Bridwell's Bad Dreams

Our parents have introduced us to something quite terror-inducing over the last couple of years. I'm sure that it was unintentional and a part of our bedtime routine but it ends up being petrifying nonetheless. We have several books about Clifford the big red dog in various situations (none of which deals with people being scared out of their mind by a dog that is larger than a house and forming a lynch mob to take care of that shit). Daddy says that the reason that nobody comes after Clifford isn't because of his size, it's because he is protected by 'that crazy smiling zombie-girl'.

Daddy says that she'll eat the face off any "bitches who wanna mess with her dog". We're not completely familiar with all of these terms at this point but I'm sure it'll all become clear in the next couple years.
It didn't really occur to us, what with our horribly zombie-sheltered lives, but perhaps Mr. Bridwell should have considered adding a bit of white to the outsides of her eyes. Perhaps then Daddy wouldn't wake up at 2am squeeling about "get that huge dog off my leg" and "oh crap, zombie-chick is comin' and that dog has mounted me again".
Is this what night terrors are made of?

Happy Mother's Day (but from 2011)

So I was perusing some of the draft blogs that I have saved but never finished and I came across this one from May 7, 2011. So as a part of last year's Mother's Day gift, I'll promise to post one blog per week until we go back to school after the summer. (At that point, we'll see how motivated I am to continue...). Je t'aime...

To the mother of my children,
Tracy, I couldn't be more impressed with the way you have raised the girls (with some minor contributions from me). They are such wonderful, smart, nice kids and none of that would have happened if it weren't for your influence over the last 2 1/2 years. I am so glad that we didn't just stick them in a daycare where they would have been fed and supervised because you did both those things and threw in a ginormous amount of love along with it. I love the tremendous variety of activities that you expose them to and the sheer volume of skills that they have acquired in such a short time. You are truly marvelous.
From your perseverance through the nursing struggles to your will power to get up when I just couldn't stay awake (and patient) any longer. This house would fall to pieces without you. You keep everyone organized (which we know is a necessity with our crazy schedules) and we still manage to find quality time here and there to spend with each other. You amaze me :)
The girls and I love you with all our hearts and we have come to the conclusion that you are definitely the best mom in the whole world.
On vous aime :) :) :)