Four + One = (feels like) 8

Introducing the newest member of our ever growing brood!
Bella Ella Afrell (Ella Afrell courtesy of Lil Miss)
Her name originally was Annie, but we (she) wanted to change it so...

This is her first full day with us.

Second day. We made a trip to petco and got her this awesome mini tire chew toy.
She freakin loves it!

She's a 9 month old German import rottweiler. Absolutely sweet and timid. Completely at ease with the kids being maniacs and tugging on her. I was so nervous bringing her home because...hello!!! She's a fucking monster and only gonna get bigger! Probably 90-100 lbs. She's a rescue dog. Not from an abusive home. Her breeder brought her in to the vets office where my friends BIL works with a gun shot wound. She and a few other puppies had gotten loose and were chasing the neighbors cat so he shot her. The breeder didn't want to pay for the surgeries so Jake (the BIL) did.

I had been really wanting to get a dog and we were heading down to the humane society this week anyways to find one when...bam! We were blessed to meet her first. Already so in love with her sweet spirit! She's definitely a mama's girl!

My sweet little boy

I swear if it weren't for his rough and tumble, spitting, hitting little boy attitude, my son should have been born with a vagina. He is a master at applying lip gloss. And none of that Burts Bees Stuff either. He wants sparkly Bonnie Bell. Strawberry, vanilla sugar. He likes his toe nails painted. Pink...he likes them painted pink. And his new obsession? Shoes. LOVES them to pieces. Has to have them on his feet at all times. He will cry and cry until I hand him a pair. And yes, at two he is skilled in putting them on himself. On the right feet no less. I just bought a new pair of flip flops and he had to put them on right then. In the store. Before paying for them. Nothing less would suffice. He's barely taken them off since. God bless him. He has his mommy's and sister's shoe fetish. Oh well....he still throws a mean right hook!

My lil babe

This is Chloe getting a chocolate facial and a pedicure at a a children's spa in West Palm Beach. She's down visiting her dad's girlfriend for the week.....this kid gets more pampering than me! How can I compete with this?

Singin the 7am Blues

Lately, mornings around here have been, well let's just say, not fun. I am not a morning person by nature and I require coffee before even groaning. Much less deal with a whiny two year old. Unfortunately Jack has inherited my complete dislike of morning. That still doesn't keep him from waking up at the butt crack of dawn to bitch at me for a good 30 minutes. My morning attitude has greatly improved since having kids but I'm still not a pleasant, sweet, patient person. I try...but fail miserably.

Both of my kids require chocolate milk immediately upon their feet hitting the floor in the morning. This started with Chloe when she was about 1 1/2 years old. I thought it would be cute to give her chocolate milk in the morning when I had my coffee. It was and still is. When Jack was old enough, he got it too. It's a morning ritual we all actually enjoy a lot. Until Jack decided to start being difficult, that is.

Chloe is 100% happy with her coco coco and a granola bar until I'm ready to make breakfast. He, on the other hand, needs my full attention. Wants coco, doesn't want coco. Wants coco again. Screams til he gets it. Screams when he does. Wants to eat so I open the pantry...Mind you, still no coffee yet. He can't decide. Five minutes or more will go by while he tells me,"I wook mama! I wook for me!" "I eat eat mine wook!" Ok Jack. Just pick something. This goes on every morning until I eventually say, enough! Close the pantry after picking something out myself and then we proceed to deal with screaming for at least 30 minutes. Yay!

Thank goodness he's so fucking cute. Otherwise I might be tempted to flush him down the toilet. Hehe!

New pics

New hair color. Red all around, face fringed in black.

Doodle Bug having his most fav snack

On the way to get a new tat

New tat. Not a great shot of it but here it is!

Happy Birthday to MEEEE!

It's my 28th Birthday today. No different...I did get breakfast in bed though. The most fabulous scrambled eggs made by none other than my lil Miss Prissy Pants.

Some Changes

I was bored with my Blogger template so I found a site that premade some really cute ones. I really liked this one initially but think I'll be changing it again soon.
What a bitch to do though! I had to add my link list again and I can't remember them all so I'm missing quite a few. Bleh...