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Little David Cook Wannabe
11 MarNate really loves to rock out to some David Cook. He even recognizes him when he sees him on television. Here’s a sample of how serious he gets when he’s belting it out –
Tooth Watch 2009
10 MarFor the past few months, Nia has been experiencing loose-tooth envy. The way she tells it, every one of her friends either has a loose tooth or proudly sports a holey smile. She would ask us why she didn’t have one yet. When will she? Can I push on them and make them loose? She would also routinely think she finally had one and ask us to check to see if she was right. We would touch the suspected tooth and respond with disappointing news. Nope. Not yet.
That all changed last week. She finally felt her first real wobble! She was so excited as I picked her up from after-school. She came running down the hall holding the prized pearly white between her two tiny fingers, “I have a loost toof mommy!”
Now, she’s constantly asking us about it and preparing for the big day –
“When it will be ready to fall out?”
“What she can do to help make it fall out?
“Can we pull it yet?”
“Why will that hurt?”
“It hurts now.”
“Will it bleed?”
“After it falls out I will have 19 teeth.”
“If I don’t brush my teeth will it fall out faster?”
“I can’t eat that because my tooth might get lost in it and then the tooth fairy won’t come.”
Which leads to the big payoff –
“The tooth fairy is going to bring me two dollars.”
We have no idea where she got that dollar amount. To me, you can’t put a price on something so precious. Our baby girl is growing up so quickly.
Now on to worrying about how the tooth fairy will make the “exchange” without waking up the princess. Sometimes I’m in awe about how our parents pulled it all off.
Brunch with “Barbie”
8 MarGlitter, jewelry, pink and purple decor, cupcakes, little girls dressed in their Barbie best and a teenager in a prom dress posing as the plastic doll come-to-life. Brunch with Barbie was a blast!Our town’s little library was so nice to offer Barbie fans this free event and I think the ladies running the show were quite surprised by the turnout. Several times, I heard them breathlessly say, “I hope we have enough for everyone. We didn’t even have half this many people last year.”
It was so packed that they quickly ran out of foam crowns to decorate and the jewels to dress up those crowns were being rationed (three to a child although Nia had a few more because I struck gold when I glanced at the floor – it was covered in sparkles of dropped jewels), the chip bowls didn’t even have crumbs left and people crowded around to take a picture with “Barbie.” Nia got her turn and was a little shy – after all, she was sitting next to Barbie!
Nia and "Barbie"
I also had her pose with another girl who I thought could have been Barbie. She was someone just attending the event but when I saw her (mini-dress, high-heels, make up and all), I felt compelled (and entertained) to ask her for a picture. (I was cracking myself up.)
Nia and a Girl I Thought Could be Barbie
Nia and I had great time and I’m so thankful that our library hosted such a nice event. Sure, there were a few (ungrateful) moms I heard complaining (“My little girl didn’t get to decorate a crown!” “They really didn’t plan well for this.”) but, for the most part, people were positive and patient. Nia and I wore smiles on our faces the whole time and I would make it a point to let the frantic ladies wearing “Friends of the Library” buttons know that we thought it was all wonderful. It seems we were actually kind of rewarded for our praise too – at the end of the event, Nia’s name was pulled from a big bowl of raffle tickets. She won the Barbie Grand Prize!
Nia Won the Big Barbie Prize!
The basket was filled with all sorts of goodies, including a Barbie. Tonight, that Barbie is being cuddled by Nia. As I was tucking them both into bed Nia told me, “This Barbie had to spend a long time in that basket huh Momma? But now, she gets to be with me.” I told her that meant that Barbie was really lucky because being with her was the best place she could be. In typical Barbie form, she closed her eyes, smiled, made a dramatic “that is so sweet” noise and said, “I love you Momma.”
Upchuck Sucks
1 MarThere is no pretty way to share this. If you have a weak stomach or just don’t feel like reading about this subject, I understand if you skip this post. I really wouldn’t want to read it either but misery loves company and all of that so here it is.
Since being a mom, I have heard, “Mommy, I threw up on myself” maybe four times. Each time, I heard the voice before I saw the helpless child. Each time, my brain had a few seconds to imagine the worst and, luckily for all involved, it wasn’t so bad. That is, until tonight.
Man, was she covered. Well, more like caked. Ech. There she stood, frozen, arms out, pasted in clumps of chunk. She wasn’t even the worst of it. The bed, the tent on her bed, her beloved stuffed creatures (including her precious doggy Andrew sent her from Iraq when she was a baby), all of her special blankeys and her Barbie she fondly calls “Hannah Montana.” Poor Barbie/Hannah. She was really caught in the cross fire. There probably was an outline on the bed where she was because she took the brunt of it.
Are you still with me?
I just find it so amazing what we all are capable of as parents. From the stomach-turning throw up situations like tonight to the horrifying time they sampled poop as a snack (what, that hasn’t happened to you?), what prepared us for this? I find it incredible that we go into parent-mode and take care of business. I mean, really? Andrew will get sick at just the thought of throw up (he probably did just by reading this – if he did read it that is) and he took all of her sheets off of her bed. I touched vomit. Lots of it. With my bare hands.
We just do what we have to do I guess. If we don’t who will right? It’s not like I can say, “Nope. I’m not going to fix that right now.” I’m proud to say my hands smell like bleach, Nia is clean and sleeping in a fresh bed and I only threw away her p.j. shirt and pillow. (If we were made of money the sheets would likely be trashed too.)
The Future of Our Country
25 FebNia, this morning at breakfast: “We get to watch American Idol tonight and have popcorn!”
Andrew: “No sweetie, not tonight.”
Nia, excitement dampened with disappointment: “Whyyyy?”
Andrew: “President Obama is going to talk on tv.”
Nia: “Again?! He was just on. He talks a lot.”
(In case you didn’t know, she “voted” for Obama in her school election so this is one reaction that has nothing to do with Republican or Democrat. It’s all Idol – a possible future political party.)
Tooth Watch
12 FebFor the past few months, Nia has been experiencing loose-tooth envy. The way she tells it, every one of her friends either has a loose tooth or proudly sports a holey smile. She would ask us why she didn’t have one yet. When will she? Can I push on them and make them loose? She would also routinely think she finally had one and ask us to check to see if she was right. We would touch the suspected tooth and respond with disappointing news. Nope. Not yet.
That all changed last week. She finally felt her first real wobble! She was so excited as I picked her up from after-school. She came running down the hall holding the prized pearly white between her two tiny fingers, “I have a loost toof mommy!”
Now, she’s constantly asking us about it and preparing for the big day –
“When it will be ready to fall out?”
“What can I do to help make it fall out?”
“Can we pull it yet?”
“Why will that hurt?”
“It hurts now.”
“Will it bleed?”
“After it falls out I will have 19 teeth.”
“If I don’t brush my teeth will it fall out faster?”
“I can’t eat that because my tooth might get lost in it and then the tooth fairy won’t come.”
Which leads to the big payoff –
“The tooth fairy is going to bring me two dollars.”
We have no idea where she got that dollar amount. To me, you can’t put a price on something so precious. Our baby girl is growing up so quickly.
Now on to worrying about how the tooth fairy will make the “exchange” without waking up the princess. Sometimes I’m in awe about how our parents pulled it all off.
Happy Birthday Na-Nate
6 JanOur baby boy is now a little, big boy. He (and we) successfully made it through his two’s and we are now beginning his three’s. What an adventure. He is hilarious. He is angry. He is sensitive. He is tough. He is crazy. He is cuddly. He is completely, totally all Na-Nate.
I'm 3!
I can’t wait to see what we get with a 3-year-old Nate. Tons of emotions, I’m sure!
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