"Touring" Yellowstone

After who knows how many "drives" through the Park, we decided to actually tour it with the kids on our way to Idaho for my brother's wedding. We were tourists for the day instead of locals... So here's our trip!

I am *NOT* a carpenter!

So, I have finally come to the conclusion that I am *not* a carpenter.
I wish I was. That would be awesome.
But unfortunately I am not.
I pretend to be.
I have tools.
I thought I could read an instruction booklet and be smart enough to figure the plans out for our shed kit we ordered.
I got a start on it. I figured some of it out.
I'm pretty sure I got that part right.
But now---
Alas, I am stumped.
Time to call in the reserves.
Reserves? Hello? Are you here some where?
Drat.
Guess it's back to the booklet.

"Creepy Barbie"

I came in the back door today to find THIS.

This is Life-Size Barbie, A.K.A. "Creepy Barbie".
For the record, the kids don't think she's creepy.

But *I* do.

Don't get me wrong, the kids LOVE her. You can dress her, and style her hair. And she's even got a painted on swimsuit underneath. So that's good.

Life-Size Barbie was a Christmas present for my daughter one year. It was one of those 5 in the morning Black Friday impulse buys--yup.

And when your kid gives you THIS reaction when she gets it--

How can you get rid of it?

Why do I want to get rid of it you ask?

Well, you see, Life-Size Barbie finds her way all over my house.

She sits on the couch.

She sits at the table.

She keeps the kids chairs warm.

She even lies down for a nap every once in a while.

She is everywhere.

And she's big.

And she's confusing because she looks just slightly like my daughter.

At first glance, she's real. It takes a second to realize she's not. And it's hard to keep track of where your kids are when you have to figure out whether a doll is your daughter or not. It's a little insane. And creepy. Yup.

So there you have it. "Creepy Barbie".

How was your day?