my first band photoshoot

and i was nervous as all heck!
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we had a blast!

warning: you'll want to gouge your eyes out after this one.

today i'd like to provide you with three gabrielli-isms. the first two are versions of titter and little's spanish...quite endearing, of course. the third one, i have to warn you: if you are the type of person who gets a song stuck in your head or a site stuck behind your eyes, this post is not for you. i have tried and tried and tried to come up with another way to share this story with you that isn't as embarrassing, but it just would not translate the right way. so without further ado (or tequila), i share with you my gabrielli-isms for the day:
1
my girls love to speak spanish (or as elli says, "panish"). today, all elli would sing was, "who are we saving? la tee nessa! who are we saving? la tee nessa! who are we saving? la tee nessa" (thank you, dora). i asked titter who little was singing about and she said, "oh, that's from 'dora saves the snow princess'. la tee nessa is snow princess in spanish." now i get it: instead of "who are we saving? la princesa!" it's "la tee nessa". clearly.

2
the girls have a Christmas pageant coming up and titter's class is singing (among many others) "feliz navidad". aye de mi:
fleece navidah
fleece navidah
fleece navidah
oh se doh ana and a reesy pah

um, what's a reesy pah?

3 - last chance, turn around.
ok, so i'm fresh out of the shower in my (this is the part you will want to gouge your eyes out) bra and panties (which actually match today), trying to get ready for the day while i have little glued to my thigh. i'm dragging her around the bathroom putting on all my pretty girlie stuff on while talking to my mom on the phone (i'm quite the multi-tasker). she's nuzzling my skin and rubbing her face back and forth. "mmm, yous smell good" and all of a sudden: ARGH!!! she bites me on the butt! she then says, "ooh mama, yous good enough to eat!" titter starts laughing, little starts laughing and my mom starts laughing hysterically. nice. thanks, guys.

i should get a tattoo on my butt that says "usda prime cut"

the daisy girls in the sunflower patch

i have to give props to my girl bri for mentioning this patch. we missed the full-bloom flowers, but still had a great time...despite the bees.

raspberry fields forever

in corrales, there is a great raspberry farm.
tons of huge and juicy raspberries.
you can pick to your heart's content (or until there are more raspberries in your tummy than there are in your pints)
raspberry jam.
red chile raspberry jam.
and honeylicious honey.
this was an excursion the entire family went on...unfortunately, a rarity. we had a BLAST!

boo-foh

i actually had my blog planned for today (shocker). as i was editing photos, i realized that all was too quite on the western front. little had found my brand new lipstick. brand new. worn once. killer color. now smashed. if you know anything about me, you know about my love affair with lipstick. it started in eighth grade: one-a ponsa time, there was a beautiful little girl named leslie marie (ok, beautiful is stretching it. she had glasses which took up the majority of her face, braces attempting to straighten out the fangs poking out from every direction, and a sweet, sweet haircut) and she had a "boyfriend"named paul bruns (this name has not been changed to protect the guilty, sorry pablo). he said she had the smallest lips he had ever seen and from that point on, he called her "chicken lips". as soon as her mom gave the approval for lippy, she never left the house without lipstick. ever. when she lived in the sorority, before going down to breakfast, she would don her drumbeat red #264 by l'oreal and glide down the stairs in her robe and slippers feeling completely put together with her lippy.

ahhh, sweet lippy. the joys you bring me.

and just as chris tucker says in rush hour, "don't you EVER touch a black man's radio, boy!" you NEVER touch my lippy. EVER.

unless you're my little.

then i'll feign horror, grab my camera, and blog about it.


our quick conversation:
me: whaarghatahhhhh are you DOing?!?!?!?!
little: me see me boo-foh like you, mama
me: ohit'sokanythingyoudoisfinewithmebecauseyouaresoamazinglythoughtfulandcorrectandiloveyousomuch
little: i no me wear lissticks now?
me: no, hunny, not til you're older (or until paul bruns' son calls you chicken lips, then we'll reassess)
little: oh. when i getta be da mama, i can wear lissticks?
me: yes, honey.
little: when i getta be da mama, i drink sooooda?
me: yes, honey.
little: oh. when i getta be da mama, i open da stove?
me: yes, honey.
little: oh. when i getta be da mama, i eat pee-non?
me: oh, yes, honey.
little: oh. when i getta be da mama, i eat gum?
me: yup.
little: oh. when i getta be da mama, i go cazy, too?
me: (giggle) yup, totally totally crazy.

sleeping beauties

oh to be able to sleep with such abandon.
not a care in the world (dreamland or otherwise).
after looking at these pictures, i realize why i am so "zazausted" every day.

as you can tell from the wardrobe changes, these were all taken on different nights. what beauties!