The other day, we were at Michelle's house for a birthday lunch and before we started eating, someone asked who wanted to say the blessing. Shaun turned to Bean and said, "Do you want to tell God thanks for the food?"
She nodded and then suddenly shouted, "No! Not God! Jesus!"
Okey dokey. We gave her the go ahead, but she wasn't done specifying, "And the big Jesus, not the little Jesus!"
Alrighty then.
Apparently, she and Ricky Bobby don't share the same affinity for praying to the sweet little baby Christmas Jesus.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Remember Me?!
Hi!
I'm alive!
We haven't been overtly busy over here, but now that C is increasingly mobile, it's tougher and tougher to sit at a computer while she's awake. And when she's asleep? Often, I am too. I seemed to have missed the first trimester tiredness, so my body is making up for lost time. I can seriously fall asleep sitting up. Heck, I think I could fall asleep standing if given the chance.
But I have SO MUCH TO POST!
This week in preview mode:
I'm alive!
We haven't been overtly busy over here, but now that C is increasingly mobile, it's tougher and tougher to sit at a computer while she's awake. And when she's asleep? Often, I am too. I seemed to have missed the first trimester tiredness, so my body is making up for lost time. I can seriously fall asleep sitting up. Heck, I think I could fall asleep standing if given the chance.
But I have SO MUCH TO POST!
This week in preview mode:
- C's 9 month update (I know, I KNOW! 9.5 month update).
- A fun review and giveaway of the snackish variety.
- Some answers to questions I've gotten from a few of you about baby products, etc.
- Pregnancy update. This will include the increasingly weird cravings I've been having.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
That'll Get You Some Looks in Public
After using the bathroom a little while ago, Bean called from the bathroom,
"Mommy! Help! I can't get my britches up!"
Except she forgot the r in britches.
I did a double take. I mean, we only listen to gangsta rap on the weekends!
(she's now got it, R and all)
(and yes, it's hilarious that she sometimes calls her pants "britches". Thank you Texas for that one)
"Mommy! Help! I can't get my britches up!"
Except she forgot the r in britches.
I did a double take. I mean, we only listen to gangsta rap on the weekends!
(she's now got it, R and all)
(and yes, it's hilarious that she sometimes calls her pants "britches". Thank you Texas for that one)
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Things I Learn in the Course of an Average Day
Every day comes chock full of lessons, no?
Here's what I learned yesterday:
1. Never underestimate the power of chocolate cake.
2. Is is not only possible, but probable that I am going to get spit up on at least 4 times a day. Three of these times will be after I changed clothes.
3. Having a dance party with a toddler is infinitely more fun than a dance party anywhere else.
4. When I toss my hands up and refuse to change my shirt after being spit up on, I will get peed on for emphasis.
5. I am sheerly amazed at how quickly I can fall asleep any time that I am still for more than 11 seconds at a time.
6. More shocking is the ability to snooze while my 3 year old is "brushing" my hair and serving lunch on my face.
7. The same kid who can sleep through an earthquake at times will instantly wake up if you blink too loudly.
8. Hearing my 3 year old tell me stories are the best parts of the day.
9. Well, aside from first thing in the morning. At that point I walk into C's room and she acts like she can't be more excited to see me. And when I go into Bean's room to ask how she slept, she always says, "Just wonderful! And beautiful!" That'll start your day off well.
10. We are entering into the squabbles stage of sibling-hood. I never knew how fast a dilapidated dinosaur could turn to what must be candy or sprinkles or something equally coveted. Because that's what it must be for my 3 year old to be willing to throw her entire body on top of it to prevent C from taking it for her own gummy pleasure.
11. Home is my absolute favorite place in the world to be.
12. C has sonar that senses exactly when I drop off into that weird place between sleeping and being awake. She'll wake from her own nap and call out at that exact moment every day.
13. My job is hard. It's exhausting. It's dirty. It can be mundane. It's generally the same every day. There's rarely a sick day or a personal day. It sometimes gets frustrating. The results are long term, most of the time. It's positively not glamorous. It smells weird. And even though I dream of sipping tropical drinks while being fanned by a large palm frond in my seat on the balmy beach of Tahiti, I wouldn't trade it. Cliche? Perhaps. But absolutely the truth.
(I wouldn't mind that chair by the beach for a few days, mind you :)
Here's what I learned yesterday:
1. Never underestimate the power of chocolate cake.
2. Is is not only possible, but probable that I am going to get spit up on at least 4 times a day. Three of these times will be after I changed clothes.
3. Having a dance party with a toddler is infinitely more fun than a dance party anywhere else.
4. When I toss my hands up and refuse to change my shirt after being spit up on, I will get peed on for emphasis.
5. I am sheerly amazed at how quickly I can fall asleep any time that I am still for more than 11 seconds at a time.
6. More shocking is the ability to snooze while my 3 year old is "brushing" my hair and serving lunch on my face.
7. The same kid who can sleep through an earthquake at times will instantly wake up if you blink too loudly.
8. Hearing my 3 year old tell me stories are the best parts of the day.
9. Well, aside from first thing in the morning. At that point I walk into C's room and she acts like she can't be more excited to see me. And when I go into Bean's room to ask how she slept, she always says, "Just wonderful! And beautiful!" That'll start your day off well.
10. We are entering into the squabbles stage of sibling-hood. I never knew how fast a dilapidated dinosaur could turn to what must be candy or sprinkles or something equally coveted. Because that's what it must be for my 3 year old to be willing to throw her entire body on top of it to prevent C from taking it for her own gummy pleasure.
11. Home is my absolute favorite place in the world to be.
12. C has sonar that senses exactly when I drop off into that weird place between sleeping and being awake. She'll wake from her own nap and call out at that exact moment every day.
13. My job is hard. It's exhausting. It's dirty. It can be mundane. It's generally the same every day. There's rarely a sick day or a personal day. It sometimes gets frustrating. The results are long term, most of the time. It's positively not glamorous. It smells weird. And even though I dream of sipping tropical drinks while being fanned by a large palm frond in my seat on the balmy beach of Tahiti, I wouldn't trade it. Cliche? Perhaps. But absolutely the truth.
(I wouldn't mind that chair by the beach for a few days, mind you :)
Bad Mom Confessions - Episode 2
We just had an ice storm around this way that was delightful to me in every way except for the insane circus routine that it took for me to not maim, injure, or kill myself or my children when I had to load them in the car.
But as with anything, I got used to figuring out the best places to step and it started being a lot funnier. (Bean walked a fine line between giggling riotously and shrieking in fear when we'd start our trek across the frozen landscape.
Our roommate watched me loading Bean into the car one day and as I came in to get C in her bucket seat, she casually mentioned that it was icy enough that C car seat could be a good sled.
I don't think she meant with C still in it.
When we got back outside, I scoped out the yard for hunks of ice and finding none, I gently set C's car seat down and gave her a little push.
And then I scrambled after her quickly gliding car seat, cackling like a maniac. She was grinning too, though probably because I sounded like such a goon as I slid along next to her.
Don't worry, I think her top speed was like, 2 mph. And her handle was up for a make-shift roll bar :)
Would I do it again? Heck yes. I was tempted to film it, but the weather got warm and the yard wasn't nearly as hazard free so maybe next time.
But as with anything, I got used to figuring out the best places to step and it started being a lot funnier. (Bean walked a fine line between giggling riotously and shrieking in fear when we'd start our trek across the frozen landscape.
Our roommate watched me loading Bean into the car one day and as I came in to get C in her bucket seat, she casually mentioned that it was icy enough that C car seat could be a good sled.
I don't think she meant with C still in it.
When we got back outside, I scoped out the yard for hunks of ice and finding none, I gently set C's car seat down and gave her a little push.
And then I scrambled after her quickly gliding car seat, cackling like a maniac. She was grinning too, though probably because I sounded like such a goon as I slid along next to her.
Don't worry, I think her top speed was like, 2 mph. And her handle was up for a make-shift roll bar :)
Would I do it again? Heck yes. I was tempted to film it, but the weather got warm and the yard wasn't nearly as hazard free so maybe next time.
I May Be A Space Cadet
But I haven't forgotten... this time.
I'll post C's 9 month update tomorrow after we go on into the docs and get her checked out for her well-baby visit. Included in that visit? A weigh-in. I'm thinking we'll have some good news to report. :)
I'll post C's 9 month update tomorrow after we go on into the docs and get her checked out for her well-baby visit. Included in that visit? A weigh-in. I'm thinking we'll have some good news to report. :)
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Halftime Show
We had a few people over to watch the Superbowl. Tons of fun, though the real highlight was the halftime show.
No, not Springsteen.
Bean IMITATING Springsteen.
Classic.
No, not Springsteen.
Bean IMITATING Springsteen.
Classic.
She does a fierce rockstar impersonation, doesn't she?
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