Name That Bischon

Phrogbottoms:


Hey, we have had this wonderful little, new member of the family Davi for 3 days and we noticed something missing. She has no name. We think it is time. There have been some fabulous names suggested. Please refer to the following names and pick the one you like or add a new one. Mom and I will make the decision in the next two days and it will be announced at dinner on Sunday at 6:00 pm Mountain Daylight Time. Names may or may not be female (it has never mattered before), preferably of Celtic derevation and have 2 sylabyles (sp). Have at it family. I'll bet the grandchildren will have the best names. Here is the list so far:

Lilly Belle Bryn
Lilly Maddie
Missy Misty
Miss-E Sophie
Zoey Gracie
Sadie Fiona
Sister Rose
Sissy Lucy
Sassy Door Belle

The petigree papers show that for several generations the women in the family line all had the name Belle attached. Anyway please give us your best names.

More dirty phroggy faces

Christmas Eve clown face

Lipstick face

Utelovin Phrogs face off

Since Missletoe didn't specify how many pictures we could post of each child I posted a few of my favorites. Enjoy!

The Classic Spaghetti Face. Check out those two little chompers and those big beautiful eyes.

The camping face -yogurt with a little encrusted boogars Click to get a better view.

Spaghetti face with crusted over chicken pox and a band-aid mustache.
And my all time favorite PUDDING all over the face. This picture is courtesy of little Missy. That cute girl always snaps a picture of my boys when they do something adorable.
I know these faces are not dirty, but I couldn't resist putting them up.

Some Philthy Phrogs...

New Insight On The Old Family Couch

As I was chasing around three agile little Toads this morning to scrub down their filthy little faces, I was reminded of being chased myself by Glama. I have to admit, part of the reason I put forth the effort to chase and scrub the kids before taking them into public is due to Mom's insistence that NO PHROGBOTTOM would EVER be seen in public with an icky face. Too big of a disgrace. I remember hearing the water running in the bathroom sink and running like a mad girl to the couch. Then I would bury my face as deep as I could into the corner. Hey! There were a lot of us and if you managed to be one of the lucky ones to secure a couch corner you were untouchable.... well, at least until all of the other's had been scrubbed. Then Mom would snag those of us with our faces buried in the couch and rake that rough wash cloth (now filthy from all the other's grime) over our faces. ...or at least what was left of the grime. Now that I have to scrub down my own couch on a regular basis, I have no doubt that a lot of the face cleaning was done before the wash cloth came into the picture. Don't give any of my Toad's any ideas, my couch is filthy enough, the last thing I need is a memorial of every meal, snack, or cup of chocolate milk.

So here is the part where I was going to introduce the, "Filthy Face-Off". The idea was to post pics of grimey little grandbaby faces and have Bampa and Glama judge who is the ickiest. While I know the Phrogbottoms love a little competition, I'm not sure Glama and Bampa want to be exposed to choosing favorites. ....wait a minute... what am I saying? They obviously have no problem in that arena. It is no secret who is #1 with them (I think you are the best too Glama and Bampa!) So let the games begin! Post your grubby little pictures here! I will send the prize. Glama and Bampa, you are the judges... unless you choose to make an entry yourselves. Then you must find a disinterested party to pass the buck to.

Here are the rules:

1. Picture must be a Phrogbottom (which is of course any original Phrogbottom (see 1996 family photo where I earned the name "BIG MISSY"), Phrogbottom by marriage, Phrogbottom by lineage, or Phrogbottom pet).

2. Photo can be from past or present.

3. No photo-shop. We want the real deal.

4. All entries must be posted on Phrogbottom Phorum by March 16th. Winner will be announced on St. Patty's Day.

Happy sloppy eating!

Missy Davis Bennion's Wart Removal

When Missy was in high school we noticed her limping around the house. She finally admitted to having an enormous wart on the bottom of her foot. She had tried self surgery several times but it kept coming back. Mom made an appointment with the family "wart" doctor and I was assigned to take her on the adventure.

After the customary humility tour of his waiting room the good doctor saw us in an examination room. He took one look at the infected wart and looked at me like I was a sadistic serial child abuser. His frown said it all. "What kind of a family let's their most precious daughter suffer such pain and indignity." He leaves the room (I was really expecting him to return with a case worker from DCFS or at least a SLC police squad in SWAT gear) but it was only a needle full of wart killing poison.

There we were Missy stretched out on the table, the doctor poised to start the multiple injections and me holding the cowering Missy in my arms. Her usual self-assurance was gone and she was poised for pain. When he started the injections her whole body tensed up. But in classic Davis fashion Missy and I began laughing. First it was nervous little tee hees but by the time the good doctor was finished we were into serious (and loud) belly laughs. I wonder if the doctor noticed there were tears streaming down both of our faces?

Glama Toosie's Green Thumbs

When Glama Toosie was here 2 major things happened. She received her new name "Glama Toosie" and Glama instilled a hankering within me to want to garden.

 Here's the scoop, we hit up Costco for some choice roast for dinner when Mom saw the flowers. A flat for $10. She kept looking back as we walked further and further past them. It was killing her, all of the people with the flowers, virtually everyone with flats in their carts. Yeah I saw them too but I didn't seem to notice them so much, yup they were pretty but so are all flowers. What would I do with a flat of flowers anyway. Glama made up her mind, I had to have the flowers and she was going to plant them. So be it. Truth is, I love them. I go out the front door to see my LOVELY flowers Glama planted for me all of the time. Thanks MOM!

When I was a kid I remember thinking gardening was for old people and I was never going to do it. Now I want to plant a beautiful little garden on my front porch/yard. I packed up the family today and headed down to Home Depot so I could look around in the gardening section. We got there and I realized it is overwhelming. So I propose this to Glama Toosie, perhaps you can update the phrogbottom phorum with the developments of your hill this spring and provide all of your lovely gardening fans with some tips and tricks. What flowers are the easiest to maintain? When would I water them? What kind of flowers dont need much sun? We all know Glama knows the answers and more. Time to spill it. If you do it I will keep you posted on the development of my budding garden as well. You in?

The other major event was simple, Davis Calls Glama, Glama Toosie. Its perfect and I vote for it sticking.