Oh Moxie Crimefighter what have they done to you...

By Michelle Ferguson -
Here are some names Josh and I are pretty certain we won't name our child:

Banjo.
Audio Science.
Dweezel.
Ya'Majesty.
Jishelle (A beautiful combination of our names. We were THIS close to convincing Leland and Ashley to name one of their children this. Surprisingly, they declined so it's still up for grabs)

Question: How old does your child have to be before you buy them one of these?? I think we have the yard for it.















Sidebar: Even ponies think swoopy bangs are the coolest.


Current Disappointments:

#1. Waves of nausea. I thought I could defeat them. They're fighters. Moxie Crimefighters to be specific.

They make a lovely little woman like this go from happily laying in an open sunny field in her cute maternity top...













To bravely trying to hold down the teriyaki she just consumed at her desk at work....

















I am that lovely little Asian lady. Well in the sense that someone on a team to Cambodia once thought I was from the Philippines. I get that a lot.


Disappointment #2. The fair is coming in a few weeks and and if I go I'll be doing none of this:













Instead I'll be watching this:














And savoring this:















Not a bad consolation prize I suppose.

Comments

Emily said…
Hooray for Michelle being back in the blogging world!!
August 26, 2010 at 9:20 PM
ChristyLynne said…
Remember when you tried to convince me to name my son Moshua? That's still available too. Especially if your baby has swoopy side bangs.
September 5, 2010 at 11:40 PM
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