I am diggin' on the new Boden catalog. Because of my egg-shaped torso waistly abundance, I don't usually buy from catalogs unless I have physically tried on an item and know it works for me. My inner thin person was quite tempted by this and this, but every time I splurge and buy something colorful that I love the look of, I end up not wearing it. I see it, I love it, I buy it, and then as I am getting dressed in it, I look in the mirror and think, "All I need to complete this outfit is a spongy red nose! Also? Some big floppy shoes and a bicycle horn!"

This is why I have a closet full black clothes, none of which go together very well. It wasn't too difficult to restrain myself until I saw these:

These shoes spoke to me. They said, "We are red, and while adding height to your stumpy frame, will not butcher your feet! You need to bring us home, because we will add zing to all of your boring black clothing! No one will notice that all your blacks don't match with us on your tootsies!" I'm easily swayed by the color red, so I let the sweet-talking shoes convince me.

I am also diggin' on several of the items over on Firebox. For example, I can't even describe how much I love this clock.

Pepper is diggin' on Judy Moody and Webkinz. She received several more of the Webkinz for her birthday, and is having fun with them. She is also diggin' on making up her own knock-knock jokes:

(Yeah, I don't get it, either.)

She is also drawing a lot lately, and I just love finding her drawings around the house. When I clean up, I usually find a few that crack me up:

Finding these unselfconsciously strewn about the house gives me a little burst of joy, a little "ZAP!" of happy, like biting into a single jellybean.

She is also enjoying spending her birthday cash. I know I was making fun of the bling just a few days ago, but there is bling and then there is BLING!


Peanut is diggin' on being chatty, mostly having conversations with himself. It was hard to believe that the day would ever come when I would tire of hearing him babble, but that day is here. I find myself barking "Zip it!" rudely in his direction. Make it stop, please. Someone.

He is also diggin' on this book, a household classic. A decade ago, my brother bought these three books for my sister (who was expecting her first child) as a Christmas present.

I remember the whole family passing the books around on Christmas morning, howling with appalled laughter, while my brother nodded his head and looked at us Not-Yet-Parents pityingly. Now I also know better, and if we find something clear cut and simple, we stick with it, even if I have a hard time reading the subtitle "The Story of Farts" without automatically dropping my voice to whisper the word "fart." Thanks, Mom!

The renewed popularity of this book also means that an old house rule has been revived. In order the keep the bathroom humor to a minimum, we have a simple rule: bathroom jokes are only allowed in the bathroom. Thus, if they want to snicker and whisper "diarrhea" to each other, they must go into the bathroom to do it. It's actual one of the better "On The Spot" rules I've come up with over the years.

Dr. V. is diggin' on spring training. Wahoo! He's also suddenly in the mood to buy the furniture I've been wanting. I am having fun referring to our new pitcher as "Andrew Dice Clay" just to torture Dr. V., but I guess I should have listed that under things *I* was diggin' on. I'm sure he is diggin' on other things, but since this has been an ass-kicking couple of weeks for him work-wise, I'm guessing "sleep" is what he'd pick as his main "Diggin' On It" item.

Labels: diggin' on it, kids, shoes