Tuesday, February 18, 2014

Funny Bunny

A little pre-Easter humor:

When my older kids were little, we had a bunny rabbit. One of those cute lop eared ones with the draggy ears. His name was Leo the Lop and he would play with my oldest  son (ehem well my son thought he was playing... Leo really liked my son and "hugged" him often). He was litter box trained so we just let him run around the house like a cat. He didn't like the lino though and would just stay on the carpet.

My second oldest son was in playschool at the time and I decided that bringing the bunny in for show and tell just before Easter was a great idea! Leo would walk on a leash, so I took him in the car the block and a half to the playschool, with the leash tied around the back of the seat.

Leo was a hit! The kids loved him, he hopped around the circle giving all the kids bunny wiggly nose kisses and my second son was the most popular kid in school that day!

At the end of the day, I took Leo out to the car and tied him back onto the front seat, then went in to get my son and help the teacher a bit. 2 minutes later, my oldest son asked if he could get the keys to the car so he could put his backpack in the car. He came back down and was helping tidy up.

When we got back to the car, I discovered that my keys were now locked inside the car, next to Leo. PERFECT! (Now animal activists calm down, it was a mild day, not hot enough to cook my rabbit nor cold enough to freeze him) It took AMA 30 minutes to come to unlock the door.

As the mechanic was jimmying my passenger side door, he burst into laughter and stepped back to let us all see the most amazing thing you can imagine! My Leo, yes my horney bunny had hopped across the seat leaving ..... Not little pellets like you would expect.... No.... He had laid a Cadbury Cream Egg!

Heehee well actually I had bought a cream egg and left it on the seat so I could eat it later and he happened to be sitting on it.

Friday, February 7, 2014

Cadadoodle Reads- Birthmarked

The Book for February is Birthmarked by Caragh M. O'Brien 

"IN THE ENCLAVE, YOUR SCARS SET YOU APART, and the newly born will change the future.
Sixteen-year-old Gaia Stone and her mother faithfully deliver their quota of three infants every month. But when Gaia’s mother is brutally taken away by the very people she serves, Gaia must question whether the Enclave deserves such loyalty. A stunning adventure brought to life by a memorable heroine, this dystopian debut will have readers racing all the way to the dramatic finish."

Buy it:

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Why I Will raise my daughter to be a princess

I have waited 20 years to have a daughter. My first 3 children are boys. I never wanted a boy. I love my boys, but they over cooked and came out all boyish.  I always wanted to have a girl to dress all pretty and play tea parties and dance and sing with. I dreamed of calling her princess and making her into the girlyest girly girl you could imagine!

You can imagine my dismay as I FINALLY get my daughter to find out that it is uncool, shunned and generally looked down on to make your daughters think they are princesses. Things like "unhealthy body image" and "unrealistic  expectations" are phrases that are thrown around.

I don't buy in. Let me tell you why I WILL raise my daughter to think she is a princess.

Monday, February 3, 2014

Got Milk?

I was not reimbursed for this post. The opinions here are my own and are not affiliated with the product supplier/manufacturer.

This Mommy Moment has been brought to you by Mint Kitkat. Graciously supplied to me by my awesome husband that loves to share his treats with me! MMMM!

Ok back to work!

Got MILK?? I mean lots of milk?!? So much that it is constantly pouring out of you?

I am sorry, I really don't want to belittle the struggles that hundreds of women have to produce enough breast milk for their babies. My heart goes out to those Moms that try hard and are not able to continue.  I am an avid Breast feeder but I am not one to point fingers. I support all methods of feeding babies. 

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