The Armadillo Tales

Awesome Pop-some

His 15 minutes of fame came a little early this Christmas ... my pops had his shining moment on local television yesterday.    Watch the video ...    Pretty cool ...

Photo: KHNL News

Designer Diaper Bags

Lately I have had this obsession with designer diaper bags.  I don't know if it's the intoxicating smell of leather, but I've pushed aside canvas, stain-resistant fabrics, ... in place of super soft leather.      Maybe it's because of this current message board that I visit that is a major enabler of all things relating to diaper bags, but these women buy nothing but the best.    My first leather diaper bag purchase is the Ramalama's.   Ooooh, yummy soft leather is how to best describe these bags.   Ramalama is an Australian company and I ADORE their bags.   I won't tell how many of them I have but let's just say that I can barely count them on one hand.      My next purchase went to the Mia Bossi bags.  I haven't used the Reese bag I bought yet, but I am definitely looking foward to it.     My current obsession is the Not Rational bags.   Gorgeous!  I am currently coveting either the Gretel or Hansel styles (shown above).   I am scouring Ebay and the message boards looking for one at a reasonable price.      

The good thing about these bags is the fact they look so unlike typical diaper bags that I can use them even after my little one is no longer in diapers.    That way I can keep them longer and get more use out of it.   Oh hell.   Yes that's right.  I am secretly trying to justiy my spending ... can't blame me for that.

Pretty Pink Please

It's been awhile yes ... I've been lazy ... very lazy.  Okay.  That's done with.

I want pink hair.  Not all over, just some strands here and there.  I saw a girl yesterday with pink highlights and I thought how pretty that looked.  It didn't look like she was a month and a half late for Halloween.  It was very well presented.   Not too much ... not too little.   Don't say I'm too old for pink hair.  Who cares?  I don't.   I think I'll give my hair stylist a call and see if she does pink.   How cool would that be?    Pretty damn cool.

He's Old Enough ...

Now to say things like this ...

Armadillo: "Mommy, Daddy, you're not my friend anymore.  Don't talk to me."

Mommy: "That's not a nice thing to say."

Armadillo: "Don't talk to me!"

Mommy: "Okay."

Armadillo (few seconds later): "Mommy ... mommy ... (waits a few seconds) ... MOMMY!!!!"

Mommy: "What is it?   You said not to talk to you."

Armadillo: "You not listening to me.  I don't like that!"

Mommy: (SIGHS)

Gold Star for Daddy

I give a huge gold star to B-Dad for taking the boys to see Bee Movie this past weekend.   I had a baby shower to go to so it was just B-Dad and the boys.   What were they going to do I asked B-Dad.  "I"m going to take them to see Bee Movie."   "Both of them?" I asked.   "Yep."    Wow.    I wouldn't have attempted that, not with the sumo baby still being so young.   But they went and they stayed for the entire movie.   Granted they had to sit in the second row because the theatre was so crowded.     But B-Dad said that they got anxious a few times, but mainly stayed in their seat watching the movie.    Wow.   

Now when they see the trailers for the movie on tv, they both yell "Bee Movie!   Bee Movie!".    The aramdillo wants to see it again.  Of course.

Photo: Yahoo

Slice of Pumpkin Pie

This slice of pumpkin pie looks good enough to eat.   Something about these felt wool play food pieces are just so endearing.    I wish I knew enough about sewing and had a bit of creative sense to make these pieces for the armadillo and sumo baby.    I would make an entire 7 course meal if I could.  Now wouldn't that be fun! 

Count

The other night before the armadillo and sumo baby were going to take their bath, the armadillo was in a time out.  I told him that he could finish his time out by counting to ten.   He's done it many times before so I know he could do it again.   So he started ... "one, two ...."  then he would stop.   Count to ten I told him.    "One, two, ..." ... same thing.  It's not that he didn't know what came after two, but he was just being lazy.     Then B-Dad and I started to count with the armadillo ... "one ... two ..." prompting the armadillo to say the next number.    Then we heard, "Three!".    But it wasn't the armadillo, it was the sumo baby.   It was hilarious.    The sumo baby started shouting to the armadillo, "three! three! threeee!".   As if telling him "It's three silly!".    Wish we had that on video.

Thank you ... Thank you!

I'm not expecting much but so far so good. 

Photo: Yahoo

Pretty Nails

Today I went to a baby shower for a friend that was held in a local nail salon.   I had a fabulous time as I got both a manicure and a pedicure. Since the sumo baby started school I have been fortunate enough to get pedicures on a pretty regular basis, about once every 1-2 weeks.   I love it!   It may sound weird but I love anything having to do with someone massaging my feet.   Even if it's for just 5 minutes, anything is appreciated.   I should take photos of my pretty nails.    My feet is adorned with a dark rich blue shade called Russian Navy and I got a sweet french manicure on my hands.   It seemed that all of the women at the shower had fun.   Who wouldn't?   I don't think anyone would complain with having their feet or hands worked on.   

Even though the weather is getting colder, myself and the other women laughed about the fact that we refuse to wear covered shoes.   Who wants to hide our pretty toe nails?  Not me!   Call me a slave to fashion and beauty, but pass me my slippers!

5.6 Quake in San Jose

I didn't feel a thing ... fortunately.