Sunday, January 27, 2008

What's in Your Purse?

Mommy:

1) Wallet
2) Keys
3) Lipgloss
4) Box of Raisins
5) Tissues

Rose Marie:

1) Baby Jesus
2) Mary
3) Joseph
4) A Cow
5) A Sheep
6) An Angel
7) 3 Winnie-The-Pooh books
8) A dog
9) A necklace
10) A shoe
11) A teapot
12) Two teacups
13) A sugar bowl
14) A few spoons and a french fry

(Mommy is feeling like she is rather unprepared for the teatime/storytime with the Holy Family. She is also wondering why her daughter has the substantially larger purse.)

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Pictures for you!

A lazy Sunday, after Mass lounge session: Discovery of the Chip/Salsa combination:

Snowy morning, (just like in her favorite story!) in jammies with Mommy:
The best cuddle time EVER, with Daddy, Bud-Bud, Blanket and BOOKS!!!:


Friday, January 18, 2008

I Hope You Dance!

This has not been the best of mornings. Nothing that I needed to get done, seemed to be happening. All of my cleaning was somehow getting unclean by a certain little person following behind me. So I turned on some music.

She looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes, lifted up her arms, asking to dance. We twirled, and twirled and giggled and laughed.

My day is just right now! Everything looks better and brighter, thanks to my tiny dancer. Thank you Lord, how could I ask for more!

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Daddy Dinners

My husband decided he would "cook" dinner the other night. (Before I continue, I must say that he is an excellent cook. His, is the only salmon I will ever eat...all other kinds disappoint.)

As I was saying, my husband cooked the other night. He dialed a number and less than 30 minutes later, the pizza delivery man announced his arrival with a vigorous knock upon our door. If only the delivery man had been able to see into my living room when that knock was heard! Two heads peeked over the book they were reading, the larger one looked at the small one and said excitedly, "Pizza is here!" to which the small one responded by leaping off the couch (after tossing the beloved book on the floor) and barrelled after her Daddy squealing, "Pizzie, Pizzie, Pizzie!" As the "Pizzie" made its way to the table, I was shocked to see that the serenade, included a dance, complete with twirls and appropriate leg lifts! (By my daughter of course, not my husband)

I ate my dinner in stunned and jealous silence. Why are my dinners not greeted with songs and dance? Why do I have to occasionally coax and woo her to the table to eat MY meals?! Do I need more grease in my cuisine? Higher fat content? Present it in a little cardboard box and have it delivered? What is Papa John's putting in this pizza that makes my family behave this way?! Oh well! Maybe one day I will learn that secret. For now, I enjoy watching my little family and laughing with them and at them.

And...no dishes! That is ALWAYS a plus. Just for that I may do song and a dance!

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

A one step weight loss program...

Step one: Have a Toddler.

How It Works:

If said toddler is fascinated by everything one eats, one will be unable to finish a whole serving of food by oneself...ever.

The only way to eat between meals will be to lock oneself in the laundry room or bathroom. The indignity of it, will cause one to try this maneuver only for Milano Cookies or Dove Chocolate Promises. Toddler will ensure that time is limited, therefore consumption of offending calories will be few.

Most importantly, at the end of the day, one will have squatted 5oo times to pick up toys, ran 20 miles to keep up with toddler, lifted 25 pounds 50 times, and perform countless other pilate/yoga/gymnast/Kung Fu/Secret Service type moves to strengthen and tone every kind of known and unknown muscle group.

Results:
Guaranteed.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

A Translation:

Waca-Chocolate

Gigi-Jesus

Cocko-Rooster

Butterpie-Butterfly

Nake-Snake

Sheet-Sit

Bun-Bum

Nana-Refers to all food, but mostly banannas

Crinkled up nose with a sniffling noise-Great distress

No-Absolutely never, but especially not right now

A long journey...


Apparently, the Three Wise Men found a more efficient means of traveling to see the Child Jesus...with a little help from a 17 month old! Happy Feast of the Epiphany!