This one ain't for the faint of heart.

Reason 1: You may die from this cuteness.

Reason 2: the above picture shows a grown Pink Baby with a vocabulary well beyond that of a 12 year old girl. Well, a 12 yr old with a baby voice. And the things that PB comes up with are quite imaginative.

Case-in-point: She has an obsession with TinkerBell. Everything she thinks of is somehow labeled or prefaced with some TinkerBell reference.

1. She thinks she goes to school- TinkerBell School. Lord knows what kind of learning takes place there.

2. Her food is all TinkerBell food. "TinkerBell _________ (insert anything: doughnuts, rice, nuggets, steak...)

3. All of her shoes are her "TinkerBell ones". Not one pair depicts TB in any way.

I'm sure you get the picture without me having to bore you with the rest of the details but I will leave you with one last one. The best one. The one that may make you die from laughter or make you strike me from your friends list because it's that strange.

4. When taking a bath with the middlest recently, she brought up that she does not have a penis. (this actually comes up a lot since she is surrounded by boys and their parts) I'm sure you can see where this is going. So I say, "No baby, remember YOU don't have one and that's how it's supposed to be." To which she replied, "That's okay, Gramma's gonna bring me one tomorrow. It's a TinkerBell penis and she has it in a baggie for me at her house."

I'm really in for it with this one, aren't I?

Breaking the streak!!

The Mr. said to me the other day, "You know, you haven't posted since August." This conjured two thoughts: 1. Shoot, he reads this thing and I need to mind my p's and q's, and 2. Dang, I am a lazy blogger. Need to do something about that.

I am breaking the streak with a good one.

Speaking of the Mr., today marks 15 years that we've been together. "Fifteen?! How can that be possible, you ask? You must have met in Kindergarten!" I know we seem far too youthful to have been in a relationship that has spanned a decade and a half.

In fact, we did meet in kindergarten but sadly, I moved putting the kibosh on any sparks that may have developed then. God tried again when in the early 90's and we found ourselves in middle school together. Nothing came of that except the memory of having apples hurled at me and that one time the freckle-faced kid was pushed into me by his buddy, nearly knocking me over. (We girls know what those things really mean.) Finally, God tried one more time by putting us in a night class together. It wasn't love at first sight since he spent most of class time flirting with my best friend at the time. He now says it was part of his strategy to "confuse the enemy". Nice try, Babe. You were just a big fat flirt, and wait, what's this "enemy" business? What it the same "enemy" that cooked you that fat steak dinner last night?

I spent the better part of a month trying get that freckled kid to call me after class had ended. I guess he was playing hard to get. It took a good amount of manipulation on the part of my current best friend (Thanks K!) to get us alone long enough to decide we liked each other. We unofficially decided on the 11th to be "going out" (what does that term mean anyway? Do kids still say that they are "going out" or have I just made myself sound ancient?).

Valentine's Day 1995 was our first big date. I can remember what I was wearing and how nervous I was. The coolest thing is, that 15 years later, he can still make me nervous and I am way more attracted to him today than I was back then (Sarah's School of Cool for Nerdy Boys helped tremendously).

Our friend Paul (or Paularino as our kids know him) has a song on his CD that makes me think of my freckled boy. In it Paul sings, "I'm right here, no matter how far. I'll always be... the boy that won your heart".

My heart has definitely been won over. For good.