How was your day?

Well, we spent the afternoon at the ER getting this rock:

extricated from Brother Bear's forehead and then having him stitched back together. Seems he took a "bit of a tumble" at school. Ya think?

Made it home before the crazy storms hit the area. Then spent the better part of the rest of the evening in our bathroom wearing bicycle helmets trying to convince a hopped-up-on-adreneline-bear cub that we weren't going to die.

And then I ate chocolate.

Would you expect anything less?

"Rest" Time

This is what I found when I went to retrieve Sugar Bear from solitary confinement rest time yesterday:

That's her laundry basket. It seems she was somehow able, while still in the crib, get the laundry basket up off the floor and into her crib. She then proceeded to have a party with said laundry basket whilst she was supposed to be resting.

Sigh. Rest time is wasted on young cubs.

Bear cub see,

Bear cub do:

I just wish I could say she's only picking up on his GOOD habits!

Fashionist-ahhh Friday!

End of Times Edition

The World is supposed to end tomorrow and I still have so much to do.

In honor of The End of Times, Sugar Bear really put it all on the table this week. Just one last outfit before the end. One. Single. Outfit. The Outfit To End All Outfits:

Need I say more?

Job well done, Sugar Bear. Job well done.

(Apparently this outfit is also an attempt to honor another fabulous Fashionist-ahhh: Charo)

Hope to see you all back next week for more Fashionist-ahhh Fun.

In case of rapture, however, this blog will be unmanned.

Terrible Twos

Today on Facebook, I'm learning lessons about Terrible Twos and Toddler Tantrums. Titillated? Click here to read more.

Math Facts

+

(could likely)

=

Wild, Wild, Wild Kratts!

Dear PBS and the Creators of Wild Kratts:

Hello. My name is Mama Bear and I am the mother of two young cubs, Brother Bear and Sugar Bear. They love your new show, Wild Kratts. And by "love it" I mean that you have successfully created the equivalent of crack cocaine for the under 10 sector of my den.

Thank you.

At this juncture, I would like to point out something important that may not yet be on your radar screen - being that you guys are like, rock stars and all. I just thought you guys might want to know that summer officially starts in a mere eleven more days. (Wow! Who knew writing that sentence could actually cause my body to instantaneously break out in a sweat?) Again, I know you guys are busy and all, what with your animals and, oh, getting Congress to fund your network and such. But I think it's important to know that we are girding our loins anxiously preparing for the onslaught joy of summer.

As we make these preparations, "we" are a bit concerned about your show. It seems, dear sirs, that in your haste to create The Show That Will Revive Public Television you forgot one simple thing: making more shows. According to our DVR, you boys have made approximately 6 episodes of Bear Cub Crack. And, while we love those six episodes, I'm afraid that repeating said six episodes for a mere 12 weeks straight might possibly be too much for our family (read: me).

Again, I hate to impose as I know you are busy corporate zoologists. But, if you have a chance in the next - say - eleven days, it would be great if you could create a few more episodes. We're only looking for about sixty or so more. A mere trifle in broadcasting terms, I'm sure.

If you could do so, we would be eternally grateful and would commit to watching only PBS shows for the next 50 years (or until PBS becomes defunct...whichever comes first) and maybe even throwing a few extra bucks your way (only if we get a free coffee mug or Wild Kratts t-shirt out of the deal of course).

Yours Truly,

Mama Bear

P.S. While you are at it, can you do something about that theme song?

A decorator's touch

After the Great Poo Debacle of 2011 (also known as "The Time When The Family Pet Used One of His Lives"), we were forced to dispose of our area rug.

Being that I am not the decorating type, I called in a professional. That's right, Cyberbears, I hired me a decorator (cue "Jefferson's theme song).

I told her that we needed a new area rug (duh). I said it needed to:

• go with our decor
• fit our lifestyle
• be easy to clean (lest the devil unleash himself in my dog's bowels again)
• be cheap

Ummm.

Maybe I should revise my list.

Two can play...

OH YES I DID.

Fashionist-ahhh Friday!

Boy, a week goes by really fast, doesn't it? Our resident Fashionist-ahhh, Sugar Bear, is ready to show you a thing or two again this week.

The question is: are you ready?

Let's get rolling...

Dancer Chic - why wear one tutu when you can wear two?

She insisted that her shoes were "her old tap shoes (?)." In reality? They are her "Sunday Shoes" that she will wear EVERY OTHER DAY but Sunday.

This is the look I saw when I picked her up from Sunday School. Because, you know, nothing says "Happy Mother's Day" quite like a 2 year old cub dressed as a ladybug.

Long sleeve shirt, short-shorts, and winter boots.

Be careful Cyberbears - this is a look not many could pull off.

Please notice the hair bow. It seems that our little Fashionist-ahhh has: 1) figured out how to reach her bows and 2) "match" her bows to her outfit.

Sigh.

Well now. This outfit just leaves me speechless.

You too?

It's like the color wheel threw up all over her.

And, yet, she can pull it off.

Amazing.

For yet another week, Sugar Bear really outdid herself. I hope you leave here inspired to try something new. Who knows, you might be the next Fashionist-ahhh?

See you back next week for more fun!

Don't let the bed bugs bite!

Brother Bear and I have an ongoing game of sorts. It all started with a gag about 2 years ago on my Brother Bear. You see, my Brother Bear hates snakes. And my parents had found a real live snake in the bedroom (specifically, under the hide-away bed) that he and his wife would be residing in during Christmas. Needless to say, my Brother Bear was less than pleased about his impending sleeping arrangements.

So, I did what any good little sister bear would do. No, I did not offer to trade sleeping quarters. Instead, I bought a package of fake snakes at the Dollar Store and hid 'em all over the house. Focusing a significant portion of my hiding efforts in or around the bed.

May I insert here that I recognize the fact that I've been living on borrowed time ever since?

Anyhoo. Brother Bear got in on the action and it was lots of fun. For us at least.

Somehow, a few of the fake snakes made it home with us. And since that time, Brother Bear and I have delighted in placing these fake rubber snakes in hidden spots for the other one to find. He's especially good at it. I crawled into the bed one evening and my foot touched something and I screamed bloody murder and threw back the covers to find a fake snake staring back at me. Brother Bear considers this his crowning glory.

But now it seems the cub has decided to up his game. I headed to bed the other night and lost one year of my life when I discovered this:

(Yes, I do make up my bed everysinglemorningjustlikemymotherbeartaughtme. Why do you ask? And, no, I don't think that bed looks recently napped in. Why? Ahem.)

That little bugger.

I deserve a medal

On our return trip from Spring Break, I offered to carry some "cargo" that my Sister and Brother-in-Law Bear needed to get to my Mother and Daddy Bear.

Easy enough, right?

Except said "cargo" just happened to include this:

That's right Cyberbears. Six beautiful boxes of Girl Scout Cookies lovingly sold to my Parent Bears by my fabulous niece-cub. All I had to do was survive the 2 day drive back with the boxes intact and then get them to my Parent Bears.

Easy enough, right?

Except, when I returned, I couldn't get my schedule coordinated with my Parent Bears before they left for their spring visit to The Land of The Bears. So I had to keep the cookies until they returned.

I'm on day 54 with those cookies sitting on my hutch, with at least 12 more to go. I actually think they are starting to speak to me. I don't really understand the Samoans, but the Tagalongs and Do Si Dos translate pretty well. I'm pretty sure they are going to miraculously unwrap themselves from the packaging and start dancing on my kitchen table soon.

Oh, the restraint, Cyberbears. It's killing me.

Like I said, I deserve a medal.

Or, at least a merit badge?

Update: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE NEWEST ADDITION TO THE EXTENDED FOUR BEARS' FAMILY! WE HAVE A NEW BABY BEAR COUSIN AS OF 1:03 P.M. TODAY! She's beautiful! We can't wait to meet the little chubby cub!

Fashionist-ahhh Friday!

We're baack! It's time again for Fashionist-ahhh Friday! Sorry for the tardy post. Internet has been spotty (read: on for 30 seconds, out for 3 hours) around the den today.

Grrr.

Anyhoo, It was another banner week in the fashion world of Sugar Bear. Let's take a look:

Some might find this outfit rather bland. Until you add the sparkle, that is.

SPARKLES!

Ahhhh! My eyes!

I believe my retinas were burned this day. A vision in hot pink, indeed. Also note Sugar Bear is starting a trend of bringing sleepwear to daytime.

Strawberry Shortcake eat your heart out.

Ah. The coveted Ariel dress (and magic wand).

Earned for doing something very important in the right place. Subsequently back on the hanger now waiting for a repeat performance. But the day she wore it, she was fantabulous. Oh, and, Fashion Tip: Did you know that glitter on these dresses DOES NOT STAY on the dress and instead sticks to every piece of furniture in your house?

Neither did I.

Now I do.

My favorite look for the week!

Contrary to the picture, it was not "Dress Your Toddler Cub Like An Exotic Dancer Day."

Instead, it was our first day of swim lessons and we were so very excited we HAD to wear the suit all morning.

Even to the local family library (seen above).

Even though our lessons were in the afternoon.

Sigh.

(Am I the only one that wants to pinch that tushie?)

That's it from our Fashionist-ahhh Bear this week. Looking forward to bringing you more Fashion Tips next week!

Sending the very best

Have you sent your Mother's Day card yet? I just did, and it got me to thinking. Read more about it here on Facebook.

Picking yourself up...

Saw this video last night and was particularly moved by it. Maybe it's because I'm a runner. But then again...

You ever have those days where you find yourself flat on your face and you just want to quit? As a Stay At Home Mama Bear, I have 'em more than I would like to admit.

Take a moment to watch. You'll be glad you did.

What would Walt think?

On a recent shopping spree to "Bullseye" (a.k.a. "The Store Where I Go To Spend All Our Hard Earned Money), I happened upon the Disney Dishes aisle (A mistake I'll never make again as it ended up costing me $5 for a Princess Fork & Spoon. Sigh.). And that's when I saw this:

Seriously. SO. DISTURBING. I don't even have words.

Please, someone, tell me WHAT they were thinking? Because I'm guessing that right about now, Mr. Walt is rolling over in his grave.

A Peek....

at our morning breakfast routine:

What? This isn't normal?