Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Day 2
Another day recovering. We played it real mellow today with a trip to the Library. FYI, this is the first time in 4 days that she is not either in her Spiderman costume, or the Tarzan "loin cloth".
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Monday, October 3, 2011
Darn you!!!!
Strep strikes again. Here we are watching 101 Dalmations. More on this later. Stay tuned.
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Saturday, October 1, 2011
Sunday, September 25, 2011
Hi, it's my birthday, and I invited lots of animals to my party.
Alex's birthday party was today, and it was epic. An entire barn, complete with cute little animals, came to the house.
Alex's birthdays are bittersweet for me. While I am so proud of the person she has become, I am also sad that she will never be 2 again...
Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet baby!
Alex's birthdays are bittersweet for me. While I am so proud of the person she has become, I am also sad that she will never be 2 again...
Happy Birthday to my sweet, sweet baby!
Meet the animals
The Petting Zoo included: 2 pot belly pigs, a horse, a donkey, a sheep and a goat named "Boots". And a surprise to us all was the fact that the people who brought the animals didn't even look like Carnies one bit!
Saturday, September 24, 2011
just being me
Another spectacular toddler move at the wedding. (Alex was removing the tree sap from between her toes, classy.)
"GET IT OFF!!!!!"
We have just arrived at a wedding, and Alex REFUSES to wear her dress. If there was no proof before that she was from my gene pool, let this be the evidence.
As she is ABSOLUTELY MELTING DOWN, BFF says, "What are we going to do?"
My response, "Get the video camera, quick!"
Clearly, you can see that reading the parenting books that last month have been extremely helpful.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Come on in!
Hello Virtual Readers, this is my school, and I still like it!
I play with Play Dough, there is a pretend kitchen, there is a water table, but my favorite is the pretend ice cream station. Then we wash our hands and have snacks, then we go outside to the best playground in the entire world!!! There is even a "zip line" for kids just my size!
I play with Play Dough, there is a pretend kitchen, there is a water table, but my favorite is the pretend ice cream station. Then we wash our hands and have snacks, then we go outside to the best playground in the entire world!!! There is even a "zip line" for kids just my size!
Day 2, it's competitive to get in the door...
Monday, September 12, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
open open open open open open open open open
FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!!!!!!
Here is our baby, waiting, patiently waiting, for the doors to open for her first day of Preschool Juniors.
Shortly after this picture was taken, the doors opened, and Alex took off running, like her pants were on fire, to her classroom.
Here is our baby, waiting, patiently waiting, for the doors to open for her first day of Preschool Juniors.
Shortly after this picture was taken, the doors opened, and Alex took off running, like her pants were on fire, to her classroom.
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Darn you croup!
Croup has struck again! Alex had to miss her first day of school. We made the best of it by going to the Botanical Gardens.
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Sunday, September 4, 2011
Guide her, protect her
This excerpt is from Tina Fey's book, "Bossypants".
Tina Fey's prayer for her daughter:
First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, May she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
When crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels.
What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen. Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, That she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back.
“My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.
Source: Bossypants
Saturday, September 3, 2011
Friday, September 2, 2011
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Tuesday, August 23, 2011
An early morning conversation
5:00 am. (she ALWAYS sleeps till 7:30)
Alex: "Mama, I want to go to the store and buy a Spiderman costume, then we can go to the Candy store. Is the Candy store tall? Mama, open your eyes. I'm not tired anymore."
Me (barely opening my eyes): "OK, we can get you a Spiderman costume, then the candy store. Now close your eyes and go back to sleep."
Alex: "Is it tall?"
Me: "Yes. Candy stores are tall.". (As I'm falling back asleep.)
Alex: "Then we can buy an Indian costume. Deal?"
Me: "Deal.".
Alex: "Mama, I want to go to the store and buy a Spiderman costume, then we can go to the Candy store. Is the Candy store tall? Mama, open your eyes. I'm not tired anymore."
Me (barely opening my eyes): "OK, we can get you a Spiderman costume, then the candy store. Now close your eyes and go back to sleep."
Alex: "Is it tall?"
Me: "Yes. Candy stores are tall.". (As I'm falling back asleep.)
Alex: "Then we can buy an Indian costume. Deal?"
Me: "Deal.".
Monday, August 22, 2011
Cat Pirate
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Friday, August 19, 2011
Uncle Travis and the rocket
Monday, August 15, 2011
pure awesomeness
2 boys and 2 girls
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Another mother of the year award...
Alex was invited to play "ring around the rosie" at the park the other day. She really enjoyed playing with these little girls, UNTIL they all wanted to do "princess dancing". Alex was really underimpressed with this suggestion. I'm sure their moms were underimpressed with my parenting, when alex pulled down her little boy underwear and went "nature pee pee" right in the park.
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Tuesday, August 9, 2011
kid movies
Sorely disappointed
git some
fountain park
This is Alex's cool and hip aunt, Joyce. We had the pleasure of spending the afternoon with Joyce at the fountain park. Joyce is leaving for Africa in 2 weeks to show off her freshi freshi haircut and her new language of Swahili.
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
Cousin Vicky and Grandma Sussa
I heart Veggies
Monday, August 1, 2011
from dooce.com
This is a blog entry from one of my favorite authors, dooce.com
This perfectly describes Alex, and her crazy ex-girlfriend behavior, and then the garbage collecting, until finally, a time out.
The timer starts now
Last night at dinner Marlo became very angry when we would not let her eat a pile of shredded cheese off of the table without utensils or her hands. She just wanted to stick her face in it like a dog. Sadly, this behavior didn't surprise us because we have turned our back for two seconds only to realize that she is on the floor next to Chuck eating his food out of his bowl. With her face.
Nutritious!
As most two-year-olds are wont to do, she began screaming hysterically. And as parents who have already lived through this with one kid are wont to do, we told her to get over it and then ignored her. Except, ignoring Marlo is like ignoring an ex-girlfriend who isn't ready to get over you yet. And next thing you know she's spelling SCREW YOU with gasoline on your lawn and is standing there with a match in her hand.
Because the pitch of the scream suddenly jumped to 170 decibels, the approximate sound of a rifle going off right beside your head. Not because of the cheese anymore, no. She went from screaming to sociopath because we stopped returning her phone calls. Because we disregarded her texts. We unfriended her on Facebook.
Jon promptly picked her up, set her on the floor ten feet away from the dinner table and said, "You've got two minutes to calm down." Operation Time-Out. This is sometimes a controversial parenting topic, whether or not to put your child in a time-out. You may think it's the most barbaric thing you could do to a child, and that's fine. I'll still invite you over for coffee, although I might spit in it.
Time-outs worked wonders with Leta because it stopped what my brother-in-law refers to as Garbage Collecting. She'd get so worked up that she'd lose sight of the reason she got upset in the first place and would then be screaming about fifteen other things she picked up as she spiraled out of control: we never let her have ice cream for dinner, we wouldn't get her a swimming pool, we always made her wear pants.
Time-outs gave her the space and time to calm down, and it removed us from the equation. And since we weren't screaming at her to, you know, CALM DOWN, she'd realize, hmmm. Now that it's quiet and I can think clearly, my parents are totally right.
Or something like that.
We've just started putting Marlo into time-outs, so she's still catching on to the whole idea. Meaning it makes her even angrier. And last night after Jon put her on the floor she dramatically flopped her whole body over and writhed. As if we has just injected her with electricity.
Leta thought that was the funniest thing she had ever seen, and because she doesn't like it when people laugh at her, she tried to hide her laughing. Which only made me and Jon laugh because OH MY GOD, kid. You used to do the exact same thing when you were her age.
"No, I didn't!" she said defensively, still laughing.
"Yes, actually, you did," Jon said. "Sometimes you'd even throw your body."
"I don't remember doing that," she said.
So I asked, "Do you ever remember being out into a time-out?"
"Nooooooo," she said, as if Jon and I were making the whole thing up.
THERE YOU GO. See? She doesn't have a single memory of how barbaric we were!
This perfectly describes Alex, and her crazy ex-girlfriend behavior, and then the garbage collecting, until finally, a time out.
The timer starts now
Last night at dinner Marlo became very angry when we would not let her eat a pile of shredded cheese off of the table without utensils or her hands. She just wanted to stick her face in it like a dog. Sadly, this behavior didn't surprise us because we have turned our back for two seconds only to realize that she is on the floor next to Chuck eating his food out of his bowl. With her face.
Nutritious!
As most two-year-olds are wont to do, she began screaming hysterically. And as parents who have already lived through this with one kid are wont to do, we told her to get over it and then ignored her. Except, ignoring Marlo is like ignoring an ex-girlfriend who isn't ready to get over you yet. And next thing you know she's spelling SCREW YOU with gasoline on your lawn and is standing there with a match in her hand.
Because the pitch of the scream suddenly jumped to 170 decibels, the approximate sound of a rifle going off right beside your head. Not because of the cheese anymore, no. She went from screaming to sociopath because we stopped returning her phone calls. Because we disregarded her texts. We unfriended her on Facebook.
Jon promptly picked her up, set her on the floor ten feet away from the dinner table and said, "You've got two minutes to calm down." Operation Time-Out. This is sometimes a controversial parenting topic, whether or not to put your child in a time-out. You may think it's the most barbaric thing you could do to a child, and that's fine. I'll still invite you over for coffee, although I might spit in it.
Time-outs worked wonders with Leta because it stopped what my brother-in-law refers to as Garbage Collecting. She'd get so worked up that she'd lose sight of the reason she got upset in the first place and would then be screaming about fifteen other things she picked up as she spiraled out of control: we never let her have ice cream for dinner, we wouldn't get her a swimming pool, we always made her wear pants.
Time-outs gave her the space and time to calm down, and it removed us from the equation. And since we weren't screaming at her to, you know, CALM DOWN, she'd realize, hmmm. Now that it's quiet and I can think clearly, my parents are totally right.
Or something like that.
We've just started putting Marlo into time-outs, so she's still catching on to the whole idea. Meaning it makes her even angrier. And last night after Jon put her on the floor she dramatically flopped her whole body over and writhed. As if we has just injected her with electricity.
Leta thought that was the funniest thing she had ever seen, and because she doesn't like it when people laugh at her, she tried to hide her laughing. Which only made me and Jon laugh because OH MY GOD, kid. You used to do the exact same thing when you were her age.
"No, I didn't!" she said defensively, still laughing.
"Yes, actually, you did," Jon said. "Sometimes you'd even throw your body."
"I don't remember doing that," she said.
So I asked, "Do you ever remember being out into a time-out?"
"Nooooooo," she said, as if Jon and I were making the whole thing up.
THERE YOU GO. See? She doesn't have a single memory of how barbaric we were!
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Goin Fishin
snipe huntin
Sunday, July 17, 2011
"I am a cat, and we love Bobby"
Singing in the gutter after a rain.
This is an original song by Alex titled, "I am a Cat". This cracks me up that she has taken on the persona of "Bobby", because we never really LIKED our cat Bobby, we LOVED him, but we never really liked him. His nickname was Bobby Bin Laden, and he was a Terrorist. And now, Alex has been in her "Bobby" costume for 16 days in a row (and counting), and introduces herself as Bobby to everyone she meets.
Here is another funny story to share.
When I am at work, Mommy and Alex always call me to say "...goodnight Mama" and "...be careful Mama". The other morning I came home from work with a Bandaid on my finger. When Alex noticed it she said, "I TOLD YOU TO BE CAREFUL MAMA AND YOU GOT AN OWIE!"
Swim lessons
Friday, July 15, 2011
Cassowary on the loose
Hold onto your seats Virtual Friends, we had quite an adventure today...
Alex and I went to the Denver Zoo today. There were certain animals that we really wanted to see, Hyenas, Snow Leopard, Hippos, and George the Rhino. After a successful viewing of the Hyenas, we headed toward the Pachyderms. A Security Guard stopped us (along with hundreds of other people) to tell us that there is a "situation that is being handled, but the rest of the park is closed". We continued on our way, when we saw another Security Guard, and I asked her if there was an animal on the loose. She told us it was a Cassowary, which she described as an "Ostrich that's been sippin' on the Hatoraide."
Obviously, I couldn't wait to explain this to Alex. And once she finally understood what was happening, she almost came out of her skin with excitement!!!!!
She told an entire crowd of people that "...a Cassowary is on the loose, he got out of his cage, and he's on the loose." Then she would walk up to the Zoo Security Guard and point to her and say, "AND SHE IS KEEPING US SAFE. SHE IS KEEPING US SAFE."
She would repeat this story, for all who would listen, OVER AND OVER AND OVER. It was hilarious.
Alex and I went to the Denver Zoo today. There were certain animals that we really wanted to see, Hyenas, Snow Leopard, Hippos, and George the Rhino. After a successful viewing of the Hyenas, we headed toward the Pachyderms. A Security Guard stopped us (along with hundreds of other people) to tell us that there is a "situation that is being handled, but the rest of the park is closed". We continued on our way, when we saw another Security Guard, and I asked her if there was an animal on the loose. She told us it was a Cassowary, which she described as an "Ostrich that's been sippin' on the Hatoraide."
Obviously, I couldn't wait to explain this to Alex. And once she finally understood what was happening, she almost came out of her skin with excitement!!!!!
She told an entire crowd of people that "...a Cassowary is on the loose, he got out of his cage, and he's on the loose." Then she would walk up to the Zoo Security Guard and point to her and say, "AND SHE IS KEEPING US SAFE. SHE IS KEEPING US SAFE."
She would repeat this story, for all who would listen, OVER AND OVER AND OVER. It was hilarious.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Sunday, July 10, 2011
Firecracker popsicle
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