I was going to tell you that I'm on picture strike until we find the USB cord that connects the computer to the camera... however after much searching, I found it. Instead, I'll tell you to check out my new knitting blog, Knit One Blog Too. Any comments about my wittiness are greatly appreciated.
I'll have new pictures uploaded shortly.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Saturday, February 24, 2007
I Was Just
Every once in a while a phrase comes along that you wonder where it came from and when it will go away. My day went a little something like this...
"I was just... looking at the pony fruit snacks."
"I was just... looking for Monkey." (as toys are thrown wily nily out of the box)
"I was just... looking at the cake."
"I was just... touching the pitcher of juice." (balanced precariously on the edge of the counter)
"I was just... wiping Lily's face." (with her foot)
"I was just... tapping Lily's head." (again, with her foot)
"I was just... looking at the treasure chest."
"I was just... pulling Aggie's tail."
"I was just..." Grinding the croutons into the chair, shaking applesauce off my hand, hiding so Mommy couldn't put me on the potty. Basically, you name it, she "was just" today.
On the other hand, she took a 3 hour nap and I was able to get quite a bit of scrapbooking done in that time. Even though Lily didn't nap at the same time, I was able to keep Lily entertained while I worked.
"I was just... looking at the pony fruit snacks."
"I was just... looking for Monkey." (as toys are thrown wily nily out of the box)
"I was just... looking at the cake."
"I was just... touching the pitcher of juice." (balanced precariously on the edge of the counter)
"I was just... wiping Lily's face." (with her foot)
"I was just... tapping Lily's head." (again, with her foot)
"I was just... looking at the treasure chest."
"I was just... pulling Aggie's tail."
"I was just..." Grinding the croutons into the chair, shaking applesauce off my hand, hiding so Mommy couldn't put me on the potty. Basically, you name it, she "was just" today.
On the other hand, she took a 3 hour nap and I was able to get quite a bit of scrapbooking done in that time. Even though Lily didn't nap at the same time, I was able to keep Lily entertained while I worked.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Proof
For all of you clamoring for pictures (that makes it sound like more than 2 people actually read my blog) here is proof that we did actually have snow at one point this winter. Addie doesn't actually look all that thrilled about it. It could be because Adam put her in a snowsuit that's too small and in Lily's mittens!
Snow is one of her favorite things though. Eating fresh snow is right up there in her book with picking apples. Sledding on the other hand is a little scary. She's not quite ready to be a speed demon!
R-U-N-N-O-F-T
Well, it happened. Wormy dun r-u-n-n-o-f-t. I can't find him anywhere. Addie says she doesn't know where Wormy is either and is very distressed by the fact that Wormy is gone. I'm guessing that Wormy has found a nice little purse to hide in for the duration. However, in Wormy's absense, I have started wearing a different watch. Addie was very excited when she saw it and immediately said, "WORMY!" I had to explain that this is not Wormy, it is his brother Squirmy. "Oh Sammy." No honey, it's Squirmy. "Oh Sammy, I missed you too."
Had I known that the "Squ" sound was so hard to make I would have named the watch something else. According to my sister the teacher, she may not be able to pronounce that sound until she's a few years older. Oh well.
Had I known that the "Squ" sound was so hard to make I would have named the watch something else. According to my sister the teacher, she may not be able to pronounce that sound until she's a few years older. Oh well.
Oh Oh
Lily is now repeating things that we say. This weekend she was saying "oh oh" pretty consistently as she dropped food off her tray. This morning she also tried saying "Addie" when we heard Addie talking upstairs. No Momma or Dada yet... no walking yet. All of which are good things in my book. I don't want her to grow up yet, I'm not ready!
Friday, February 16, 2007
I a boy
I was getting Addie into her jammies tonight while she was entertaining herself by looking into the mirror.
"Look Mamma, I a boy." putting her hands onto her ears
"What honey?"
"Look Momma, I a boy. No... I a big girl!"
I realized that she's not putting her hands onto her ears, she's squishing her pigtails close to her head so it looks like she has short hair! In her mind, the only difference between girls and boys is that girls have long hair! It reminds me of our friend Eliot and his facination with ginas.
"Look Mamma, I a boy." putting her hands onto her ears
"What honey?"
"Look Momma, I a boy. No... I a big girl!"
I realized that she's not putting her hands onto her ears, she's squishing her pigtails close to her head so it looks like she has short hair! In her mind, the only difference between girls and boys is that girls have long hair! It reminds me of our friend Eliot and his facination with ginas.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Happy Birthday Em!
I am such a procrastinator! I have been thinking about blogging Addie's recent haircut since Friday night (8 hours before the hair was actually cut). I took the camera with us to the hair stylist, took several pictures, and.... nothing. Not a darn blog written. Maybe it's because I wasn't sure if I liked it yet. Maybe it's because I am absolutely positively exhaused. So exhausted I fell asleep on the couch last night (something I only seem to do while pregnant or staying up until 2 am watching a bad movie - neither of which I am/did.) Seriously exhausted.
Ok, shake it off. Drink some coffee, eat some yummy homemade apple pie. Ok.
So here's the story. On Friday night I gave Addie a bath. After the bath it took over 30 minutes for me to brush her hair. 30 minutes of kicking, screaming and hitting. If I had 2 more hands I would have been able to do it. Since it isn't very common for 2 more hands to be lurking around my house, I completely lost my temper. Addie was yelling at me, I was yelling at her, and Lily was scared of both of us. Early the next morning I called the stylist and got an appointment. I told them we'd be cutting 7-10 inches off and donating it to Locks of Love. I went to the Locks of Love website and printed off their donation form. By the time our appointment had rolled around I realized that cutting off 10 inches would leave her with a boys haircut. Cute, but super short. I wasn't sure I could do that to her.
So we compromised. It's a shoulder length bob. Addie still doesn't want me touching it, but at least it combs more easily. It looks much less wild. It's still long enough that we can pull it back from her face and put it in pigtails. It's really pretty cute. (Especially in the Elmo hair pretties she got for Valentine's Day.)
Now if I can just stop feeling guilty for loosing my temper with her.
I am such a procrastinator! I have been thinking about blogging Addie's recent haircut since Friday night (8 hours before the hair was actually cut). I took the camera with us to the hair stylist, took several pictures, and.... nothing. Not a darn blog written. Maybe it's because I wasn't sure if I liked it yet. Maybe it's because I am absolutely positively exhaused. So exhausted I fell asleep on the couch last night (something I only seem to do while pregnant or staying up until 2 am watching a bad movie - neither of which I am/did.) Seriously exhausted.
Ok, shake it off. Drink some coffee, eat some yummy homemade apple pie. Ok.
So here's the story. On Friday night I gave Addie a bath. After the bath it took over 30 minutes for me to brush her hair. 30 minutes of kicking, screaming and hitting. If I had 2 more hands I would have been able to do it. Since it isn't very common for 2 more hands to be lurking around my house, I completely lost my temper. Addie was yelling at me, I was yelling at her, and Lily was scared of both of us. Early the next morning I called the stylist and got an appointment. I told them we'd be cutting 7-10 inches off and donating it to Locks of Love. I went to the Locks of Love website and printed off their donation form. By the time our appointment had rolled around I realized that cutting off 10 inches would leave her with a boys haircut. Cute, but super short. I wasn't sure I could do that to her.
So we compromised. It's a shoulder length bob. Addie still doesn't want me touching it, but at least it combs more easily. It looks much less wild. It's still long enough that we can pull it back from her face and put it in pigtails. It's really pretty cute. (Especially in the Elmo hair pretties she got for Valentine's Day.)
Now if I can just stop feeling guilty for loosing my temper with her.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Note to Self
1.) If a baby who normally sleep most of the night is up every 3 hours 2 days in a row, perhaps there is a reason. It might even be due to the top two teeth coming in.
2.) Do not (in an attempt to make the house look cleaner) put the baby's Orajel out into the mudroom when it is 20 below zero outside. Gels will freeze solid.
3.) Always have a back-up supply of Orajel stashed somewhere in the house. Babies do not enjoy frozen Orajel rubbed onto their gums.
4.) When you find said stashed Orajel, baby will still not like it rubbed into their gums.
5.) Babies with Orajel on their gums are lousy nursers. It must have something to do with the fact that half their mouth is numb.
5.b.) Babies get very mad at their mothers when they are unable to nurse effectively.
6.) Babies with 2 teeth coming in do not like you to touch their new teeth. However, they are inordinately proud any teeth already in.
2.) Do not (in an attempt to make the house look cleaner) put the baby's Orajel out into the mudroom when it is 20 below zero outside. Gels will freeze solid.
3.) Always have a back-up supply of Orajel stashed somewhere in the house. Babies do not enjoy frozen Orajel rubbed onto their gums.
4.) When you find said stashed Orajel, baby will still not like it rubbed into their gums.
5.) Babies with Orajel on their gums are lousy nursers. It must have something to do with the fact that half their mouth is numb.
5.b.) Babies get very mad at their mothers when they are unable to nurse effectively.
6.) Babies with 2 teeth coming in do not like you to touch their new teeth. However, they are inordinately proud any teeth already in.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Last Man Standing
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