Tracking the elusive Thanksgiving Turkeypie.

Fairies and glitter, take two.
So, fairies. We’re big into ‘em at The Pie House. Not to mention friendly giants (you can see them sleeping, carved into the mountainside overlooking our house), pots of gold, and all things magical and mystical. Which brings me to Saturday, and the loss of MP’s second baby tooth. This meant another visit from the Tooth Fairy Saturday night, complete with more bedsheets dusted with silver glitter, and eight shiny quarters placed carefully under her pillow. (I lay down beside her and studied that tiny, beautiful face for what must have been 40 minutes, marveling at how quickly she was growing. She looks so much like her father when she sleeps.) S

Of kindergarten, superheros and apple bees.
Holy crap. SHE LIVES. It’s clear I’ve been one ginormous phlegmy snot ball of blog suckage. (Colorful AND literal, Mommypie.) It’s been nearly three weeks now of congested, sleep-deprived walking deadness, and I’m close to actually turning the old “turkey-baster up the nose” fantasy into reality. Whatever. Don’t pretend you’ve never thought about it. So, I’ve been absent in the blogosphere. Blame it on life. Starting a business. Relationship weirdness. Physical sickness. Sheer lack of time. The thing that REALLY bums me out though, is that I’ve failed to properly document the multitude of m

The Last Dragonfly
With temps getting down to the single digits at night, and snow on the ground, it’s hard to believe just last week it was warm. That’s the way things are in the Rockies (this part, at least) — one or two weeks of fall at the most. Which doesn’t actually bother me too much — I’m more of a cold-weather mama anyway. So to celebrate the end of summer, and possibly the last dragonfly of the year, I give you a video taken last week. (Forgive the shoddy camera work — forgot you can’t rotate the camera when it’s in movie mode. Duh.) Let me preface this by saying MP LOVES bugs. She’ll tell you all about caterpill

The Tooth Fairy’s first visit to the Pie House.
Last night MP lost her first tooth. HER FIRST TOOTH! I may or may not have played a role in it falling out … “Oow, Mommy, you’re brushing too hard!” <<SNAP>> <<BLOOD>> “Did your tooth just come out?!?” MP spit a wad of blood into her palm (’atta girl!) and offered me its contents — a perfect pearly pink baby tooth that had been clinging to life by a few gummy threads for DAYS. It was time. We jumped up and down and, in our PJs, ran to Grammy and Poppy’s in the dark.