Once Upon a Dream

Oh, it's begun. I can't believe it's already here, and I can't believe it took so long.

LM is obsessed with Disney Princess, specifically Sleeping Beauty.

Is there something more intense than obsessed, because that would probably be a better description.

Aunt Train, Lolli & Pop went to Disney a few weeks ago so AT & Pop could run the Disney 1/2 marathon. (In other news, I went for a walk today and a 1/2 a mile in asked LM if she could push me in the stroller.) Little did they know we had watched Sleeping Beauty for the first time and boy, did my LM fall in love with that story.

I have been singing "I Know You" to them for weeks now, after we made it through Beauty & the Beast (oh, I didn't tell you about that? Dad, you're right. I have totally been slacking on the blog.) We borrowed Sleeping Beauty from a friend the first week of January, and have watched it no less than 1.2 million times since then.

Lolli, AT & Pop brought the girls back matching Sleeping Beauty nightgowns. That was January 9th, and LM has only taken hers off twice since then to go to school, since the rules around here include (but are not limited to) 1. No Pajamas outside of the house unless you are sick and 2. You can't wear dress up clothes to school. (That's right, LM has only been to school twice since the beginning of January, thanks to the massive snowstorm of 2011.)

I consider myself a pretty reasonable parent.

Every day this past week, LM (dressed in her nightgown, of course) has asked me to dance with her (while singing the "I Know You" song) at 4:45, right before DM comes home. (How she knows it's almost time for him to arrive is a mystery to me.) If that isn't cute enough, when DM opens the door at 5:05, I am cast aside like yesterday's garbage and she dashes over to him, batting her pretty little eyelashes and coos, "DM, may I haf dis dance? My be Sleeping Beauty and you be Pwince Phih-wip?"

He falls for it every time, and sweeps her up in his arms and they twirl and spin around the room while HE sings "I Know You." There is nothing more precious in this entire world. I dare you to try and find something that even comes close to comparing.

(Okay, this isn't her Sleeping Beauty nightgown, but it's her second favorite dress up dress. This one she got from Santa.)

On Thursday morning, I woke her up and told her she needed to get dressed for school. I bet you could hear her screaming fit from your house. She threw herself on the bed and shrieked, "My not taking dis off. My Sleeping Beauty. My wear dis to school." She's only two and she weighs 23 lbs, but I couldn't even wrestle her out of that nightgown. BigM explained the house rules to her, "You can't wear dress up clothes or pajamas to school unless it's Halloween." (So she does listen to me!) Shrugging her shoulders, BigM dressed herself and went downstairs to get some breakfast.

Finally, after 10 minutes of arguing and cajoling and pleading and promising things I never thought I'd promise my child, LM finally said through tear-stained eyes, completely exhausted from her tantrum, "My wear dis to school for Halloween?"

"Of course you can, Sweetheart."

"My can? My can wear dis to school for Halloween?"

"Absolutely, that is a fantastic idea. Wait. You know today isn't Halloween, right?"

"Today not Halloween? My not wear dis to school today?"

Oh good gracious. It's January.

"No, sweets, but I bet you can tell Ms. Heather & Ms. Sonya that you will wear your nightgown to school when it is Halloween" 10 months from now, when you're in a different class.

We compromised with a church dress, and the promise that she could wear her Pwincess Aurora nightgown as soon as she got home from school.

I had no idea she was such a diva.

It's a loooooong time until October.

Mother Knows Best

Why don't you get in my bed and take a nap?

"My NOT tired. My NOT taking a NAP."

Okay, then why don't you get in my bed and you can watch a movie instead?

"Okay, my do dat."

Smells like Trouble

THIS is the child who came to me yesterday and proudly declared, "My made a mess. In da bafroom. Wif da toylet paper."

And this is the Mess (with the toilet paper, in the bathroom) that I discovered when I finally went in there.

At least it was just toilet paper.

My kid is hilarious: Weirdo Edition

BigM was dying to get outside and play in the frozen tundra today. I didn't have the heart to tell her it's not even snow, but just a giant, huge yard-sized sheet of ice so I asked her to get dressed and this is what she put on.

After I cracked up, I begged her to let me take her picture, and she said, "Okay, but I'm going to take off these sunglasses, because otherwise I'll look weird."

Nice try, Coco. You pretty much sealed the deal with the rest of your ensemble.

Snowed In

It's officially the third day of school being cancelled, bundling up in fleece and drinking so much hot chocolate that we've run out of milk. (I'm not entirely sure how that happened, I consider myself a true Southerner.)

We spent the majority of Monday with BigM's best friend who lives a few doors down. She and LM have the same middle name and BigM told LM (over hot chocolate), "Her name is "L. E. Rockstar." Rockstar sounds a lot like LE's actual last name, so from now on, her BFF will be refered to as "Rockstar."

Here are some picture of BigM, LM and Rockstar playing in the snow.

"Here, eat this!"

When you live in the South, rain boots double as snow boots.

Ready, set, go!

She doesn't make the best snow angel. We'll blame the ice.

Who needs a sled?

Let it Snow, Again.

It's snowing, again. I live in the South on purpose, because stuff like this isn't supposed to happen.

The kids are going to go bonkers when they wake up tomorrow. School has been canceled, so we're going to play all.day.long.

I can't wait. I wish my babes could be home with me all the time. And DM doesn't go to work until 2, if at all. It's kind of amazing how there is no bread or milk at our one grocery store in town-because as everyone knows, the second Southerners see flakes, they eat an entire loaf of bread and wash it down with a big ole glass of milk.

Sound the Alarm!!!

Today is the last day before the kids go back to school.

I let them sleep in and decided it would be a pretty good idea to let them do whatever they wanted to do this morning. LM woke up first and I fixed her some eggs and let her watch t.v. while we waited for BigM to wake up. She came down about 30 minutes later and I fixed her breakfast. While she was eating, we heard someone's car alarm go off. It stopped pretty quickly then started again. Stopped and started. Finally, it went off and didn't stop. BigM doesn't like loud noises, so she complained about it and I had to tell her someone probably didn't know how to turn it off.

We live in a neighborhood of about 40 houses where I can reach out my kitchen window and hand my next-door neighbor an egg. As we listened to the car alarm go on and off for the next few hours, I began to pity the poor person who kept setting the alarm off. And soon, in my head I began to make fun, just a little bit. Finally I got annoyed because honestly, it was really annoying and I couldn't imagine who was that stupid to let their alarm go off like that.

About noon, I was thinking of taking the girls to lunch, so I went to get them dressed and realized LM was chewing on something. Further investigation revealed she had the keyless entry remote, meaning technically *I* am the stupid one who kept setting the car alarm off. Repeatedly. All morning long.

Sorry about that, Neighbors. But at least it wasn't as bad as this. (Mom, Dad- click on the word "this.")

Your Highness

Yesterday I was getting the girls ready to eat Hoppin' Johns and Greenbacks ('cause everyone can use a little luck and we could definitely use a few more greens around here.) The girls, of course, were slated to wear matching outfits.

BigM pretty much dresses herself, but LM still needs a good bit of help. After I got her fully clothed, I almost couldn't believe how cute she looked so I told her, "LM, you look like a pretty princess." She scrunched up her face, put her hands on her hips and informed me, "My not pretty pwincess, my a KING." Her decree having been made, she turned on her heel and marched her royal self downstairs.

Happy New Year!

Happy New Year from the Mouse House.

Interesting fact:

DM will turn 33 on 11/11/11