What's wrong with this picture?

What's wrong with this picture?


And no, I'm not talking about the gobs of cellulite spilling over the pink socks.

Some of you may just die from shock when you see this picture. I am having a really hard time looking at it myself. But it had to be done.

The Little Apple tore her feet up at the playground yesterday crawling all over creation. I had thought ahead and brought her Babylegs to protect her little knees, but didn't think about the fact that the tops of her feet drag the ground when she crawls.

She hates shoes, and I just don't think shoes belong on a baby. But sometimes compromises need to be made for the greater good.

Promoted. Again.

You might remember this post.

I am pleased to announce that The Big Apple has done it again. She's been promoted to the 2nd Grade.


Nope, she's not getting the summer off. Second grade learning starts tomorrow morning. Just as soon as I finish my cup of coffee.

Memorial Day....

Remembering those that have served in our wars of past and present. Honoring those who have defended our freedom, some paying the ultimate price. Praying for the families that have loved and lost, and given.

Thank you for all that you have given.

Counterstrike....

Something is eating my tomatoes. And it isn't worms or bugs.

I've been going out to the garden daily to pick tomatoes, only to find that I must share my bounty with some kind of creature that takes large bites out of my fruit and runs off. At first I thought it was squirrels, but then I staked out by the window and learned who the culprit actually was.

It was birds. Mockingbirds to be exact. They have been flying into my garden and pecking my tomatoes to death and then leaving them like that on the vine. Don't believe me? Check out this 'mater that I picked today.So the little Apples asked if they could try building a scarecrow. And build, we did. Meet Moe, the Scarecrow. Except, Moe isn't really all that scary.


As a matter of fact, I think the birds will all die laughing before they are afraid of Moe. Let's wait and see what happens.