Without a point?
Did Potlucks ever have a point?
I guess I missed that.
And now for a little story entitled (w/picture):
Does Everything have to be Educational?
If you have ever been to the Fort Worth Zoo you may have stopped at the Play Barn. If you have stopped at the play barn then you probably have a picture similar to this on your camera:

This is from the zoo’s “manure making” exhibit. I am not sure that the kids learn much of anything, but the moms learn to scramble quickly for their cameras to snap a shot of their child “elbow deep in learning”.
And proving my theory that everything is better with a button:
You know you want it…

So these random phrases had eager readers Nirvana bound this week:
1. I would rather wet my pants.
2. It is a sunny day and I feel brand new.
3. alien fruit boobs
4. my feet stink
What is up with Holly’s coccyx?

Doing good.
How many weeks is she going to include the coccyx segment (hehe) without any actual update?
Let’s find out who is
Peep of the Week!

One of the best peep comments to date in response to Ryan’s 8th birthday post:
Happy Birthday Ryan. Now if you let Mommy and Daddy take an afternoon nap, they might dream you a little sister.
Yep, that is from
Weaselmomma. Again. I may have to add an additional column to the blog to keep her permanently ensconced as Peep of the Week.
What is in Holly’s fruit bowl?

You know all that crap that I had in the fruit bowl last week? Well it is still there minus two bananas and one potato.
May your turning produce lots of manure…
So she’s basically elbow deep in…. education?
Oh honey. At my house, it was all those afternoon naps that brought tons of (child-generated) manure into my life.
Live it, learn it.
I once had to take a loan application from a bull semen collector. He literally had to stick his hands places that no human should ever have to stick their hands.
What’s going on in that picture? Is her hand up the fake horse’s tush?
LOVE the button…
and really, it’s better that your bananas are gone. They don’t keep well…
With three teens, a Cajun hubby and a new puppy in the house, I don’t even need a manure-producing button! (Hip waders, however, would be nice.)
Oh the depths we go to teach our children… 🙂
CHA-Ching winner and still reigning Champion!!!!!!
Oh and BTW, I so want to know how to change the code n the manure button so it read WeaselMomma instead cow. I need that button!
The notion that kids don’t understand poop is just a little ridiculous. It’s been the ongoing favorite joke since they could speak.
Yeah, I’d totally have taken the picture.
I knew there was somwthing different about you.. Alien boobs ah is that what it is..