Dear So and So....Royal Wedding Edition

Dear Wills and Kate,

Or should I say HRH Prince William and Miss (well until 2 hours from now) Catherine Middleton? I wish you both the best of luck on this one of the most nerve wracking and precious days of your life. First of all, I hope you don't trip in front of the estimated 2 billion people who will be watching the broadcast of the wedding. That would be highly embarrassing, I don't recommend it. Second of all, I wish you love. Love each other. When times get tough love each other. It won't cure all, but it will make the bad things more bearable.

Best of Luck, Kat
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Dear Readers,

Ok, you might not be "into" the Royal Wedding, but I am sucked in...a bit. I am pretty sure it is on the fine print of the visa that allows me to live here "must be curious about all things royal"...anyhoo. Yes, I am glued to the telly watching the wedding coverage (BBC of course). I hope you all at least peek in on the ceremony just to see what the dress looks like.

Love, Kat
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Dear Victoria Beckham,

That hat? Really, that was the best hat you could come up with. A double helix strapped to your gourd? With all your money, that is the best you could do? Really? Really?

Shocked, Kat
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Don't forget to link up!!

Sugar and Spice? My Left Foot, Sugar and Spice.

I have now made LaLa leave the dinner table twice because of bad manners. My generally well behaved child has horrible table manners. It hasn't always been like this. She knows better. I guess I could blame it on her age, but I think it has more to do with the fact that other than her best girl friend, she likes to chum around with the boys at school. And boys think that burps are funny.

I don't. OK, if you can't help it, like if you have drank a fizzy drink, a little burp and an excuse me don't bother me at all. However, she has started doing ginormous earth shattering burps at the dinner table and then cackling in her chair like it is the funniest thing ever. At first I would just tell her "say excuse me", which then progressed to "that's gross, you need to say excuse me" to "that is really gross lala, if you do it again you're going to be in trouble" and now to "get up from the dinner table and go sit on your bed, I can't handle you being gross while I am eating". She is still cackling about it by the way. It doesn't seem to faze her that she is getting in trouble.

This behavior is also rubbing off on KiKi of course, because LaLa is her hero. She also however says sorry when I give her the "I'm very cross" look, so there is hope still to nip this one in the bud. I am just at a loss as to what to do with LaLa now. What would your next move be? I thought little girls were supposed to be made of sugar and spice and everything nice, not hot gas and apparently amazing abdominal strength.

White Lies

As my oldest daughter, LaLa, was opening her Easter basket, she looked up at me with a deep level of concern on her face. This is not a new happening at my house. She questions everything. This kid is quite smart and you can rarely get anything past her. She held up a plastic baggie containing malted milk chocolate Easter egg candy, inspected it again, and then asked "Does the Easter Bunny have Ziploc bags?"

"Of course he does honey!"

For the record, the Easter Bunny also doesn't believe in using plastic grass in the baskets, or putting hard boiled eggs in the basket (who wastes perfectly good eggs that could be used for egg mayo (egg salad) sandwiches?), giving the kids more candy than they can eat in a couple of days or Peeps.

Are there any white lies you tell your kids about holiday critters or am I the only one?

Double Identity

My cat, Sam, he look so innocent. Don't believe him.



He's a murderer. A stone cold killer.

Last week we had a dead mouse in our yard. A week before that there was two bunnies and a bird of some sort. We have also had a pigeon meet his maker in our yard. This death was predated by several moles and a couple of mice.

I used to stand at my kitchen window, before Sam was released into the general population, and pretend that I was Snow White, looking at all the birds and bunnies out in my garden when I was doing the dishes. This doesn't happen anymore. My garden has become the killing fields for my cat.

Remember, just like Chuck Norris, Sam Kitty doesn't sleep, he waits.

The Pose

As we were walking about Hampton Court Palace on Saturday I noticed that KiKi has acquired a specific pose that she uses in almost every photo taken of her.



Foot back (or up), hands to the sides flipped out at the wrist like she is wearing a dress.










She must think it is the way princesses pose.

Silent Sunday

London Town

My mom told me not to lose my grandparents on the tube.

So, I didn't.