Razzle Dazzle Dollies

Does pink spandex, super poofy hair and jazz hands bring back memories for anyone? Ahh... those were the days. I LOVED Razzle Dazzle. And now that I have new perspective as a mother, I can imagine how much fun it was to watch your three poof heads shake their groove thing. And while your little dancing dollies got all of the fame, it was our mom who deserves the credit. Not just for running us to lessons a couple of times each week, but also the private lessons with Sheila Ishi, not to mention the performances. There was a lot that went into being a Razzle Dazzle Mommy. I remember sitting through a lengthy seminar with you just about big hair. I remember your commitment to making sure ours was the biggest. The regimen went like this: first you braided my hair, then soaked my hair with hair spray, then rolled it up in sponge curlers for the night. Then you would repeat the process 2 more times on 2 more wiggly heads. In the morning the sponge curlers and braids would come out and the ratting began, followed by the rest of the can of hair spray. And then there was still half a head of bangs to curl and spray. Now that is dedication. And let's face it, we looked so stinkin' cute that you went through the full routine again (on 4 wiggly heads!) for church (while we watched Love Boat).

I am glad that you went through the effort. Afterall, it paid off. I was the only 7th grader to make the dance team at Granite Park Jr. High... Actually, I am not sure if that is commentary on the pool of awkward girls at the school or my own flashy dancing skills, but the point is the dancing gave me confidence. Confidence is big, especially when you are 12. Thank-you for knowing this.

I was hoping to put together a little "Surfin' U.S.A." routine with the kiddies for you, but they are far less receptive to my dancing instruction than Mindurs, Cincha, and Nerz were. They were more into snapping photos... so here you go...

The "Bushy Bushy Blonde Hair-do"

I've still got it baby!

Even if it hurts...YAOOOW!

Happy Birthday Glama! We all love your groove thing very much!

Pinkalicious!

Charlene, You have created a MONSTER! Never has a book been loved more. When it was Abz turn to pick a treat for FHE, there was no doubt... only PINK CUPCAKES would do. You ALMOST have converted Abz to a a pink girl from a purple lover, but not quite. She is always testing my devotion to the color too, "Mom, which one, pink or purple?" I usually choose pink. "Good choice." Then she hands me the pink horse, the pink unicorn, and the pink princesses (big and little) and we read Pinkalicious. After which we play princess, myself assuming all of the pink figures and her handling all of the purple. Even Pops has conceded. Pinkalicious is his favorite book.

Thanks for sending all of the fun!

"I didn't know deers could do this."

I think maybe one or two of you might get it.

Everyone needs to check out our new web pages. www.melissaandbriandavis.com

When I "Grow UP", I Want To Be Nerseyfers!

Ready to blast off....5-4-3-2-1
BLAST OFF!







The "Fast" Rocket has the cushie seat.

The "Slow" Rocket has room for a friend.

Yesterday 2 boxes containing a new crib set for the K-Man arrived at the home. After carefully admiring the crib set, Coach, Ashie, Nersey and I saw a great potential for wonderful toys in the boxes the crib set came in. Ashie climbed into the smallest box and started to flap the two sides of the boxes and called it his rocket. Earlier in the day, he had brought his rocket book to Glama's to be read. Coach jumped into the larger box. Ahhh...we all caught the vision. I was ready to grab the magic markers and start to draw a control panel when Nersey ran for the scissors while I got the markers. She quickly started cutting a round dash board, then drawing the control panel. It was at that point, Ashie noticed he was in the smaller of the two boxes and his little brother Coach had the larger box. That just was not going to do.....He wanted the bigger rocket.

Nersy thinking quickly told the boys the smaller was the "FAST" rocket and the bigger one was the "Slow" rocket because it was so very large it could not move as quickly. She took the scraps she cut away from the steering wheel and wrote "Fast" on one piece and attached it to the back of the rocket with blue painters tape as the tail fin. (Yes some of you might recognize the same tape used to keep our dryer switch working correctly.) Then she attached the other piece on the back of the "Slow" rocket for its tail fin. The boys helped Nersey as she cut the window on the big rocket and made the control panel. They gleefully took the markers and colored their rockets. Nersey even made a comfortable seat with some of the packing material in the smaller rocket to make it more desirable and added a toilet paper tube on the back....

The boys loved their rockets....but Nersey made it even better by adding special helmets to be worn while flying the rockets out of tin foil. You have got to love her creative, twisted mind. Who thinks of this stuff. What great fun was had by all of us. Thanks Nersey for your creative soul....I want to grow up to be you. You are so much fun!

Tadpole is Ready for Mt. Olympus...

Tadpole has become board with the climbing challenges around this place. He craves something with a little more majesty than the toilet and the dining room table...

Halloweenies!!!!

Hello Davis Fam-Damnly,

I know this post is a bit past season but I figure it is better late then never, besides if retail stores can start setting up for Christmas just after labor day I should be able to enjoy Halloween for a couple of extra weeks right? This year I thought it would be fun to make sugar cookies and frost them with the Franci when they came up for Sunday dinner (for the record these photo's were taken like two weeks before Halloween). Since K-Man is not at the age of appriciating cookie decorating I knew I had to turn to Ash and Coach and boy did these guys pull through. They were so much fun they knew exactly how this was done. Uncle Cookie made the dough of course and Uncle B supervised and gave good instructions on how to get as much frosting on the cookie as possible. Even Bampa got pulled into the action making sure that his cookie had every color of frosting on it. I am thinking that for Christmas we might need to borrow the brother's Franci again to decorate a gingerbread house!