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Have you voted for Beer's Best Friend Cookies yet?  It is not too late, just click here.

 

Harper, who has temporarily been replaced by a screaming monster who only naps for an hour a day, has decided the best part of the playground is the bench.

 

She conquered her shyness, and overcame her fear of slides.  She climbed to the greatest heights, and ate every variety of dirt.  In the end, relaxing wins.  She is truly her mother's daughter.  (Well, that, and her new fun activity is putting things back in the drawer where they belong.)  

Fun Cool Stuff

 

Beer's Best Friend Cookies are featured on 'Vote for the Best Father's Day Gift' on etsy.  When I got the e-mail from Katiearms about it today, I was so hyped.  It was just the icing on the cake of a pretty awesome couple of days.

First, Skylar took Harper to the Zoo while I shopped & got a haircut.  Whoop whoop!  It had been a long long loooooooong time since I had some quality time with myself, as anyone could have seen by the sate of my hair.  I had given myself two bang trims in the maybe 12 weeks since my last cut.  It was like middle school all over again, uneven, odd, awkward.  (Laura, who now goes by Elle, my favorite hair person in the history of Western Civilization, moved to another salon.  I was afraid she started charging what she is really worth, at least $80, but she only went up to $50.  Coming from LA & San Francisco, those are bargain basement prices, peoples.) 

Second, while looking at one of my fave design/pretty things blogs, sfbaygirl, there was a tidbit by Design*Sponge, and the best music in the whole world was playing in the background.  Maybe Clear Tigers are old news to you, but I have been living under a rock for about 15 months, or more.  In my mind, if there is clapping involved, it is automatically brilliant.  This song makes me really happy, and Harper likes it, too.

Suddenly, though, the whole etsy voting thing has me feeling freakishly competitive.  Not like I have voted for myself, um, yet...  But, you should vote for me!  Come on!  It'll be fun!  Or vote for this card:  

It is pretty cool, too.

Taming the Beast, a very little cute beast

We sold our stroller.  We just wanted to get one we can convert to a double someday (no, I'm not pregnant,) and one that is a jogger.  As soon as it was sold, Skylar and I got ridiculously sentimental and teary eyed about it.  Who knew we could be that nostalgic about an object we have only spent a year and a half with?

The cats.  Yes.  They knew.  They knew because since about the time we got the stroller, they have been demoted.  They were my babies before.  Now, when looking for pictures of them for this post, I had to go back almost two years.   

We spent the day together yesterday.  I took them to get their shots, oh so sad.  Spanky is a dream at the vet, friendly, docile, agreeable.  She has lost 3 pounds since Harper became mobile, leaving her to be a very healthy 13 pounds of loving snuggles.  

Trixie, on the other hand, is six pounds of hell, fire and damnation.  I've seen large, strapped, grown men at the vet's cower away from her, as if she was Rosemary's baby.  (We are talking about a cat that kills bunnies.)  Normally, once she has been taken out of her carrier, they bring out the 'angry cat  protector' gloves.  These are thick leather, or rubber, and come up to the elbow.  They are no match for the cat.  Next, either she is restrained in a pillow case, or taken to the back room where her screams can be heard for blocks.  It is not pleasant.

Yesterday, was a different story.  Maria Manrigue, D.V.M, tamed the beast.  She showed no fear, she did not pull out the gloves.  Trixie hissed and spit and arched her back, and Dr. Manrigue did not flinch.  She gave the cat her exam and shots, and escaped unharmed.  The woman is obviously a saint.  If you are looking for a vet, or need to perform an exorcism, I would highly recommend her.     

Glitter Princess Shoes/Deal Breaker

Harper picked these shoes out herself.

They are not the most practical.  There is no arch support, I suspect they will make her feet sweat, and they leave chunks of glitter around her mouth when she takes them off to explore their properties with her mouth.  She now has a large blister.  These Disney Princess pink glitter shoes might mark the beginning of the end of our child led parenting.  

Her naps have been crazy off this week.  She has a cold.  We have spent most of her waking hours playing in the yard by ourselves, so we won't get her buddies sick.  The highlight of our day was a trip to the Dr.'s office.  It was all fun and games, and showing off her teeth and smiles, until it was time for her 15 month shots.  Poor baby girl.  I should have come prepared with a tasty treat to dull the pain.

Any-who, while discussing my difficulty getting Harper to drink milk from a sippy cup, our Dr. said what I knew I did not want to hear, "You are the boss.  It is better she learns that now than when she is two."  Ugh, parenting.  Why can't it all just be bubbles and and snuggles?   

I heart Sharing

Skylar is home!!!  I was starting to turn into a crazy cat lady in his absence, but now it is back to bizness, yo.

We have a new sampler pack in the shop, Table for Two.  It has a just enough of everything to share with a friend.  Sharing is awesome, and so are friends.  & husbands.  & COOKIES!