Peabody and I stayed home from church because she felt warm-ish. Since I haven't walked Mama Dog, like, at all this whole week, I decided to throw the Pheebs in the stroller and go for a mosey. As we were getting ready to leave I realized that Eric had driven my car to church ... with my car key ... and my only house key.
"Rats!" I said, "Daddy has my keys!" I wondered what to do: forget about the walk? Leave a door unlocked? But before I got very far in my thoughts the not-quite-three-year-old piped up.
"You can take Daddy's keys," she said matter-of-factly.
Well, duh. So I did. And then I wrote it here so you can know that my kid is smarter than I am.
April 21, 2013
April 19, 2013
The Mama and the Boogie Get Their Hairs Cut
The Boogie has been asking for a year to have her hair cut short like her cousin EK. I was decidedly against it. I loved her long hair and determined that as long as I was the one washing, combing, brushing, and braiding it, I got to be the one who decided how long it would be. My love for it has faded greatly over the past few months. As pretty as it was, well, the tangles just weren't worth it. And I couldn't ever make it look nice and stay looking nice. Stray wisps fell out of every braid and ponytail and hung into her face. So a little while ago, I told her that she could get it cut for her birthday on one condition: she had to have enough cut off to donate.
She started to have some second thoughts over the last few days but I was determined, and really hyped it up. By the time we got to the salon she was giddy and giggling with excitement! All along it has been my plan to donate my hair as well.
Before:
During:
She manned the camera while I had my turn.
She also took a lot of self-portraits, and apparently at one point had someone take a picture of her! I couldn't see her while I was having my hair cut but could hear her giggling and talking. Every now and then I'd catch her reflection in a mirror as she talked to the receptionist.
Her donation ponytails are about 11 inches long, and mine are about 8. I think hers could have been longer had they been gathered together a little differently before cutting. But 11 inches is pretty good!
At bedtime after we prayed she asked, "Can I just go get a drink of water and look in the mirror?" One final look before sleep. We're both very happy with our new 'dos.
She started to have some second thoughts over the last few days but I was determined, and really hyped it up. By the time we got to the salon she was giddy and giggling with excitement! All along it has been my plan to donate my hair as well.
Before:
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| She doesn't look happy! But she actually was. |
During:
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| I love the look on her face |
She also took a lot of self-portraits, and apparently at one point had someone take a picture of her! I couldn't see her while I was having my hair cut but could hear her giggling and talking. Every now and then I'd catch her reflection in a mirror as she talked to the receptionist.
Her donation ponytails are about 11 inches long, and mine are about 8. I think hers could have been longer had they been gathered together a little differently before cutting. But 11 inches is pretty good!
At bedtime after we prayed she asked, "Can I just go get a drink of water and look in the mirror?" One final look before sleep. We're both very happy with our new 'dos.
So
You guys. The status of my house is stressing me out. I'm so over tools in the living room and a Bagster in the driveway. I look at dusty furniture and think that I really, really need to do something about that ... but I can't bring myself to start because one thing will surely lead to another and the next thing I know my bedroom will be all torn apart and I won't have taught school or gone for a walk or cleaned the kitchen.
To Do lists are my friends. I like to break tasks down into small pieces so I don't get overwhelmed, and also so that at the end of the day it looks like I did a LOT. Also if I do something that's not on the list, I write it on the list so that I can cross it off.
I did undust the living room which was the worst room. I took before and after pics of the piano -- since it is directly down the hall from the bathroom it got the worst of the dust.
But the whole living room pretty much looked like that. So yeah. That was fun to clean.
The bathroom is primed and I painted the ceiling last night. The plan was to start getting color on the walls today but my back hurts and I'm skeered to make it worse. I might wait a day and see how I feel. Meanwhile the tub is usable! It's nice to be able to bathe the girls at home. Eric and I still go shower at 52. Once the walls are painted we can put the shower curtain back up which will be fantastic ... hmm, maybe I'll take my chances and paint today after all ... I can always go to the chiropractor, right?
The Boogie's birthday is coming up. Five has been a good age. Last night she got all teary about turning six. She said she doesn't want to turn six because she likes five and also because five is her favorite number. She's getting so big and learning so much and taking on more responsibility, but I forget that really she's still just a little girl. We had lunch with the office last week to celebrate the doctor's 65th birthday. His cake had a six candle and a five candle on it. The Boogie was across the table from him so the numbers were backwards to her. "Hey!" she exclaimed excitedly, "I'm going from five to six too!" Of course he gave her the candles after he blew them out, and then he gave her the 3-foot-tall numeral balloons too.
Both girls had dentist appointments the other day. No cavities, praise the Lord, although Peabody has some spots on two molars that the dentist is going to watch. That's exactly how the Boogie's cavities started. *sigh* The Boogie had a panoramic x-ray to check on some things and it looks like she has one possibly abnormal adult tooth, and no adult teeth in a couple of other places. It won't matter for a few years but it's a bummer.
I took a funny video of Peabody and when I was looking for it on the memory card I found this one:
And this is the other one.
She cracks me up.
To Do lists are my friends. I like to break tasks down into small pieces so I don't get overwhelmed, and also so that at the end of the day it looks like I did a LOT. Also if I do something that's not on the list, I write it on the list so that I can cross it off.
I did undust the living room which was the worst room. I took before and after pics of the piano -- since it is directly down the hall from the bathroom it got the worst of the dust.
The bathroom is primed and I painted the ceiling last night. The plan was to start getting color on the walls today but my back hurts and I'm skeered to make it worse. I might wait a day and see how I feel. Meanwhile the tub is usable! It's nice to be able to bathe the girls at home. Eric and I still go shower at 52. Once the walls are painted we can put the shower curtain back up which will be fantastic ... hmm, maybe I'll take my chances and paint today after all ... I can always go to the chiropractor, right?
The Boogie's birthday is coming up. Five has been a good age. Last night she got all teary about turning six. She said she doesn't want to turn six because she likes five and also because five is her favorite number. She's getting so big and learning so much and taking on more responsibility, but I forget that really she's still just a little girl. We had lunch with the office last week to celebrate the doctor's 65th birthday. His cake had a six candle and a five candle on it. The Boogie was across the table from him so the numbers were backwards to her. "Hey!" she exclaimed excitedly, "I'm going from five to six too!" Of course he gave her the candles after he blew them out, and then he gave her the 3-foot-tall numeral balloons too.
Both girls had dentist appointments the other day. No cavities, praise the Lord, although Peabody has some spots on two molars that the dentist is going to watch. That's exactly how the Boogie's cavities started. *sigh* The Boogie had a panoramic x-ray to check on some things and it looks like she has one possibly abnormal adult tooth, and no adult teeth in a couple of other places. It won't matter for a few years but it's a bummer.
I took a funny video of Peabody and when I was looking for it on the memory card I found this one:
And this is the other one.
She cracks me up.
April 15, 2013
Allergies
Spring is here, for realz. The air is warmer. The grass is green and growing. Trees, bushes, and flowers are budding and blooming.
People are sneezing. Their noses are dripping. And their eyes are watering.
At least that's what's going on around here, anyway, plus some post-nasal-drip-related coughing.
Still, I'd rather have warmer temperatures and flowers, even if it means dealing with allergies. My Pops will tell me to take bee pollen, so I'll have to find some. I should have started taking it a month ago ... but it was still winter a month ago, so I didn't think about it then.
It's nice to go out without winter coats. It's really nice to wear flip-flops sometimes. It's lovely to open windows and air out the house.
Soon it will be hot and humid and everyone will be complaining about that. I really try not to, though. I figure if I'm going to gripe about cold and dry, I should enjoy warm and muggy.
There continues to be bathroom progress. Plumbing is completely done, all walls are sheet-rocked, and seams and nail holes have been taped and mudded and sanded and mudded and sanded and mudded. I bought paint! It's so pretty. But I'm not going to tell you what color it is. The suspense is killing you, right? I'll give you a hint: it's similar to a color we've already used somewhere else in the house.
Now that the majority of the sanding is over, I suppose I should finally do some undusting around here. Construction has totally ruined my dust-twice-a-year plan. It's pretty bad around here. Don't tell anyone, okay? Okay.
Here is Peabody in a dress that I brought home from Warshington last fall. My mom had saved all of the dresses she and my Mamaw made for me and Auntie Vee. I'm pretty sure Mamaw made this dress for my sister; Peabody was delighted to wear an "Auntie Vee" dress!
People are sneezing. Their noses are dripping. And their eyes are watering.
At least that's what's going on around here, anyway, plus some post-nasal-drip-related coughing.
Still, I'd rather have warmer temperatures and flowers, even if it means dealing with allergies. My Pops will tell me to take bee pollen, so I'll have to find some. I should have started taking it a month ago ... but it was still winter a month ago, so I didn't think about it then.
It's nice to go out without winter coats. It's really nice to wear flip-flops sometimes. It's lovely to open windows and air out the house.
Soon it will be hot and humid and everyone will be complaining about that. I really try not to, though. I figure if I'm going to gripe about cold and dry, I should enjoy warm and muggy.
There continues to be bathroom progress. Plumbing is completely done, all walls are sheet-rocked, and seams and nail holes have been taped and mudded and sanded and mudded and sanded and mudded. I bought paint! It's so pretty. But I'm not going to tell you what color it is. The suspense is killing you, right? I'll give you a hint: it's similar to a color we've already used somewhere else in the house.
Now that the majority of the sanding is over, I suppose I should finally do some undusting around here. Construction has totally ruined my dust-twice-a-year plan. It's pretty bad around here. Don't tell anyone, okay? Okay.
Here is Peabody in a dress that I brought home from Warshington last fall. My mom had saved all of the dresses she and my Mamaw made for me and Auntie Vee. I'm pretty sure Mamaw made this dress for my sister; Peabody was delighted to wear an "Auntie Vee" dress!
April 12, 2013
You're Going to Jail, Porkchop
Peabody is the Gum Queen. She is a responsible gum chewer, neither chomping on it loudly nor taking it out of her mouth to put it in places it ought not to be. Often I'll forget that she has any, and she'll chew the same piece for hours. She reminds me of Auntie Vee who, when she was a cute little curly-headed blonde preschooler, would make the rounds of everyone at church and ask for gum. (It got to the point where people were buying whole packs of gum to give to her when she asked. No lie.) While Peabody hasn't figured out that she can ask other people for gum, she does ask me for it all.the.time. We go through it so fast that I must limit her intake. No longer will I give her a piece right before church, because I know that as soon as she gets to the nursery she'll spit it out in order to eat animal crackers.
So it happened that just before leaving for church last night she asked for a piece of gum, and I told her no. Her jaw dropped in exaggerated disbelief for a few seconds, then she marched over to me, grabbed the front of my shirt in both hands, scowled up at me and exclaimed fiercely, "You goin' to jail, porkchop!"
I suppose only a Toy Story quote is adequate reprimand for the mother who withholds gum from her (almost) 3-year-old.
So it happened that just before leaving for church last night she asked for a piece of gum, and I told her no. Her jaw dropped in exaggerated disbelief for a few seconds, then she marched over to me, grabbed the front of my shirt in both hands, scowled up at me and exclaimed fiercely, "You goin' to jail, porkchop!"
I suppose only a Toy Story quote is adequate reprimand for the mother who withholds gum from her (almost) 3-year-old.
April 10, 2013
April
The girls are finishing dinner. Peabody begins to whine, "I no like dis 'tuff," poking at her eggs. "My tummy feel yucky."
The Boogie cleans her plate and asks for more biscuits and gravy.
"I wan' candy," Peabody announces.
"You can't have candy if your tummy hurts," the Boogie informs her.
"Honey, can I have candy?" Peabody asks.
"Does your tummy hurt?" I ask. She says it does. "You can't have candy if your tummy hurts," I tell her.
"Honey, my tummy feel all better!" she exclaims. "It not hurt anymore!"
"Oh, now it doesn't hurt," the Boogie rolls her eyes, "I guess she was just full of it."
The bathroom project is coming along. I will post pictures when it's all done. Eric should finish the plumbing tonight and install the last piece of shower surround. The walls are already 3/4 sheet-rocked, with only one wall to go (side note: I can't get used to calling it sheet rock. I've always called it drywall. Is this a regional thing?) I should be able to paint early next week, and then we can have the floor installed! It's going more slowly than I had hoped, but you know what they say ... double any estimate of time and money. Thankfully the money part hasn't been true ...
The toilet is still installed, so we've been able to stay here. Once again I'm thankful for family living nearby so we don't have to go far to shower. I'm very excited about a brand-new, never-been-used-by-anyone-else tub and shower. I keep telling the Boogie that I'm going to sleep in the new tub. "Honey!" she exclaims, as if she knows I'm not really going to sleep in the tub but she's not entirely sure that I won't. Maybe I will.
Since I'm going to be painting the bathroom and some door and window trim, and need to do some touching up in other places, I'm sort of tempted to do an accent wall or two. I don't know, though. I might do the necessary stuff and be all painted out.
The weather has warmed up beautifully this week with temperatures rising into the eighties. Today was lovely and warm but I can already tell a big difference from this afternoon, and tomorrow we're back to the sixties again. But hey, I'll take sixty-ish degree weather over the snow they're getting in other parts of the country. We're finally seeing some buds and blooms, too. And my daffodils! They are so cheery. I don't seem to have a picture of them. I should take one before they start to die! I should have planted tulips too, maybe I'll do that this fall.
Springtime and warmer weather makes me want to clean and purge. Now I just have to decide whether to have another yard sale or just make some more donations. Decisions, decisions ...
The Boogie cleans her plate and asks for more biscuits and gravy.
"I wan' candy," Peabody announces.
"You can't have candy if your tummy hurts," the Boogie informs her.
"Honey, can I have candy?" Peabody asks.
"Does your tummy hurt?" I ask. She says it does. "You can't have candy if your tummy hurts," I tell her.
"Honey, my tummy feel all better!" she exclaims. "It not hurt anymore!"
"Oh, now it doesn't hurt," the Boogie rolls her eyes, "I guess she was just full of it."
The bathroom project is coming along. I will post pictures when it's all done. Eric should finish the plumbing tonight and install the last piece of shower surround. The walls are already 3/4 sheet-rocked, with only one wall to go (side note: I can't get used to calling it sheet rock. I've always called it drywall. Is this a regional thing?) I should be able to paint early next week, and then we can have the floor installed! It's going more slowly than I had hoped, but you know what they say ... double any estimate of time and money. Thankfully the money part hasn't been true ...
The toilet is still installed, so we've been able to stay here. Once again I'm thankful for family living nearby so we don't have to go far to shower. I'm very excited about a brand-new, never-been-used-by-anyone-else tub and shower. I keep telling the Boogie that I'm going to sleep in the new tub. "Honey!" she exclaims, as if she knows I'm not really going to sleep in the tub but she's not entirely sure that I won't. Maybe I will.
Since I'm going to be painting the bathroom and some door and window trim, and need to do some touching up in other places, I'm sort of tempted to do an accent wall or two. I don't know, though. I might do the necessary stuff and be all painted out.
The weather has warmed up beautifully this week with temperatures rising into the eighties. Today was lovely and warm but I can already tell a big difference from this afternoon, and tomorrow we're back to the sixties again. But hey, I'll take sixty-ish degree weather over the snow they're getting in other parts of the country. We're finally seeing some buds and blooms, too. And my daffodils! They are so cheery. I don't seem to have a picture of them. I should take one before they start to die! I should have planted tulips too, maybe I'll do that this fall.
Springtime and warmer weather makes me want to clean and purge. Now I just have to decide whether to have another yard sale or just make some more donations. Decisions, decisions ...
April 2, 2013
The Little White House: Guess Which Room?
I'll give you three guesses, and the first two don't count:
(Your clue is the roll of toilet paper at the bottom of the picture.)
Good things are happening around here, people. Really good things. I've been taking pictures as we go along, and will post befores and durings and afters when it's all done. And you should know, I say "we" but I mean Eric and his brother. I helped a little during destruction, and I'll do the painting, but I don't know much (okay, anything) about plumbing, electrical, setting tubs, or hanging drywall, so my jobs right now are to keep kids out of the way and to clean up at the end of every day!
Good things are happening around here, people. Really good things. I've been taking pictures as we go along, and will post befores and durings and afters when it's all done. And you should know, I say "we" but I mean Eric and his brother. I helped a little during destruction, and I'll do the painting, but I don't know much (okay, anything) about plumbing, electrical, setting tubs, or hanging drywall, so my jobs right now are to keep kids out of the way and to clean up at the end of every day!
March 28, 2013
Spam
No, not this:
I mean internet spam. I don't get many spam comments but here are some recent ones I enjoyed:
"Hi to every body, it's my first pay a visit of this weblog; this web site contains amazing and truly fine information designed for readers."
Why, yes, my blog DOES contain amazing and truly fine information for readers.
"I am extremely impressed with your writing skills and also with the layout on your blog.
Is this a paid theme or did you customize it yourself?
Anyway keep up the nice quality writing, it's rare to see a great blog like this one nowadays."
Aw, shucks, you flatter me ...
Peabody has started getting up when she wakes up in the morning or after a nap. She used to stay in bed and call me. Now she comes to find me and says, "Hi Honey, look who here?"
I heard something fall in another room and called out, "What was that?" Peabody yelled back, "It was a crash!"
We went for a walk and at one point Peabody started bouncing in her seat in the front of the stroller. "Stop doing that," I told her. She quit for about a minute then started up again. "Please stop," I said more firmly. Again she ceased for about a minute then started again. This time I stopped the stroller so I could walk around and deal with her, but she bounced up just as I stopped and the forward momentum carried her right out of her seat. She landed on her hands and knees on the sidewalk and began to wail. Snickering, I comforted her while admonishing, "See what happens when you disobey?" I wish I had a video of that. I keep replaying it in my head and it makes me laugh every time.
She sings "Twinkle, Twinkle" like this: "Up up up up worl' so high, up up up up ..." then trails off because she can't remember what comes next.
The Boogie recently learned that there is such a thing as a dictionary. She is fascinated by a book full of words and their meanings. She asks us to look up words, any words. She opens it and points to a word and asks, "What about this one?"
One day the girls were watching The Cat in the Hat on PBS. The Boogie came to find me and said, "Thing One and Thing Two's words are really disappointing." Thing One and Thing Two speak gibberish.
"Hmm, are you sure you mean 'disappointing'?" I replied, figuring she meant to say something like confusing, "I don't think that means what you think it does."
"Well, I am really disappointed! I can't understand what they're saying!" she insisted.
Oh, well, in that case I guess she's right!
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| www.spam.com |
I mean internet spam. I don't get many spam comments but here are some recent ones I enjoyed:
"Hi to every body, it's my first pay a visit of this weblog; this web site contains amazing and truly fine information designed for readers."
Why, yes, my blog DOES contain amazing and truly fine information for readers.
"I am extremely impressed with your writing skills and also with the layout on your blog.
Is this a paid theme or did you customize it yourself?
Anyway keep up the nice quality writing, it's rare to see a great blog like this one nowadays."
Aw, shucks, you flatter me ...
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Peabody has started getting up when she wakes up in the morning or after a nap. She used to stay in bed and call me. Now she comes to find me and says, "Hi Honey, look who here?"
I heard something fall in another room and called out, "What was that?" Peabody yelled back, "It was a crash!"
We went for a walk and at one point Peabody started bouncing in her seat in the front of the stroller. "Stop doing that," I told her. She quit for about a minute then started up again. "Please stop," I said more firmly. Again she ceased for about a minute then started again. This time I stopped the stroller so I could walk around and deal with her, but she bounced up just as I stopped and the forward momentum carried her right out of her seat. She landed on her hands and knees on the sidewalk and began to wail. Snickering, I comforted her while admonishing, "See what happens when you disobey?" I wish I had a video of that. I keep replaying it in my head and it makes me laugh every time.
She sings "Twinkle, Twinkle" like this: "Up up up up worl' so high, up up up up ..." then trails off because she can't remember what comes next.
The Boogie recently learned that there is such a thing as a dictionary. She is fascinated by a book full of words and their meanings. She asks us to look up words, any words. She opens it and points to a word and asks, "What about this one?"
One day the girls were watching The Cat in the Hat on PBS. The Boogie came to find me and said, "Thing One and Thing Two's words are really disappointing." Thing One and Thing Two speak gibberish.
"Hmm, are you sure you mean 'disappointing'?" I replied, figuring she meant to say something like confusing, "I don't think that means what you think it does."
"Well, I am really disappointed! I can't understand what they're saying!" she insisted.
Oh, well, in that case I guess she's right!
March 21, 2013
Daylight Savings Time: A Long-Winded Post
So, daylight savings time.
I love it.
Please still be my friend.
I know I am probably far, far in the minority but I can't help it. I love it. I'm happy when it arrives. I enjoy it while it's here. I'm sad when it goes. I've traveled enough times across time zones for one measly hour to be (almost) nothing to adjust to. *insert finger snap* I'm not a morning person so having the extra hour of light at the end of the day makes me one happy girl.
Eric ran in his first 5K last weekend. Several people from our church and the cousins' school participated, including Eric's brothers and their dad. I'm really proud of him for doing it.
And just for the record, no, I didn't run, and honestly at this point I have no intention of running one. Running is not for this mama. Just thinking about it makes my knees hurt.
The forecast called for a winter mix of rain and snow that morning but thankfully it held off until that afternoon. It's been mostly cold and often miserable since. As my friend Mrs. Specktacular posted on Facebook, "When did we Spring Forward to October?" Seriously. I'm over this weather. Come on, now, Spring. Enough procrastinating.
The Boogie's friend T has been hanging out with us a lot lately while his mom has been in and out of the hospital due to pregnancy complications. He is a cute and funny little guy. If he sees me vacuuming he gets the toy vacuum and "helps." If he sees me emptying the dishwasher he asks to put away the silverware. If he sees me washing dishes he tells me he's a good dish washer, too! He tells me, "Let me know when you need me to help you." He has a brand-new beautiful baby sister now and I know he's going to be a very helpful big brother.
So, on to the mama journaling ...
We watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. At the very end the Boogie ran to tell me, "Honey, those colorful guys and the regular guys are fighting about the girls."
Peabody has developed an annoying habit of interrupting. If we don't stop talking when she starts, she just talks over our conversation. To be honest, I believe it is a parental fault -- this has probably been going on for a while without us realizing it, and is just now getting worse. I've been getting on her about it: "Don't talk when I'm talking!" One day the Boogie was eavesdropping.
"Don't talk when I'm talking," I instructed Peabody, "that is ..."
"Interjecting," the Boogie interjected, "it's called interjecting."
Well, I was going to say rude ... and maybe this is more of a widespread problem than originally observed ...
The obsession with all things Toy Story continues, though actual movie viewings have grown infrequent. Peabody knows them all apart and tells us, "I wanna watch To' 'tory 2." Both girls can quote many lines. I overheard Peabody one day saying, "And I packed your angry eyes just in case, and some cheese puffs." Her favorite is, "And some monkey chow! Monkey chow? What for? Well, for the monkeys, of course! Come on, monkeys!"
She tells us, "I am Bu' Ligh'year. I am a 'pace ranger, an' I have a laser!" Then she shoots us with her arm. "I have wings! Wanna see?" she asks. She pushes a pretend button on her chest and shoots her arms out to the sides. "I'n flyin'!" She races down the hall. She has a very vivid imagination and will entertain herself for long periods of time. I like to stand around the corner and listen to her.
I sang a special in church on Sunday. Afterwards P and I had this conversation:
P: "Honey, dat is good singin'!"
Me: "Thank you. Maybe one day you can sing a song in church."
P: "Yeah! I can sing" began singing "you got a friend ah me."
Me: "Oh, well, maybe ... OR maybe you could sing a song about Jesus!"
P, after considering for a moment: "Nah."
I sliced some bell peppers for dinner. The Boogie doesn't like them, though to her credit every now and then she will try a bite.
"Do you like peppers?" I asked Peabody.
"No," she replied.
"Do you like bell peppers?" I tried again. Her face brightened.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. She ate a piece of pizza and several slices of bell pepper then announced that she was finished.
"Would you like any more?" I asked. "Some more pizza?"
"No, I'n all done," she said.
"How about some more peppers?" I asked.
"Yes, please! More pepper. And dip," she added. She kept asking for more. When she finally got down from her chair she kept coming back to have just one more slice of pepper. I'm sure she ate a whole bell pepper by the time she was through.
When she wants someone to open a door for her she says, "Ding-dong," then knocks three times.
I gave her some Smarties after lunch one day a few weeks ago. Ever since then she asks for "fruities" after every.single.meal. "I'n all done," she says, "I'n ready for frooo'ies."
If she asks me something and I don't answer right away, she persists, "Yes or no, Honey? Yes, or no?"
I realized that she can't pronounce the letter "s" at the beginning of a word if it's immediately followed by a consonant. She can say sofa, sassy, and silly but story is 'tory and so forth. Some words sound like they begin with an "h". Today she told me something was 'tinky. "It h'mell like a conk!" A conk? A conk? What is a conk? The Boogie knew. "She means skunk!" she laughed. Oh. Of course, a 'kunk is 'tinky.
When I do something that makes Peabody laugh she tells me, "Honey, are you hilarious!"
If something is big she says, "It is who-MON-gous! It is whoooge!"
If she makes a mess she tells us, "It was a akkident. It was jus' a akkident."
I put her in her Disney princesses dress for church one night. "Ohhhh, dis is adorable," she crooned, stroking it.
Tonight I asked her, "Who do you love?"
"I love ... my Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"Who else?" I asked.
"I love ... Mommom."
"Who else?"
"I love ... Mama Dog."
"Who else?"
"I love ... you."
"I love you too," I said. "Who else do you love?"
"I love ... Lucy!"
Yes, she means Lucy Ricardo. Guess what her favorite episode was, though she only saw it once? "I wanna watch superhero Lucy!" she pleads.
And here are some random, blurry cell phone pictures:
I love it.
Please still be my friend.
I know I am probably far, far in the minority but I can't help it. I love it. I'm happy when it arrives. I enjoy it while it's here. I'm sad when it goes. I've traveled enough times across time zones for one measly hour to be (almost) nothing to adjust to. *insert finger snap* I'm not a morning person so having the extra hour of light at the end of the day makes me one happy girl.
Eric ran in his first 5K last weekend. Several people from our church and the cousins' school participated, including Eric's brothers and their dad. I'm really proud of him for doing it.
And just for the record, no, I didn't run, and honestly at this point I have no intention of running one. Running is not for this mama. Just thinking about it makes my knees hurt.
The forecast called for a winter mix of rain and snow that morning but thankfully it held off until that afternoon. It's been mostly cold and often miserable since. As my friend Mrs. Specktacular posted on Facebook, "When did we Spring Forward to October?" Seriously. I'm over this weather. Come on, now, Spring. Enough procrastinating.
The Boogie's friend T has been hanging out with us a lot lately while his mom has been in and out of the hospital due to pregnancy complications. He is a cute and funny little guy. If he sees me vacuuming he gets the toy vacuum and "helps." If he sees me emptying the dishwasher he asks to put away the silverware. If he sees me washing dishes he tells me he's a good dish washer, too! He tells me, "Let me know when you need me to help you." He has a brand-new beautiful baby sister now and I know he's going to be a very helpful big brother.
So, on to the mama journaling ...
We watched Seven Brides for Seven Brothers. At the very end the Boogie ran to tell me, "Honey, those colorful guys and the regular guys are fighting about the girls."
She professes to dislike onions in any form. If she finds them in
her food she complains about them and picks them out. However, she will
snarf down an everything bagel like nobody's business. One of these days
I'm going to break it to her that she's been eating onions in
those all along!
Peabody has developed an annoying habit of interrupting. If we don't stop talking when she starts, she just talks over our conversation. To be honest, I believe it is a parental fault -- this has probably been going on for a while without us realizing it, and is just now getting worse. I've been getting on her about it: "Don't talk when I'm talking!" One day the Boogie was eavesdropping.
"Don't talk when I'm talking," I instructed Peabody, "that is ..."
"Interjecting," the Boogie interjected, "it's called interjecting."
Well, I was going to say rude ... and maybe this is more of a widespread problem than originally observed ...
The obsession with all things Toy Story continues, though actual movie viewings have grown infrequent. Peabody knows them all apart and tells us, "I wanna watch To' 'tory 2." Both girls can quote many lines. I overheard Peabody one day saying, "And I packed your angry eyes just in case, and some cheese puffs." Her favorite is, "And some monkey chow! Monkey chow? What for? Well, for the monkeys, of course! Come on, monkeys!"
She tells us, "I am Bu' Ligh'year. I am a 'pace ranger, an' I have a laser!" Then she shoots us with her arm. "I have wings! Wanna see?" she asks. She pushes a pretend button on her chest and shoots her arms out to the sides. "I'n flyin'!" She races down the hall. She has a very vivid imagination and will entertain herself for long periods of time. I like to stand around the corner and listen to her.
I sang a special in church on Sunday. Afterwards P and I had this conversation:
P: "Honey, dat is good singin'!"
Me: "Thank you. Maybe one day you can sing a song in church."
P: "Yeah! I can sing" began singing "you got a friend ah me."
Me: "Oh, well, maybe ... OR maybe you could sing a song about Jesus!"
P, after considering for a moment: "Nah."
I sliced some bell peppers for dinner. The Boogie doesn't like them, though to her credit every now and then she will try a bite.
"Do you like peppers?" I asked Peabody.
"No," she replied.
"Do you like bell peppers?" I tried again. Her face brightened.
"Yes!" she exclaimed. She ate a piece of pizza and several slices of bell pepper then announced that she was finished.
"Would you like any more?" I asked. "Some more pizza?"
"No, I'n all done," she said.
"How about some more peppers?" I asked.
"Yes, please! More pepper. And dip," she added. She kept asking for more. When she finally got down from her chair she kept coming back to have just one more slice of pepper. I'm sure she ate a whole bell pepper by the time she was through.
When she wants someone to open a door for her she says, "Ding-dong," then knocks three times.
I gave her some Smarties after lunch one day a few weeks ago. Ever since then she asks for "fruities" after every.single.meal. "I'n all done," she says, "I'n ready for frooo'ies."
If she asks me something and I don't answer right away, she persists, "Yes or no, Honey? Yes, or no?"
I realized that she can't pronounce the letter "s" at the beginning of a word if it's immediately followed by a consonant. She can say sofa, sassy, and silly but story is 'tory and so forth. Some words sound like they begin with an "h". Today she told me something was 'tinky. "It h'mell like a conk!" A conk? A conk? What is a conk? The Boogie knew. "She means skunk!" she laughed. Oh. Of course, a 'kunk is 'tinky.
When I do something that makes Peabody laugh she tells me, "Honey, are you hilarious!"
If something is big she says, "It is who-MON-gous! It is whoooge!"
If she makes a mess she tells us, "It was a akkident. It was jus' a akkident."
I put her in her Disney princesses dress for church one night. "Ohhhh, dis is adorable," she crooned, stroking it.
Tonight I asked her, "Who do you love?"
"I love ... my Daddy!" she exclaimed.
"Who else?" I asked.
"I love ... Mommom."
"Who else?"
"I love ... Mama Dog."
"Who else?"
"I love ... you."
"I love you too," I said. "Who else do you love?"
"I love ... Lucy!"
Yes, she means Lucy Ricardo. Guess what her favorite episode was, though she only saw it once? "I wanna watch superhero Lucy!" she pleads.
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| http://superman.wikia.com/wiki/I_Love_Lucy |
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| I've been seeing a lot of this face lately |
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| Have I mentioned lately how much I dislike PlayDoh? It is relegated to the kitchen if playing with it outside is just not an option! |
March 9, 2013
Snow Day
When I woke up yesterday morning, it was snowing.
I was totally surprised. Normally I keep an eye on what the weather is going to do but this one caught me completely off-guard. I figured it would stop soon ... nope, it went on for most of the day, and then turned to rain.
The Boogie's friend T came over to spend the day with us, and off and on one of the kids would ask, "Can we go play in the snow?"
Here's the problem with kids going outside to play in the snow: it means I have to go outside, too. I am decidedly not a fan of being cold in any variation. So I kept putting them off and putting them off ... Finally I remembered seeing this idea and thought, bingo! That's what we'll do! (Check out that blog if you have littles, it's full of wonderful ideas.) T's daddy picked him up after naps so he didn't get to play with the snow -- wish I'd thought of it sooner so he could have had a chance, too.
The girls were occupied for quite a bit while I made dinner. Because it really wasn't all that cold outside, the snow was the perfect moldable consistency.
The girls kept complaining that their hands were cold. I'd encourage them to take a break so they could warm up, but they were powerless to resist the draw of snow on the dining room table.
What a great idea! For sure we will do this again, though hopefully not THIS winter. I don't want to see any more snow!
I was totally surprised. Normally I keep an eye on what the weather is going to do but this one caught me completely off-guard. I figured it would stop soon ... nope, it went on for most of the day, and then turned to rain.
The Boogie's friend T came over to spend the day with us, and off and on one of the kids would ask, "Can we go play in the snow?"
Here's the problem with kids going outside to play in the snow: it means I have to go outside, too. I am decidedly not a fan of being cold in any variation. So I kept putting them off and putting them off ... Finally I remembered seeing this idea and thought, bingo! That's what we'll do! (Check out that blog if you have littles, it's full of wonderful ideas.) T's daddy picked him up after naps so he didn't get to play with the snow -- wish I'd thought of it sooner so he could have had a chance, too.
The girls were occupied for quite a bit while I made dinner. Because it really wasn't all that cold outside, the snow was the perfect moldable consistency.
The girls kept complaining that their hands were cold. I'd encourage them to take a break so they could warm up, but they were powerless to resist the draw of snow on the dining room table.
What a great idea! For sure we will do this again, though hopefully not THIS winter. I don't want to see any more snow!
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