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Cara LOVES yogurt.  Not just a little bit.  Cara loves yogurt like a junky loves his next fix.

She’s become just a tad bit independent in her old age and has started insisting that she feed herself the yogurt.  Since she was eating the adult Yoplait that I eat, the stuff would always end up more ON her than IN her and it would take like 30 minutes for her to eat that tiny container of sticky goodness.

I finally resorted to mixing the yogurt with milk and making a bastardized version of a smoothie.  [yogurt + milk + sippy cup + shake like hell = smoothie.]

Before Parent Bloggers offered The White Trash Mom Handbook for my reading and reviewing pleasure, I had never heard of Michelle Lamar or her blog, WhiteTrashMom.com. [That makes me a big, out of the loop looser, doesn't it?]

I was intrigued by the title of the book since #1 I’m from Arkansas, #2 I’m a mom #3 I have a pitbull and #4 we almost moved into a trailer.  I figured that all four of those listed facts would insure that I could identify with any book involving white trash moms…heck, I was basically guaranteed admission into the secret society.

Our “baby plan” is that Oliver is going to stay in our room till he outgrows the bassinet part of our pack-n-play and then he’ll move into Cara’s room.  [Can't wait for that mayhem.]

Since Oliver won’t be using the crib for a while, we weren’t in any hurry to get any sort of crib bedding and had actually planned on just tossing on a crib sheet and calling it good.  But, when we see cheap, we just can’t pass it up.

We have had issues with eating out with Cara since she was a tiny infant.  Actually, that’s not totally right.  Other people have had issues with us eating out with Cara since she was a tiny infant.

When Cara was an itty bitty baby, I would breastfeed her when we went to dinner.  Since I hadn’t yet really gotten into the groove of the whole “breastfeeding in public” thing, I was VERY discreet and would request a booth in the back [and how about a curtain while you're at it].  Despite my shame tinged REALLY covered up breastfeeding, I got a myriad of nasty looks and whispers and a lot of shaking of heads.

It’s hard to take a program seriously that is titled “Your Baby Can Read!“. [Don't forget the exclamation point.]

It was with a rather skeptical heart that agreed to review this product for Parent Bloggers and figured that at the worst Cara would have some new videos to watch and that at the best, she would be reading Goodnight Moon to me.

Tucker laughed when he opened the box and asked me when I was sending Cara’s application off to Harvard, but, Cara and I ignored his comments and I slipped the DVD into our PS3 and was prepared for a bored toddler.

I love, love, love this book!

How’s that for honest?

Written by a former beauty editor and fellow blogger who was “outed” by The New York Post, Beauty Confidential is like The Devil Wears Prada meets Glamour and Allure.

I found myself making notes in the margins and writing down products to research.

The price guides at the end of each chapter are heavenly and completely appreciated. [That blush that I have to have isn’t going to actually bankrupt me…but the perfume will.]

Almost every beauty topic that you can think of is included in this book.

This little gem came from Cara’s Johny Jump Up. I’ll make sure that I have her read this before she lights her cigarette and jumps around her bonfire.

This one came from my Spray and Wash. I know that the warning is there because someone actually sprayed the stuff on someone who was still wearing the stained piece of clothing. Who does that? [I had to add the “treat” since my camera’s flash ate it.]

We’re not really a vacation kind of family.

I’m sure well will be once Cara gets older, but up until around this time last year, it was just Tucker and me. Our lazy asses preferred to sit on the couch and save the cash that we would have spent on a trip.

All that being said, we did take a family “vacation” last Christmas; the grandparents were almost rabid with their desire to see Cara. [they could have cared less about seeing us]

And, I was dreading it.

Dear Lola,

How is it that you rock so much?

Not only are you amazingly dependable, you manage to transport all of my crap and I love you for that.

Though some may scoff at your large size and chastise me for having such a large vehicle, you and I know that your size is an asset not an issue.

Sure, I don’t particularly enjoy filling your over-sized gas tank. But, I do it anyway since I know that if I do, you’ll take me to Starbucks. [I’m easy that way]

Remember all of the trips we’ve taken together?

As I might have mentioned once or twice, Cara’s birthday was last weekend.

In preparation for the blessed event, my mom and in-laws had been quizzing us on what presents they should buy for the rugrat.

Initially, [as in several months ago] we said, “Get her anything! She really likes kitties, but we figure she’ll like whatever you get her.”

What more could a grandparent ask for than carte blanche permission to buy their grandchild whatever they wanted?

And then Dora and Boots were recalled. [See! I told you they were EVIL!]