I left my camera at the Nauvoo temple, so I haven't blogged in a while. I guess my camera is kind of a blogging crutch for me.
Anyway, these pictures are not my own.
A few years ago a strange man broke into our neighbor's house and even went so far as to explore the house while they were sleeping, looking into their bedrooms. Imagine waking up to that...luckily the husband was home. I'm pretty sure they were freaked out because I was, and it didn't even happen to me. We thought, very seriously for a solid week afterward, about getting a dog. But then I realized that I would rather put up with one night of a burglar than twenty years of dog crap, and that settled that.
Except Laura really wants a dog. And she keeps asking for one for Christmas. And she thinks I'm a bad mom because I won't let her get one. She has told me that repetitively with tears in her eyes, just for emphasis.
A few weeks ago we found this little guy:
I lost my mind when I saw this picture. We researched a little bit and thought it would be a good idea to finally get a dog.
We were about five minutes away from writing the check.
And then my senses returned to me. Potty-training a dog in the middle of the night in the middle of winter? What was I thinking???
Instead, for Noelle's birthday, we bought her a toy resembling this:
It yaps and walks around and is soft and cute. It has an off-button and it doesn't poop. We bought this little dog house for it, too.
This fake dog has surprisingly received a warm reception from all. Almost like it is the real thing. Who knew? And it only cost $15. That's 1% of what it was going to cost us to get a puppy for the first year. Seriously, any idiot could write out a list of pros and cons and still come to the same conclusion that I did.
Also...
Four-year-old Noelle is the best! She gets so excited about any little pink thing. She just wanted a princess balloon and pink cupcakes. How easy is that? I decided to try to make this supposedly amazing frosting for the cupcakes, literally took all morning making white sauce, chilling, beating butter and sugar and flour and milk for, like, 87 minutes, I don't know. They were supposed to look like this (only pink):
For once, I was glad my camera was MIA because my cupcakes did not look like that. I'm not sure why I keep trying to make my life harder than it is with these occasional attempts to imitate Martha Stewart, but I'm pretty sure Noelle would have been more than happy with the Betty Crocker canned frosting.
4 comments:
Amen and good riddance. I don't want a dog or cat or fish or any pet either!
I wish you could have seen Peyton's cake this year. I attempted a really tall cake, four layers, nice and skinny. It didn't work. I didn't have enough frosting or powdered sugar to cover the whole thing so I only covered the front half. It looked so terrible that I started throwing sprinkles on the front of at it to make it look more festive. It's not easy to put sprinkles on the side of a cake. It looked...nasty. Peyton thought it was the coolest cake ever. I know, I'm awesome.
Happy birthday to Bethany's birthday buddy! And good job for not caving on the dog thing. =)
Where is my credit? Who was the one who told you all of the awful things about puppies? I need to be cited. Happy Birthday Noelle!
If you ever do get a dog...PLEASE promise me you will NOT EVER EVER EVER buy from a pet store!!! If you only knew the conditions those dogs come from. Research puppy mills and look what you find. Not happy. And, Petland, happens to be huge with the puppy mills. Please don't.
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