This is 3 cupcake wines.  The box says Happy Birthday, but I’m going to call tomorrow to see if they can change that. (You can see it better if you go to the FTD website.  I can’t link to it because I am getting there through my bank’s website and now it won’t let me go back to the REGULAR site without clearing all my cookies!)

This is a plantable memory tree.  Again, from FTD.  That or this:

These are 3 different mini rose plants, not cut flowers.

Let me know what you think.  I will order as soon as I hear from everyone.

“A tree comes from a tree. A tomato comes from a tomato. A tornado comes from an olive.” Or so says Libby

In case you didn’t know.

ETA:
“Mama, when people die they turn to bones, then to ghosts, then to dust, then to bats and vampires then back to bones, but they stay bones for a really long time.” Says Joey.

Joey: My legs are super hot

Libby: No, my legs are hotter

Joey: No, my legs are blue hot

Libby: No, mine are white hot and that’s the hottest fire ever until they invent a new color fire.

Joey: I already did that.

I’m playing war with Joey. Libby is a spectator.

Libby: “consider me your helper.  I’ll be mama’s bodyguard.  I’ll help her get what she needs.”

 

Excellent.

Libby: Mama?  Can I tell you something?

Mama: Sure

Libby: Well 9 and 5 really like each other and they’re going to get married and they’re both bossy.

Libby: Also, The End, I love you mom (she made me write that…)

Libby says “There are seventeen [El] stops.  I wish Friday was a stop.”

Clearly she’s ready to be an adult.

Mama: “Libby, please take off your coat and put on a sweatshirt”

Libby:  “Mama, none of my sweatshirts match my haircut.”

okie dokie then.

Mama: “Joey, what are you doing?”

Joey: “I’m deflecting the dogs with my toy aircraft carrier.”

Mama: “Yes…yes you are.”

 

 

Libby “I’m famous”

Mama “For what?”

Libby “I just MADE myself famous”

Mama “Can’t argue with that I guess.”

 

Libby to no one in particular “Why do they put things on newspapers that are not cool?”

 

Libby: “Is that (lady in picture) Lady Gaga?”

Mama: “No, honey.”

Libby: “Darn, I’m never going to meet Lady Gaga.  (Heavy sigh)”

 

 

Libby “Does that salami talk”

Mama: “uh, no”

Libby: “Good, I don’t want to talk to it.”

Libby: “Are you going to marry your food?”

Mama: “No Libby, I’m going to eat it, it’s food, you eat food.”

Libby: “That’s the same thing and then it goes to your tummy and out your butt and that’s the honeymoon.”

Mama: [confused look, but no more appetite for food].

Tonight I started making a bathrobe for The Dolls.  (I need to have an inclusive name for them…The Evils?  Well that’s pretty similar to when I call my children things…how about The Stepfords?)  Because it’s a bathrobe what would I make it out of?  Fleece, oh haaaail no.  If you take a shower, and use a fleece robe while you’re still wet…OHHH BRRR if you get the water on the robe and then on you!  So…with all the bathing (not) The Stepfords will be doing (ahem) I decided to make it out of Terry Cloth.  WHA?  Yes you heard me.  Oh the evil.  The terry cloth and I totally disagreed on uh, EVERYTHING.  We ended the night with me having terry cloth ALL OVER ME.  Sigh.  I will try this again tomorrow!