Well, I feel like all I talk about lately are Bubba and her flashcards. But they are defiantly a HUGE part of our lives right now. So... where in the HELL did these things come from?!
This Christmas when we went to see my grandparents from my biological Dad side of the family... oh, that sounds like I'll need a post to explain... and since we usually only see them once a year, they loaded Bubba up with presents that were all learning/phonics/electronic/battery based. That included these said flashcards. They look like this and are from here. My grandmother sells Avon and I believe that Avon carried these through Christmas.
(And when I said she sells Avon... I meant to say she is an Avon Goddess. She was BORN selling Avon. Everything she owns is from Avon. All my (other) family wears it. And loves it. Since I was born, every birthday, holiday, milestone, anything celebratory in nature meant something Avon was coming my way.)
At first Bubba didnt really know what to do with the flashcards. We quickly hid away the little talking device the flashcards slipped into cause she doesnt like ANYTHING that talks/sings/jumps/does somersaults... although she is coming around about some things. Like that annoying ass repetitive! beeping! blinking! Mickey Mouse thing.
Today Bubba thought it would be fabulous to MAKE things with her flashcards. I always need things to add to my resume... why not.
And oh yes, when I took these photos, I was standing as tall as I could on the couch.
The danger I put myself in for my child...
Squirrel anyone?
 Plankton from SpongeBob... Later the hubbie made SpongeBob as well, but my camera batteries died before I could get his portrait taken.  When my sister came home from college in December, her boyfriend came along and brought his dog, Cali. Bubba LOVED that there was a dog at our house for a month... and everyday since my sister, the boyfriend and Cali left, Bubba has asked and begged and asked again and again, where Cali is? And here she is.
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