Channeling my Inner Martha

I got this idea from pinterest, so I'm not as crafty as you think I am.

And yes, the suckers are organic and dye free and blah blah blah, but I already had them for LM (since she's allergic to food dye) so that makes me even more uppity than you already thought. I wasn't about to buy new suckers. (Okay I was, but Wal-Mart didn't have a small bag of dum-dums, they only had the jumbo bag of 300 for like $7. I needed 30, and not 270 extra.)

Regardless, Happy Early Valentine's Day from The Mouse House. xoxo

Belly Laughs

MM will laugh OUT LOUD if you zrrrbrrrt her tummy. (Is that how you spell zrrrbrrrt?)

Guess what I've been doing instead of cleaning the bathrooms?

Why, Hello Again!

We got a new computer, so I don't have to keep saving posts on my phone to write about later. (For some reason, I could save a post title, but I couldn't type any text in so I am well aware that you're hanging on to the edge of your seats wondering if LM ever potty trained. Some of you have even asked me if she still wets her pants. She doesn't...)

Give me some time to catch you up, but you will know what's been going on in the Mouse House for the last 6ish months and how we're doing from now on.

High Standards

For months now, LM has been telling us she's going to marry her daddy. She has no idea we've already arranged marriages for all of our daughters, so this whole discussion is moot anyway. Regardless, I was really surprised a few weeks ago when she announced in the car, "Mama, when I get big, I'm gonna marry D." (D is a little boy in her class at school, and his name is actually Davis, but they all call him D.) I told her that would be fine, but I thought she was going to marry her daddy.

"No, I'm going to marry D. He's m'boy." (Seriously, she said that. Took all I had in me not to crack up.) I'm a Rules kind of girl, so I asked her not to tell him and just let him ask her in say, 20 years. She agreed.

Yesterday, we were sitting at the table eating breakfast, and she gets this really sad look on her face and says, "Mom, I'm not going to marry D anymore." I envisioned some heartbreaking conversation by the slide at recess where she had professed her undying love and he didn't return it, or she passed him a note and because she can't write her letters yet it didn't have any boxes on it so he couldn't check yes...

"Why not, Honey?" (Gearing up for a discussion with my three year old about how dating is pointless unless you're really serious about a long term commitment...)

"Well, I'm going to be a Princess when I grow up, so I can't marry Davis because he's not a Prince."

Oh, well then. Okay. Duh...

Already?

When did Chubs get to be so big? Three months already? If this doesn't make you smile, nothing will.

Cobwebs and Sorrow

We watch Annie just about every day here (and by we, I mean LM and me. BigM joins us on the weekends). It was one of my favorite movies growing up, and as an adult I can really relate to Ms. Hannagan and her feeling overrun by "Little Girls." I love that it's become one of their favorites, too.

BigM and LM love to sing, anything, and they make up lots of their own songs. They don't quite get the words right to all the songs that actually have lyrics already and you better not tell them the correct ones, because you'll get straight up told.  So I wasn't surprised when I overheard LM singing to her Barbies:

"Thaaaa sunnel come ouuuutttt, tomorrow. Sit your bottom down dah tomorrow, thell be suuuunnn."

At least she hears what I say? Listening may be another story...

Two Month Stats

MM had her 2 month well visit today, and she's turning out to be quite the monster. Although it shouldn't be surprising because she was huge at birth. As usual, I entertained Dr. Nesbit with my hippy-crunchy-granola ways and for the first time we agreed about the subject of vaccinating. (Did you feel the earth shake? Cause it about tipped on its axis.)

I know, I know, you only care about the stats. Me too.

Length: 22"- 49%
Head: 15.25"- the new nurse (apparently) is practically blind, so we had a little scare about her head being inappropriately small. I have no idea what % it falls into because she wrote it according to her incorrect measurement. Not sure which is scarier, a blind nurse or an inappropriately small head. Thankfully, we have a great pediatrician, so I don't have to worry about either.

Weight: 14 lbs, 2 oz--- wait for it... 89%.

What in the world? I've never ever had one of my babies even above 50%, and this child is heftier than 8 of her closest friends? A little ironic that we call her Mini Mouse, don't ya think?

Her other nickname is Chubs- a much more fitting description.