Party Pooper

 I am not a competitive person at all. In school when I played sports I didn't really care who won. I definitely was not one that would sacrifice my body for the sport that is for sure. If I was at risk of getting even a skinned knee or a broken nail, I would let the ball just fall to the ground. I really just played sports for the social aspect of it and the McDonald's or Taco Bell after the games. But since I got married and started playing games against my "I am so good at everything and you may think you can best me but you never will" husband, it has brought out the competitive beast in me. We seriously had to take a break from playing games for a while or we were going to need some counseling. Well, I guess I would be the only one that needed the counseling.

Whenever Scott and I play games together he always wins. Rummy, Monopoly, Settlers, Scrabble (I know he is making up words, I just can't prove it), Checkers, Spongebob Operation, Hangman, Blues Clues; it doesn't matter. I may start out in the lead and right when I think I am about to kick his butt, and start rubbing his face in my near victory at his total demise, he wins. I know somehow he is cheating but I just can't figure out how. I got this new puzzle game on my phone. It's one where you have to find a way to get the red block out of the box by moving all these other blocks out of the way. It took me almost a half an hour to get past level one. So I tell Scott about the game, he downloads it on his phone and is passing levels almost every 10 seconds! I had to stop at level three or I was going to end up flushing my phone down the toilet. Connor even tells me to just stop and let Daddy help me.

So the other night we are sitting on the couch playing games on our phones, (that is our date night. I know, it's sad) were both playing spider solitaire and I kept winning my games. Scott started calling his phone names because he couldn't win a hand. This made me immediately start flaunting my winning hands right in his face. Every time I won a hand I would let him know how awesome I was. After putting up with my harassment for a while he says, "how many suits are you playing with?" "What the heck is a suit?" I say. He takes my phone and points out how I am only playing with one suit (apparently this is the weenie version) and he is playing with two, therefore making my achievements null and void. He changed my game so now I am playing with two suits, and gosh darn it, I can't win a game to save my life! Now I am frustrated at my husband for stealing my glory and at my phone because I don't know how to change it back. But I will not be defeated forever! You may have won the battle honey, but I will win the war! Mwahahahaha!

My baby girl

I think my daughter might be part old british woman.

She has been living in this hat since I brought it home. As you can see she wears it with everything, even her pajamas. Please excuse the mound of trains behind her. The Island of Sodor kind of exploded in my living room.

All I have to say is look out Kate Middleton. But don't let the hat fool you and make you think she is a helpless damsel. She can hold her own that is for sure. Don't ever touch her baby or blanky. Just ask Connor.

On a side note. I saw Liv do something this morning she has never really done before. She was pretending with her baby. Well it was a stuffed glow worm, but she calls it her baby. I heard her saying, "poopy, gucky (yucky)." So I looked over to see if she was talking to me, but she was talking to her glow worm baby. She changed it's diaper and then said "dat better (is that better)?" And then she kissed it and said "nigh, nigh" and left it by the front door to sleep. Don't know why it has to sleep by the door, but it was so cute watching her pretending to be a mommy.

Sweet little Olivia pretending to be a mommy in her british tea hat one minute, and a force to be reckoned with the next minute. That is my little girl.