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Puppet head on a stick continues to haunt us, and that means he is still here during the holidays. If you missed the original puppet head on a stick, catch up here .  My family drove up late last night, and while we all went to bed, mi familia stayed up late, partying with puppet head on a stick. Let's start with the daily activities of puppet head on a stick, shall we? And then we can make our way down to the photo essay on puppet head on the stick meeting my family for the holidays. Here is puppet head on a stick helping to decorate the tree. Puppet head on a stick is slightly sacrilegious. 'Sup,  Caga Tio ! Fa la la la la... la la la la! Stocking stuffer.... Here he is reading over Violet's shoulder. Rude. Is it me or does Ivy look like she was not expecting him to be there just then? And now, introducing a photo essay entitled, " Mi Familia con El Payaso. " Enjoy! Meet mi madre . This explains a lot about me, am...

One of my pet peeves is broken toys. But what if one of those toys is a pop up clown puppet? And what if the puppet head on a stick is all that is left of it? Well, if you are not afraid of clowns then maybe you should be. Because clown puppet heads on a stick will frickin' haunt you.      

Today was ballet class for Ivy (left). Not any ballet class, a class at Fairytales & Tutus . I am secretly obsessed with this ballet studio. When I say "secretly" I mean in the way that press releases and Facebook updates are secret. Like really, really private. So private, in fact, that it's the topic of one of the articles I wrote for the Desert Companion. Some things you just have to hold close to the chest. The girls dress up during each class as a different fairy tale theme and incorporate it into dance. Today's theme was Thumbelina . If you have a young daughter, I highly recommend Fairytales & Tutus to stimulate both their imagination and the development of their gross motor skills. And rest assured that when you see your daughter dressed up in all sorts of adorable costumes, you will become a parental paparazzo jockeying for position at the viewing window with your camera. It's inevitable. Like manifest destiny. Or like being in the drive-thru a...

Ivy: Look, mom your belly is really popping out!! Me (sucking it in): How’s that, better? Ivy: No, its still just popping out. Me (thinking, “That’s sad, I am sucking it in as hard as I can!”): Oh well… Ivy: Mom, I love your belly, its soooo cute! (pats my stomach, gives me a hug and rests her head on my belly) Me: Ummm… thanks. Ivy (lifts up my shirt): Hello, belly! Ivy then grabs my fat roll and makes my belly button speak like a puppet. “Hello, Ivy!” (in a deeper voice) She gasps in surprise, “Oh! Mommy your belly said hi to me!” Me (sighing): Yeaaaah…huh. How ’bout that. Ivy: Awwww, your belly loves me! Aaaaaaannnnd, SCENE!