Ok, before we enjoy our next picture and you come up with those amazing captions/stories I must tell you that I’m being featured today on Saucy Eats. I know! Me being featured for my mad cooking skillz! Who ever would have thought this day would come? So, go check it out and make the food already.
I am one Saucy Chef!
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Now on with Story Time, Interactive Style!
Work it people. Leave a comment with the story behind this lovely pic.
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As for last week’s pic…I had you fooled! You guys thought that was Ashlyn (except for my mom who really can tell my kids apart and Cher who witnessed the event). IT WAS REAGAN! I know! That is so like Ashlyn to do so I see how you’d get mixed up. And Reagan’s insanely long (for a two year old) pig tails are being hidden by the mud. We were visiting our dear friends in Atlanta and we took our kids to the playground. Reagan loves water, but I didn’t know I’d have to worry about her wallowing with the pigs. Talk about a prodigal daughter. She saw the mud puddle and immediately went for it. In fact here you go:
She dove right in, so to speak. I just decided instead of being Mean Mommy and making her quit I’d be Lenient Mommy and let her get some kind of flesh eating disease from whatever organisms were living in that puddle. It was hot outside so I decided it was worth the risk. Cher was probably horrified that I let this happen. We did have to strip her down in the driveway and hose her off before she could enter the house.
Have a great time storytellin’! Can’t wait to read them!
Not So SAHM 
I can’t believe that was REAGAN!!! Wow. No fair subbin’ old pix, mom! 🙂
i’ve got a great storyline idea for this entry but i have to be in the right frame of mind first. (like, not having a growling stomach!) so, to steal Arnold’s line: “I’ll be bock.”
“She’s NOT old enough to date,” Du said, oilin’ his gun.
But Reagan was adamant. The new love of her life was a real character — a cartoon character.
Du inspected the car. He decided that neither the car nor Mr. Chuck E. Cheez could inflict any on harm on his firstborn.
And so off she went on her first date. Pizza and games, woo-hoo!
“Just have her home by 7.”
“OK- Let’s go over this one more time–YOU run up to the prize counter with the squirt-gun; demand ALL the princess prizes and run back as fast as you can. I’ll have the car running and ready for the get away. What? Oh yeah-we’ll discuss your cut later-after I get the goods!”
“But Mommy…he’s amazing and beautiful and a prince and we’re getting married. And he lets me drive.”