thing is that the tiles came in three color sets. Multi-colored, blue, and pink.We went with the multicolored version as that would fit best in Eva's Room. So we sent off the request to the representative and within a few days received the tiles...fast shipping! It took me about a week before I got to putting the tiles down. One of those rare moments I had some free time.

They go together like a puzzle, same as the ABC tiles. Very easy to put down and fun to figure out what sequence I wanted the colors in. They look absolutely FABULOUS in Eva's room. They fit right in and add a real nice playfulness to the room.

Stop pointing the camera at me and come play!

We have had them down for just under a month now and I have to say we LOVE them. The girls LOVE them. They are soft and I have had several baby bonks with nothing more than a squeak and a giggle. Moreover, they feel great on Daddy's and my feet, and, the best part, when one of our little angels decides to spit up something, I can just wipe it up or take the tile out completely and wipe it off. The area rug wasn't so good that way.

One of the other pros that I had not been expecting, they are silent when you walk on them. This allows me to check on Eva without the squeak or thud of my feet which can sometimes wake her up. The nannies and Granny have also given the tiles a big thumbs up. The one thing I do advise, put down one of those rubber grippy thing you get for your regular area rugs. the tile will slide on smooth surfaces. We just recycled the grippy we had for the area rug.

Now comparatively, the standard ABC tiles are cheaper and probably just as good. However, being an elitist designer, even had I not gotten the tiles in trade for a review, I would have bought them anyway. We all need a little treat every now and then. Considering there are very few things in Eva's or Rose's room that we're not re-purposed or gotten via the real cheap, this was a nice change. Mike B. is thinking about getting the Pink set for Rose's room.

Look Baba, I color coordinate!

Yes, we're just fabulous!

Bonk Test...Not even a Squeak!

For those of you looking for interesting and cool "modern" stuff for yourself, like Vitra, or nursery decor, AllModernBaby.com has quite a lot and their price points vary from under $20US to a heck of a lot more if you go for the real high-end items. They still have several items that we hope to purchase once the girls are older. I'm totally in love with the Wheely Bug ride toys...

But for now, we're quite happy with the tiles. You can also link to their sister stores and sites which have a wealth of cool stuff for the modern and traditionally minded.

BUY STUFF OR THE TOYS GET IT!

Our thanks to Jamie of AllModernBaby.com for giving us the opportunity to review the tiles and better yet, get to keep them! Again, we LOVE them.

Now...we need a new "family" vehicle...are you reading this Toyota?

Snot-nosed, booger Lipped Little Cretin...or Cretins

The past two and a half weeks have been Holy Heck. It started when Rose cut a fever of 100.6, which then escalated to 100.8 and a call to the doctor was made. Saturday morning I took Rose in to see the Doc. She had the beginning of an ear infection and had a head cold. For an adult or older child, this is not a big thing. For a baby just 6 months and change, this is cause for caution.

The Doc prescribed an antibiotic to clear out the ear infection and a regiment of baby tylenol. A week and a half prior, the girls went in for their 6 month check-up and the Doc saw some Thrush in Rose's mouth and prescribed medication to treat that. So...by Saturday, poor Rose was on Prilosec for her Acid Reflux, Nyiacin for her Thrush, an antibiotic for her ear infection, and baby Tylenol for her fever and irritability. Our Poor Rose was a walking...okay, wiggling...pharmacy.

The head cold kept her up in the evening and robbed us of sleep. The antibiotic irritated her stomach and made her a bear to feed. The Tyelenol worked to ease the symptoms, but it wears off in 4 to 6 hours and you need another dose...hence the not sleeping part, and she was just cranky. I don't blame her.

To make things worse, she promptly passed her head cold on to Eva and myself, Mike A. I probably would have been able to avoid it, but my immunity was down due to lack of sleep and Eva's immunity was somewhat compromised due to her teething. So now...Eva was teething and feeling icky and as Rose began to go on the mend, Eva started keeping us up. Between the teething and her irritability because of the cold, she was a nightmare for a few nights.

Now the reason for the title of the post is simple...the day the girls had their 6 month check-up, the Doc's office was a war zone! OMG, sick kids everywhere! Coughing, sneezing, screaming, pandemonium. the staff was stressed, the nurses were stressed, the parents were stressed, the kids we're stressed...you get the picture. So what are the odds Rose would come down with this head cold a week and a half later from the Doc's visit? Don't really know, but we've both decided to blame one or many of the Snot-nosed, Booger Lipped little Cretins for infecting our daughter and making our lives Heck for the past two and a half weeks!

Today I think we have finally turned the corner...knock on wood. Rose was in just a fantastic mood practically all day long. Giggling, laughing, and just enjoying being a baby. Eva is still booger lipped, but her bouts of crankiness seem to be waning and with any luck, she will be boogerless in the next day. At least this morning she didn't wake up until 5am and then went back down until 6:30am. I even called in Granny to take them for a long walk in the afternoon so we could get some much needed house cleaning done...Thanks Granny, much appreciated.

Tomorrow is a new day. Back to the grindstone. Nanny Michelle will be in promptly at 9 and I have an early morning conference call with a client. Mike B. has a ton of work to do himself. We hope tomorrow goes as as well as today did. That would be great.

In closing, a word of advice to all parents out there...please keep your snot-nosed, booger lipped little children away from our daughters or I will hunt you down and flavor your next meal with one of Eva's many boogers!

Toof Fairy...We're Coming for You

Tuesday, October 13, 2009...Eva cut another toof...top toof. Baba is now officially going to spring the Tooth Fairy from jail to show his appreciation. Daddy will then smack him over the head a couple times on account of Evabell waking us up at 2am Sunday evening and keeping us up until 4am. 4am is about the time the Baby Tylenol kicked in.

Rose is still just drooling and gumming things into oblivion. As I and my brothers cut teeth around the end of the 6th to middle of the 7th month, I expect once we get Eva settled, Rose will begin. That being said, knock on wood, so far Eva has endured quite well. If she is like Daddy, she has a high tolerance for pain...which means we are SO SCREWED when Rose cuts a tooth.

Now does anyone know which jail the toof fairy is being held in?

Happy Birthday Asha!

October 11...Today is Asha's birthday. Happy Birthday Asha! I already gave her a call and she was on her way out with her sister for a birthday dinner. It was great to talk to her and I miss her bubbly personality.

I have met many kind an gentle souls along the way in life, but none as kind and as gentle as Asha. I and my daughters are richer for knowing her and having her as a nurse for a month while in India. She was very valuable for a newbie parent like myself and Mike B., and the care and dedication she gave to our daughters was wonderful.

Hugs and kisses from Mike and Mike, Rose and Eva. One day, with any luck, we can bring you over for a visit. Here are some photos of Asha, they bring back many memories.

Our 15 Minutes of Fame and Photos!

Well, this morning was a whirlwind. I get an e-mail from M of M&D saying we looked so cute...hunh? Then I get an e-mail from Goral at Rotunda congratulating us on the WSJ article....Hunh? She had attachments...good cause I'm completely clueless. Baby brain? What am I missing.

It turns out, WSJ meant Wall Street Journal. So I thought...oh...the reporter we talked to in Mumbai finally printed the article in the Asia WSJ. Then I get a call from M of M&D...SURPRISE! You merited the US version...WHAT!!!! Then, I get a call from a neighbor who got a call from her husband who reads the WSJ..."You're in the Wall Street Journal!" Needless to say, both Mike and I were a bit taken off guard as we were not expecting this at all. In Fact, we figured, since it was 6 months ago, that the article she was writing never went to print. Plus, we figured it was only going to print in the Asian markets. WRONG! AND....Rose made the cover of the WSJ! Well, sort of, upper left hand corner tittilation spot...but it's still the cover!


When we were in Mumbai, Rhonda and Gerry had given us a call. They had met with a reporter for the Wall Street Journal Asia doing a piece on Surrogacy. The reporter had asked if they knew anyone else they could interview and so they called us and gave the reporter our number. Mike and I thought about it and said, sure why not, it's Asia edition. Mike and I we're not particularly fond of a US newspaper simply because of the controversy involved and, to put it bluntly, all the friggin nut-jobs out there in the US. At least the nut-jobs in Asia would be hard pressed to find us. We were, of course, also concerned about the sensationalist side of the media and how they just love to twist things around and take things out of context to sell paper and get ratings. However, since R&G are also very sensitive to this and they said the reporter was legit, we said fine. So, the reporter and her photographer came to the hotel and spent about 2 hours with us.

The last we heard was about 2 weeks ago when she contacted me via e-mail to clarify some facts. She thought I, Mike A., was 49! OMG...time for more Grecian formula! Seriously, do I really look that old? Anyway, we set her straight (no pun intended), answered some additional questions, asked she not use our last names due to the nut-jobs, and asked if we could possibly preview the article. She got my age right...for the record, I'm 43.

Well, too late now to do anything about the name thing, but I will be shooting the Times a warning shot across their bow letting them know that IF there is any situation of a nut job tracking us down to hold protest outside our house that we will hold them responsible. Then we will throw a flaming poopy diaper ala Eva at the protester...considering the caustic nature of Eva's poop, that oughta do some real damage. I don't think there will be any fall-out, but the diapers are locked and loaded.

The article itself is, for the most part, neutral. The bulk of it chronicles Rhonda and Gerry's story. That s fine by us. Unless we're getting a spot on Oprah and a product endorsement contract, we prefer to be less visible in mainstream media. Did I mention nut jobs?

For those interested in reading the article, it is online at http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704252004574459003279407832.html

The one thing I do want to clarify and make perfectly clear. The article talks about how Mike and I started our Journey with Planet Hospital. True, however, neither my husband or I endorse or recommend the services of Planet Hospital and Rudy Rupak for surrogacy in India. We have already made clear our less than stellar feelings towards Planet Hospital known in earlier posts and we are in no way involved or connected with them.

So that is our 15 minutes of fame...YAY...and to the nut jobs...locked and flaming poop loaded. Now back to the important things in life...PHOTOS!

Waiting for the Great Pumpkin Charlie Brown

Carrots? Yes? CARROTS?!

Hmmmmm....tastes like chicken.

No, seriously....tastes like chicken.

That was good chicken.

Garcon...Garcon! J"ai voudrais du Peas!

Who needs a pony?

Just darn cute

Eva demonstrates the art of hanging ten

Baby bears!

Eva Bell has Beat the Crap out of the Tooth Fairy

Yes folks, it's true, Eva Bell, after watching Daddy rudely eat all kinds of yummy stuff in front of her, got fed up. She knew she would not be able to enjoy such earthly delights until she had teeth...at least that's what Daddy and Baba kept telling her. So true to her bull-headed nature, she sought out the Tooth Fairy and beat the crap out of him and only relented when she was promised a tooth. You have to admire her gaul considering the Tooth Fairy is supposed to take your jettisoned teeth, not give them to you.

Today, September 29, 2009, twelve days before her 6 month birthday, we believe the Tooth Fairy came through on his promise. Aunty Niecie, after there afternoon walk, made a discovery. A little white nub on her bottom front tooth area. This would explain her major crankiness on Monday.

Now it's not 100% sure, we'll recheck in the morning, but if the Tooth Fairy did come through, I'm gonna have to beat the crap out him for delivering on an already stressful week! I mean YAY Eva...but really? Couldn't you have waited for a few more weeks? We have no idea how cranky she may, or may not get. If all her crankiness was spent on Monday...YAY. But I doubt it. I have a feeling this is going to be a long week.

Now, to our other daughter Miss Rose...don't you dare!

Interesting side note, the tooth Fairy was arrested later today on charges of tooth theft...I wonder if Eva is sporting a hot tooth?