Sassy, LM, MM and I were in Publix this morning, and as we're skipping and dancing through the aisles (because shopping there IS a pleasure!), LM announces, "I'm going to be a chef when I grow up!"
Sassy and I exchange proud, knowing glances, because my lil bro is a chef and isn't that cute, LM wants to be just like her uncle...
"No, no, no... wait. I'm not going to be a chef, I'm going to be a Princess."
Alrighty then.
11.11.2011
7.07.2011
Potty Talk
I have until August 11th to have LM completely potty trained. She, like her sister, had absolutely no interest in using the potty, and I have absolutely no interest in potty training her, but with that deadline looming, we both apparently have to be interested. I don't mind changing diapers and since we're in cloth, it's not like we're paying for diapers anyway.
We're on day 3. So far:
Day One: 4/5 (score!)
Day Two: 0/7 (ouch!)
Day Three (so far): 2/5- including but not limited to a successful tee-tee attempt at Wal-Mart and the first poop on the potty.
Thank goodness I have a little over a month- because we're needing some serious practice. Oh, and make that 2/6 for today. Sigh.
We're on day 3. So far:
Day One: 4/5 (score!)
Day Two: 0/7 (ouch!)
Day Three (so far): 2/5- including but not limited to a successful tee-tee attempt at Wal-Mart and the first poop on the potty.
Thank goodness I have a little over a month- because we're needing some serious practice. Oh, and make that 2/6 for today. Sigh.
6.26.2011
It's My Party...
LM turned three today and we had a very small family party (she didn't want to celebrate at all, but she sure didn't mind all the presents.) Despite her complaints and request not to have anyone sing Happy Birthday, I do think I have a party girl on my hands- last year she got naked before all the guests left and this year she threw up in the car on the way home. I am not especially looking forward to her turning four.
Post party wrap-up to come...
Post party wrap-up to come...
6.22.2011
Later, Alligator
Our library puts on a program of sorts every Wednesday, and today was the first time this summer we've been able to go. Today was "Reptiles with Jason" where this man brought a bunch of snakes and a baby alligator to show all the kids.
Jason's real job is "Reptile Rescuer" and he goes all over the state rescuing reptiles from the people who are scared to death of them. (Aka, "Oh my goodness, I have a snake on my front porch, what do I do?!?!?!?!) So he was telling the kids about how he rescued a baby alligator (holding said baby alligator) and he then he began telling the story of how he rescued an 8' alligator from downtown of the state capitol... and it weighed 300 lbs.
I whispered to BigM, "Can you believe he rescued a three hundred pound alligator?!?!?!" and BigM's eyes got as big as saucers and she whispered back, "THREE HUNDRED POUNDS? That's almost as much as you weigh, Mama."
Uh...........
Jason's real job is "Reptile Rescuer" and he goes all over the state rescuing reptiles from the people who are scared to death of them. (Aka, "Oh my goodness, I have a snake on my front porch, what do I do?!?!?!?!) So he was telling the kids about how he rescued a baby alligator (holding said baby alligator) and he then he began telling the story of how he rescued an 8' alligator from downtown of the state capitol... and it weighed 300 lbs.
I whispered to BigM, "Can you believe he rescued a three hundred pound alligator?!?!?!" and BigM's eyes got as big as saucers and she whispered back, "THREE HUNDRED POUNDS? That's almost as much as you weigh, Mama."
Uh...........
6.20.2011
Please use your Inside Voice
Have your kids every said anything really loudy in public that embarassed you? That has never, ever happened to me. Ever.
Today we were eating lunch at the Drugstore, and LM saw one of the customers ordering and she yells incredulously, "Look, Mama- dat man has a PONYTAIL."
(Me, very quietly- hoping my voice will encourage her to use her inside voice.) Yeah, sometimes men have ponytails. It's not a big de........
(LM, still yelling.) "NO dey don't. Boys not S'POSED to have long hair."
Sigh. Totally not embarassing, at all.
Today we were eating lunch at the Drugstore, and LM saw one of the customers ordering and she yells incredulously, "Look, Mama- dat man has a PONYTAIL."
(Me, very quietly- hoping my voice will encourage her to use her inside voice.) Yeah, sometimes men have ponytails. It's not a big de........
(LM, still yelling.) "NO dey don't. Boys not S'POSED to have long hair."
Sigh. Totally not embarassing, at all.
Moving on Up
DM's company is building a new office, hoping to open sometime in November. Last week, they finished framing and things are moving along quite nicely. We drive by there maybe once a week and as we drove by a few days ago, I pointed out to the girls that the workers were putting on the roof.
LM asked, "Does Daddy work dere now?"
I told her, "Not yet, Sweets, it's not quiiiite finished."
BigM very knowledgeably informed us, "Yeah, all they have left to do it paint it and put in a bathroom. Then Daddy can work there. Oh, and they need a fridge for all the food."
I'll have her let the contractor know he's way ahead of schedule.
LM asked, "Does Daddy work dere now?"
I told her, "Not yet, Sweets, it's not quiiiite finished."
BigM very knowledgeably informed us, "Yeah, all they have left to do it paint it and put in a bathroom. Then Daddy can work there. Oh, and they need a fridge for all the food."
I'll have her let the contractor know he's way ahead of schedule.
6.16.2011
Being Green
I have an sealed envelope somewhere in my house- it has a picture in it. A picture with some very interesting information. Many of you already know we are expecting #3, and some of you may be learning this information for the first time.
There are a lot of things I can tell you about this baby: like it's due Nov 16th, it has a really cute nose, it bounces around like a Mexican Jumping Bean and it made me so sick during the first trimester that sometimes (not often) I wished for death. (Unfortunately, that is true.) But we made it through and yesterday we went in for the "big ultrasound" where they check all the stats of the baby and if the baby cooperates, you can find out if it's a boy or a girl.
We always said we'd find out. We never thought we wouldn't- it never crossed our minds to be surprised.
DM wasn't sure he could get off work in time and he just wasn't sure he even wanted to go, so I had always planned to go alone and I would find out the sex of the baby and then I'd come home with a big announcement. It had been planned for months.
Well, Lolli and SIL asked if they could come so I wouldn't have to go alone, and since they were my babysitters, that meant BigM and LM would be coming too. I was excited, because I really did want them to get to see their sibling and this was the only way I could make that happen. And seeing the baby is a big deal, so I always love taking people who are excited about it with me. SIL had never seen an ultrasound done, so that made it even more exciting.
At the last minute, DM was able to leave work a teensy bit early, so the 6 of us piled in the car and headed to the midwife's office.
As my entorage entered the room, the tech asked the big question- "Are we going to find out the sex of the baby?" We knew we wanted to know, but we weren't sure we were ready to find out. Because once you know, you know, and there's just no mystery about it. So we decided that we'd have her put the results in an envelope and we could open it when we felt ready.
The ultrasound tech at my new office is nothing short of amazing. As she examined and took measurements, she explained every single detail about how this precious little baby is measuring absolutely perfectly in every area- and I know I realized at that moment, the sex of the baby really. doesn't. matter.
Ever since we announced we were pregnant, numerous people have actually said to me, "Oh, I hope you'll get your boy this time," or "I sure hope you're not having another girl." Maybe you were one of those people. And if you were, I am positive you didn't mean it to be hurtful. In fact, I'm sure I've even said it. I mean, it's no secret that DM would like a son. He's a man. Most of them do. But that doesn't change the fact that we do know that this baby has ten perfect toes, and ten perfect fingers (and in the right places!) and is developing just like it should be- so right now, that's all we need to know.
So guess what. We're not going to open that envelope- at least not right now. Because whatever I'm carrying will fit into our family perfectly, because it was perfectly planned. If that means three little girls, then I hope you will pray for us 'cause Lord knows we'll need it, but I also hope you'll be as thrilled as we will be when we announce the birth of our third precious child.
There are a lot of things I can tell you about this baby: like it's due Nov 16th, it has a really cute nose, it bounces around like a Mexican Jumping Bean and it made me so sick during the first trimester that sometimes (not often) I wished for death. (Unfortunately, that is true.) But we made it through and yesterday we went in for the "big ultrasound" where they check all the stats of the baby and if the baby cooperates, you can find out if it's a boy or a girl.
We always said we'd find out. We never thought we wouldn't- it never crossed our minds to be surprised.
DM wasn't sure he could get off work in time and he just wasn't sure he even wanted to go, so I had always planned to go alone and I would find out the sex of the baby and then I'd come home with a big announcement. It had been planned for months.
Well, Lolli and SIL asked if they could come so I wouldn't have to go alone, and since they were my babysitters, that meant BigM and LM would be coming too. I was excited, because I really did want them to get to see their sibling and this was the only way I could make that happen. And seeing the baby is a big deal, so I always love taking people who are excited about it with me. SIL had never seen an ultrasound done, so that made it even more exciting.
At the last minute, DM was able to leave work a teensy bit early, so the 6 of us piled in the car and headed to the midwife's office.
As my entorage entered the room, the tech asked the big question- "Are we going to find out the sex of the baby?" We knew we wanted to know, but we weren't sure we were ready to find out. Because once you know, you know, and there's just no mystery about it. So we decided that we'd have her put the results in an envelope and we could open it when we felt ready.
The ultrasound tech at my new office is nothing short of amazing. As she examined and took measurements, she explained every single detail about how this precious little baby is measuring absolutely perfectly in every area- and I know I realized at that moment, the sex of the baby really. doesn't. matter.
Ever since we announced we were pregnant, numerous people have actually said to me, "Oh, I hope you'll get your boy this time," or "I sure hope you're not having another girl." Maybe you were one of those people. And if you were, I am positive you didn't mean it to be hurtful. In fact, I'm sure I've even said it. I mean, it's no secret that DM would like a son. He's a man. Most of them do. But that doesn't change the fact that we do know that this baby has ten perfect toes, and ten perfect fingers (and in the right places!) and is developing just like it should be- so right now, that's all we need to know.
So guess what. We're not going to open that envelope- at least not right now. Because whatever I'm carrying will fit into our family perfectly, because it was perfectly planned. If that means three little girls, then I hope you will pray for us 'cause Lord knows we'll need it, but I also hope you'll be as thrilled as we will be when we announce the birth of our third precious child.
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