DM was out of town for the last few days (but he's back now, don't go getting any wild ideas about coming to toilet paper my house) and Lolli volunteered to keep the BigM for a night so it was just LM and me. She was an absolute doll and decided to turn on all the cuteness, or quite possibly she is always this cute and I fail to notice with the Prima Donna Princess hogging the spotlight. Either way, after some serious one on one cuddling, she went to bed right away and even slept in an extra hour and a half the next morning. (She is so getting a pony for her next birthday.)
We spent a lazy morning and when it was finally time to get dressed, she climbed up the stairs carrying a stuffed monkey and BigM's plastic dinosaur, Sonny Dirt Rex. However, when it was time to go down, it became quite the ordeal. First, she didn't want to go downstairs. I'm not exactly sure why, there isn't much up there except her clothes and her bed. (Well, there is the bafftub, but that's another post all in itself.)
Thirty seconds later, she decides it is time to go down. She scoots herself down three steps (which is not a quick process) before reaching for me frantically saying, "Uppy, uppy, uppy." So I pick her up (to hopefully get this process on the road) and she then starts screaming "Rockey, rockey, rockey" which I take to mean she wanted to cuddle in the rocking chair. Weird, but okay, let's do it. Nope, rockey = monkey. Pshew, glad we got that sorted out.
She starts down the steps again, refusing my offer to carry her. She laboriously makes her way down to the third step again, before realizing she has a free hand. "Horsey? Horsey? HORSEY! HOR-SEY!" No, dear, that's actually a dinosaur, but go for it. Clutching onto the monkey for dear life, she runs back for S.D.R. and begins, yet again, the trek down the steps. May I carry you? NO. May I carry your monkey? NO. Okay, may I carry your dino... er, horsey? Oohh-tay... and I'm holding the dinosaur. Then she wants to trade. So there we were, slowly meandering down, alternating who is holding which animal at each new step.
Two hours later (fine, it was more like 6 minutes,) when we finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, I realized I had left her shoes in her room.
1.30.2010
1.26.2010
Golden Fleece
Okay, so I scored another sweet deal from www.hip2save.com at Children's Place.
Check this out.
Fleece jacket for me:
Fleece jackets for the girls:
T-shirt for BigM: (they didn't have a little sis one or LM would have gotten one also)
Regular price? $81.83
I paid $17.88 to get it shipped straight to my door.
Yes, the blue fleece is an adult size- they have it set up where you can get a fleece to match your kids, but obviously that idea didn't really fly, seeing as they are selling a $35 fleece for $3.99. (Even me, who desperately tries to dress her children alike every day didn't pick the fleeces that matched the one I got for myself. But that's because those were $9.09 each and the ones I picked were $2.99 each. No brainer, yes?)
If you follow my grocery blog, you obviously don't have much to do and you now know that I'm waaay better at saving on clothes than I am on groceries.
1.16.2010
Like Father, Like Daughter
Tonight we ate with some of our very favorite neighbors, and after supper, I was sitting at table with my mom-friend and LM. LM was just giggling away, finishing the last bite of her second cookie and all of the sudden she sat up tall and passed gas- and my friend and I could not believe something so little could make such a loud noise. LM started looking frantically around the room and said, "Daddy?"
That girl calls 'em like she sees 'em.
That girl calls 'em like she sees 'em.
Stop bugging me!
BigM: Bug Explorer
BigM received a "My First Backyard Explorer Kit" for Christmas. It's been sitting in my bathtub, unopened, for the last 3 weeks because I just could not fathom putting one more toy into our completely-overstuffed-busting-at-the-seams playroom right now. That hasn't stopped her from begging me every single day to open it.
Neither does me telling her it's not bug season and it's been in the low 20s outside for the past 2 weeks (aka too cold to go outside, or even get dressed out of warm pajamas. I know, that's totally unrelated but somehow seems like a good explanation for why you can usually find me in my pjs at 3 in the afternoon.) Finally, after three days in a row of her voluntarily cleaning up her playroom, I decided to reward her with opening the bug kit. You have never seen a more excited child (well, actually LM may have been more excited about the edamame) and she just about wet her pants as she ran to my bathroom to get it.
We had a very warm day yesterday (I was actually joking with my friend about how back in November were decided to stop our daily park date because it was getting in the 50s and it was waaaaay too cold to get the kids out and now that it's back *up* in the 50s we were practially falling over ourselves to get the kids outside because it was so warm out there) so DM agreed to take BigM outside to look for non-existant bugs. That lasted all of about 4 minutes because, obviously in the dead of winter, there were no bugs to be found.
So this morning, BigM and DM went on a bug hunt indoors. I am proud (or embarassed?) to report that they found plenty of bugs, fit for observation, on various window sills throughout the house. I am not sure if I am happy or mortified that they were able to find seven different types of bugs to fill up the plastic divided container.
I can't wait for the Spring for warmer weather, and of course, for my little Backyard Explorer to find some bugs of the outdoor variety.
BigM received a "My First Backyard Explorer Kit" for Christmas. It's been sitting in my bathtub, unopened, for the last 3 weeks because I just could not fathom putting one more toy into our completely-overstuffed-busting-at-the-seams playroom right now. That hasn't stopped her from begging me every single day to open it.
Neither does me telling her it's not bug season and it's been in the low 20s outside for the past 2 weeks (aka too cold to go outside, or even get dressed out of warm pajamas. I know, that's totally unrelated but somehow seems like a good explanation for why you can usually find me in my pjs at 3 in the afternoon.) Finally, after three days in a row of her voluntarily cleaning up her playroom, I decided to reward her with opening the bug kit. You have never seen a more excited child (well, actually LM may have been more excited about the edamame) and she just about wet her pants as she ran to my bathroom to get it.
We had a very warm day yesterday (I was actually joking with my friend about how back in November were decided to stop our daily park date because it was getting in the 50s and it was waaaaay too cold to get the kids out and now that it's back *up* in the 50s we were practially falling over ourselves to get the kids outside because it was so warm out there) so DM agreed to take BigM outside to look for non-existant bugs. That lasted all of about 4 minutes because, obviously in the dead of winter, there were no bugs to be found.
So this morning, BigM and DM went on a bug hunt indoors. I am proud (or embarassed?) to report that they found plenty of bugs, fit for observation, on various window sills throughout the house. I am not sure if I am happy or mortified that they were able to find seven different types of bugs to fill up the plastic divided container.
I can't wait for the Spring for warmer weather, and of course, for my little Backyard Explorer to find some bugs of the outdoor variety.
1.15.2010
Wii Are Family
So, I just have to tell you that it is so stinking adorable when BigM plays the games on Wii Fit with LM standing behind her, mimicking every move BigM makes.
Probably a good indicator of the future, eh?
Probably a good indicator of the future, eh?
1.14.2010
Bean there, done that
DM and I tried edamame for the first time about 2 years ago. It was also the last time we had it- not because we didn't like it, but because my mom had given us the bag and I haven't really been able to find it locally. (Okay, I haven't really looked too hard, that stuff is a lot of work for a little profit.)
But last week, I had a coupon for a Cascadian Farms frozen organic vegetable (and it was on sale, of course,) so I got a package. I have been pretty excited all week about fixing it, because I had high hopes it would be something that the whole family would eat and actually enjoy.
DM taught BigM how to pop the beans out of the shell, and soon her plate was covered with edamame shells. I, of course, had to supervise LM's beans as I was fairly certain she would not be able to open them and would try to eat the whole thing.
LM was so thrilled with them that she practically squealed more while frantically signing "more please"- and she wolfed them down faster than I could pop them onto her plate.
All of the sudden, BigM starts making gagging noises and says, "Dese are yucky, mama. I doen like dese."
Apparently, it wasn't the beans that she liked, it was the shelling (which was actually quite hilarious because every once in awhile she would pop one out with such force that the bean would hit her in the face, or fly across the room like the escargot in Pretty Woman- you know, "slippery little fellas".)
Hiding under her rice (another culinary flop in her book) was a pile of beans. DM, LM and I were so excited that we practically clawed each other's eyeballs out trying to get them and BigM agreed that next time she would be more than happy to shell all our beans for us. Now that's love.
And possible a violation of some kind of child labor law, I'm sure.
But last week, I had a coupon for a Cascadian Farms frozen organic vegetable (and it was on sale, of course,) so I got a package. I have been pretty excited all week about fixing it, because I had high hopes it would be something that the whole family would eat and actually enjoy.
DM taught BigM how to pop the beans out of the shell, and soon her plate was covered with edamame shells. I, of course, had to supervise LM's beans as I was fairly certain she would not be able to open them and would try to eat the whole thing.
LM was so thrilled with them that she practically squealed more while frantically signing "more please"- and she wolfed them down faster than I could pop them onto her plate.
All of the sudden, BigM starts making gagging noises and says, "Dese are yucky, mama. I doen like dese."
Apparently, it wasn't the beans that she liked, it was the shelling (which was actually quite hilarious because every once in awhile she would pop one out with such force that the bean would hit her in the face, or fly across the room like the escargot in Pretty Woman- you know, "slippery little fellas".)
Hiding under her rice (another culinary flop in her book) was a pile of beans. DM, LM and I were so excited that we practically clawed each other's eyeballs out trying to get them and BigM agreed that next time she would be more than happy to shell all our beans for us. Now that's love.
And possible a violation of some kind of child labor law, I'm sure.
1.11.2010
Peek-a-boo
Okay, I apologize but this is going to be one of those posts (much like my last post) where the mom is like, "Oh my goodness, isn't my kid the cutest kid that ever walked the face of planet Earth. She blinked and it was just adorable."
It's your choice if you keep reading. Don't say I didn't warn you.
LM's new favorite game is Peek-a-boo. She will hide behind her hands and throw them away from her face and say "Bee-boo." Yep, it's pretty adorable. She will just laugh and laugh until her face turns blue and she has trouble breathing. Then she does it again, over and over and over. It's a good time killer.
DM and I have decided to start this new thing where we feed the kids early on Mondays and put them to bed before we have a nice quiet *peace*ful dinner just the two of us. Tonight was the first night, so DM was sitting at the table with LM while they were eating. We have ladderback chairs and LM ducked her head down to peek under the top rung of her chair and said to DM, clear as day, "I seeee yooouuu."
It was pretty much the cutest thing I've ever heard in my whole entire life. LM speaks her own little language (as do most kids this age) and pretty much nothing she says sounds like what she means.
Want me to translate a few for you?
That long, skinny, yellow, crescent shaped piece of fruit is a "me-nah." Outerwear to keep you warm when you go outside is a "dahk-ut." Appreciation is "tahn-goo." I could go on forever, but for your sake, I won't. Although it's pretty cute when she sneezes and tells herself, "Bwess-oo."
Yes, LM is definitely the cutest child to ever grace this green earth. Well, maybe one of the cutest. Her big sis is pretty cute, too.
It's your choice if you keep reading. Don't say I didn't warn you.
LM's new favorite game is Peek-a-boo. She will hide behind her hands and throw them away from her face and say "Bee-boo." Yep, it's pretty adorable. She will just laugh and laugh until her face turns blue and she has trouble breathing. Then she does it again, over and over and over. It's a good time killer.
DM and I have decided to start this new thing where we feed the kids early on Mondays and put them to bed before we have a nice quiet *peace*ful dinner just the two of us. Tonight was the first night, so DM was sitting at the table with LM while they were eating. We have ladderback chairs and LM ducked her head down to peek under the top rung of her chair and said to DM, clear as day, "I seeee yooouuu."
It was pretty much the cutest thing I've ever heard in my whole entire life. LM speaks her own little language (as do most kids this age) and pretty much nothing she says sounds like what she means.
Want me to translate a few for you?
That long, skinny, yellow, crescent shaped piece of fruit is a "me-nah." Outerwear to keep you warm when you go outside is a "dahk-ut." Appreciation is "tahn-goo." I could go on forever, but for your sake, I won't. Although it's pretty cute when she sneezes and tells herself, "Bwess-oo."
Yes, LM is definitely the cutest child to ever grace this green earth. Well, maybe one of the cutest. Her big sis is pretty cute, too.
1.09.2010
Sweet Victory
Last night LM and I played the funnest game ever. We were checking our way down the Bedtime Routine list and after "put on pjs" but before "read story" we were snuggling in her chair. I know it's probably not the wisest idea to rile one's child directly before bed, but DM and I take turns every night making her laugh.
Lately, she has been practicing for her teen years and will quickly and sharply bark, "Mom" and when I look at her she just about dies laughing. I'm still trying to figure that one out.
So we were just cuddling and she looks up at me and, not unlike a drill seargent, shouts, "Mom." I look down at her and I reply, "Yes?" (insert laughter) and then she whispers a few syllables that are definitely not in English, so I reply, "What?"
That's when she about fell out of my lap she was laughing so hard. We did this at least 10 times. Then, out of the blue, she starts swinging her arms, laughing and saying, "dee-it." I knew exactly what this was all about, so I started singing, "We did it, we did it, we did it, yeah!" Of course BigM heard me so she ran in and they danced and sang together.
Yep. My 18 month old can dance on command to the Victory song that Dora and Boots preform at the end of every single show.
I'm not sure if I'm proud of that. And I certainly shouldn't encourage it.
Lately, she has been practicing for her teen years and will quickly and sharply bark, "Mom" and when I look at her she just about dies laughing. I'm still trying to figure that one out.
So we were just cuddling and she looks up at me and, not unlike a drill seargent, shouts, "Mom." I look down at her and I reply, "Yes?" (insert laughter) and then she whispers a few syllables that are definitely not in English, so I reply, "What?"
That's when she about fell out of my lap she was laughing so hard. We did this at least 10 times. Then, out of the blue, she starts swinging her arms, laughing and saying, "dee-it." I knew exactly what this was all about, so I started singing, "We did it, we did it, we did it, yeah!" Of course BigM heard me so she ran in and they danced and sang together.
Yep. My 18 month old can dance on command to the Victory song that Dora and Boots preform at the end of every single show.
I'm not sure if I'm proud of that. And I certainly shouldn't encourage it.
1.06.2010
Making Cents
I've started another blog (I can just feel your excitement!)
I'm going to track my grocery savings this year so if you'd like to see how I'm doing, feel free to check it out.
www.mousemakingcents.blogspot.com
one of these days I'll figure out how to do that like my cool blogging friends do (so that would say "...if you'd like to see how I'm doing, feel free to check it out here- and "here" would be in bold and you could just click it and it would take you directly there.) I consider it lucky that I can post here, forget all that fancy business.
I'm doing pretty well so far (I know, a whole week worth of shopping!) a little less than 50% savings. Not my best work by any stretch of the imagination, but I got ambushed a few times while shopping.
From now on, I shop alone.
I'm going to track my grocery savings this year so if you'd like to see how I'm doing, feel free to check it out.
www.mousemakingcents.blogspot.com
one of these days I'll figure out how to do that like my cool blogging friends do (so that would say "...if you'd like to see how I'm doing, feel free to check it out here- and "here" would be in bold and you could just click it and it would take you directly there.) I consider it lucky that I can post here, forget all that fancy business.
I'm doing pretty well so far (I know, a whole week worth of shopping!) a little less than 50% savings. Not my best work by any stretch of the imagination, but I got ambushed a few times while shopping.
From now on, I shop alone.
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