jesse to the rescue.

My new hero is a Sprint operator named Jesse.

After 8 months of bills being payed but not received, late fees threatening to take us for all we're worth (which is not much by now, thanks to them), one report to the Better Business Bureau, and the frustration of not being able to get out of our contract...
this might be all behind us.

Funny how I can spend 2 hours a week, every week since July, talking to 10 different people who don't seem to have access to what they need to solve the problems.

And then there's Jesse. Sweet, helpful, English-speaking Jesse.

It took 5 minutes - and all my troubles vanished.

Please, Lord, let them have vanished.

and the award for 'world's best parents' goes to...

does it get any sweeter than this?

sure does!

those people.

you know who I'm talking about.

the ones at the restaurant table next to yours who are perfectly capable of having a conversation, all the while, not noticing and/or caring that their child is screaming uncontrollably beside them; subsequently, ruining your dinner and the dinners of everyone else around them.

as of tonight, I am those people.

and even though I've already developed the "parental selective hearing" that enables me to drown out the random, pointless screams, I do care about your dinner.

and I'm sorry.

so that I can remember these things later...

There's lots of cuteness going on in my house right now.


When Brylie does the "sad face," she anticipates our laughter too quickly. So we end up getting 1/2 second of a sad face followed by clapping, and a huge, mischievous grin.

She's discovered the concept of putting on a hat, so now every new thing encountered must first go on the head.

We're watching Mrs. Doubtfire the other day, and "Dude Looks Like a Lady" came on. Brylie runs in the living room wearing mismatched pajamas and begins dancing around wildly to the song about a crossdressing man.

She's good at shaking her head "no," but if she tries to nod "yes," she loses her balance and falls over.

I asked her if she wanted to get out of the bathtub. She reached up toward me, but when I started reaching down, she pulled her hands down to her sides really fast. Then, she laughed hysterically as if she made up the idea of a "fake out."

I opened up the toilet seat lid the other day, and in the toilet I found a dvd and a stuffed dog...

I asked her if she wanted to brush her teeth. She ran to the bathroom, yelling, "Ahhhhhhh.....!"

I know. Cute.

just a hint.

if you're wanting to run a google image search to find pretty pictures, don't type in the words "pretty graphic."

just don't.

my bad.

maybe I should check to make sure the link works before I hit "submit."