That’s an Armoire !!

Mama Jo:  A funny thing happened on the way to the Ward Talent Show. Go-Bot was playing an all time crowd pleaser for everyone’s enjoyment. Love was in the air. Beautiful music was being blat-blat-blatted out for a little mood music. What’s that? Spell-check doesn’t know what Amore’ is? That’s alright! Oom-pa-pa-pa...that’s an Armoir! A new Incrediblism is born!

Scuzza me, but you see, Go-Bot, the tuba player, extraordinary!

Little Helper?

Mama Jo:
Typing something important? No problemo. I can wait.

Color Guard flags?

Glad to be of service!

It has a name…

Jemima:  There were so many possibilities. Cleo-cat-tra. Lily. Daisy. Louise. Daisy Louise. Jabba (you can guess which gender voted for this name, right?)

In the end, she’s Cadie. Cadie Cat.

A little ball of orange fluff

Mama Jo: So I was visiting teaching… It is announced that they have a new kitten. In truth, I was wondering WHY anyone with five (or are there more…they move so fast I’m not sure) very small children would subject an animal to such torment.

When I am introduced to aforementioned kitten, she is a wee little handful of orange fluff. I mention to my visit-teachee that Mr. Incredible used to have an orange cat; that he LOVES orange cats. Visit-teachee says they just took her off a friend’s hands and maybe they would give her to us. I mention to Mr. Incredible that Visit-teachee has an orange kitten that most surely would not live through the weekend. He bit. She’s ours.
Jemima: Grrrrrrr.

Green Eyed Monster

Jemima: My world is crumbling around me.

She is yet un-named.

Flat Ellie

Mama Jo: You’ve heard of Flat Stanley? This is Flat Ellie. She went with us to Ireland. The poor thing had a complex by the time we got back. We could never remember her name: Fast Eddie, Slick Willie, Fat Albert…

When we went to kiss the Blarney Stone, we handed Flat Ellie to the assistant, a little old man (who, we decided, if we were to take a fall and go head first to our untimely death, there was nothing he could do to stop us—he was going too). Anyway, the assistant looks at Ellie and says, “Ooooooh Stanley, you’re not looking too well these days.” We assured him that he was mistaken: it was Flat Ellie, not Stanley.

I don’t think Ellie has recovered yet.

Who’s the most spoiled?

Mama Jo: Most definitely me!

Significant Birthday + Trip to Ireland = Most spoiled.

Oh yea!