Today is my birthday.
Today I am 28 years old.
Today...right now actually...I am sitting on the bathroom floor with my new laptop resting on my legs while my little girl splashes in the bath just a few feet away.
Today...unlike last year at this time...I am a stay-at-home mom, pseudo photographer, and professional grocery getter.
Today I am sipping coffee, wearing sweats, and sporting an uncombed hair-do at 9 in the morning.
Today I am half the age of my 56 year old father.
Today I am right where I am supposed to be.
Today I am thankful for all the gifts I've been given and the life I've been able to lead.
Today is my birthday.
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
lifestyles of the rich and famous
Mary has a DKNY coat.
I'm not even sure that I know what DKNY stands for. In fact, I'm certain that I have no idea.
But, nonetheless, she has a DKNY coat.
I bought it at a rummage sale for $6.00. I think I'll resell it on ebay when she's done with it. I wonder how much I'll get?
Did I mention that my daughter has a DKNY coat.
I'm not even sure that I know what DKNY stands for. In fact, I'm certain that I have no idea.
But, nonetheless, she has a DKNY coat.
I bought it at a rummage sale for $6.00. I think I'll resell it on ebay when she's done with it. I wonder how much I'll get?
Did I mention that my daughter has a DKNY coat.
My daughter is french
Seriously...I think Mary's french.
Lately, out of nowhere, she's taken up this french accent. Whenever I tell her "no!" (for example if she's getting into the cupboards" she'll turn around, shake her finger at the cupboards, and say....
"no, no...be-be" (as in "no, no baby" but with this crazy french accent).
What is THIS all about????
Lately, out of nowhere, she's taken up this french accent. Whenever I tell her "no!" (for example if she's getting into the cupboards" she'll turn around, shake her finger at the cupboards, and say....
"no, no...be-be" (as in "no, no baby" but with this crazy french accent).
What is THIS all about????
As Requested....HALLOWEEN!
So I'm a bit behind the matter, but you know I was going to do some obligatory Halloween pics eventually!
This year my little munchkin went trick or treating as a Bumble Bee! It's rather interesting how she came to aquire the costume this year. I was visiting my very put-together friend Rachel in August (yes, I said August) when she asked me what Mary was going to be for Halloween?
Huh? Are you serious?
She confirmed that she was, indeed, serious and that most costumes fly off the shelf early and I had better get thinking about it (her little pirate is just two weeks younger than Mary so she keeps me on my toes). So that very night we got on line and began looking at costumes, deciding on the bumble bee. I wasn't sold on forking over $25 dollars just yet, so I just filed the idea in the back of my noggin for future use.
The very next morning we got up bright and early to go garage sale shopping (because mamma love a deal!). Well wouldn't you know it...and the most ghetto garage sale we visited I discover a virtually brand new bumble bee costume for.....get this....FIFTY CENTS!!!! How could I resist?
So I scooped it up, bought it, and come October 31st I had the cutest little bee you ever did see!
She actually REALLY got into trick-or-treating (for a 17 month old). She was very polite with her "thank you's" but man did she take her time picking candy out! It was so much fun!
This year my little munchkin went trick or treating as a Bumble Bee! It's rather interesting how she came to aquire the costume this year. I was visiting my very put-together friend Rachel in August (yes, I said August) when she asked me what Mary was going to be for Halloween?
Huh? Are you serious?
She confirmed that she was, indeed, serious and that most costumes fly off the shelf early and I had better get thinking about it (her little pirate is just two weeks younger than Mary so she keeps me on my toes). So that very night we got on line and began looking at costumes, deciding on the bumble bee. I wasn't sold on forking over $25 dollars just yet, so I just filed the idea in the back of my noggin for future use.
The very next morning we got up bright and early to go garage sale shopping (because mamma love a deal!). Well wouldn't you know it...and the most ghetto garage sale we visited I discover a virtually brand new bumble bee costume for.....get this....FIFTY CENTS!!!! How could I resist?
So I scooped it up, bought it, and come October 31st I had the cutest little bee you ever did see!
She actually REALLY got into trick-or-treating (for a 17 month old). She was very polite with her "thank you's" but man did she take her time picking candy out! It was so much fun!
Naughty Wal-Mart
Seriously...what do they put in the air in that place?
Last night I loaded Mary up and took her to Wal-Mart so that I could get some groceries and such (looooooong overdue on groceries). Walking into the store I had a time limit in my head, "I want to be out of here in 30 minutes or less."
YEAH RIGHT!
So they're playing the Christmas music (all my favorites) and they've got all their Christmas things out (I love looking at decorations and even those little gift sets they have this time of year). All of a sudden I feel my pace slowing, I'm lingering longer. In no time at all I find myself thinking, "Oooooh....it would be fun to just walk the aisles and see what I can find."
WHAT??? How did that happen? I had an agenda!
Seriously...I think they have some sort of magic "buy lots of stuff" potion that they pipe into the air ducts.
Anyone else buying into my conspiracy theory?
Last night I loaded Mary up and took her to Wal-Mart so that I could get some groceries and such (looooooong overdue on groceries). Walking into the store I had a time limit in my head, "I want to be out of here in 30 minutes or less."
YEAH RIGHT!
So they're playing the Christmas music (all my favorites) and they've got all their Christmas things out (I love looking at decorations and even those little gift sets they have this time of year). All of a sudden I feel my pace slowing, I'm lingering longer. In no time at all I find myself thinking, "Oooooh....it would be fun to just walk the aisles and see what I can find."
WHAT??? How did that happen? I had an agenda!
Seriously...I think they have some sort of magic "buy lots of stuff" potion that they pipe into the air ducts.
Anyone else buying into my conspiracy theory?
Friday, October 19, 2007
Morning surprise
You know how it is when you first wake up in the morning. You can't really see yet and you sorta stumble for a minute or two before your body is actually with it. Well, it is in those half awake moments when I greet my early riser daughter.
Yesterday morning was no exception. She fussed, I woke, she beckoned, I went to get her from her crib.
I walk in, still dazed, and greeted her. She seemed to be preoccupied with her finger. Holding it out, staring at it, pointing to it. In Mary-speak, this normally means she has an owie. I figured it was a hangnail or something of the sort.
I obliged her, saying, "Oh sweetie...does Mary have an owie? Momma kiss it? Momma make it better?"
This must have been what she was hoping for because she instantly stuck her owied finger up to me, so that I could give it a peck with my healing mama-magic.
And so I did. In my sleepy haze, I leaned down and touched my lips to her sweet little finger.
And it was at that moment that I felt the monstrous, wet booger that had been residing on the end of her fingertip attach itself to my mouth.
And so begins another day in this crazy life of mine.
Yesterday morning was no exception. She fussed, I woke, she beckoned, I went to get her from her crib.
I walk in, still dazed, and greeted her. She seemed to be preoccupied with her finger. Holding it out, staring at it, pointing to it. In Mary-speak, this normally means she has an owie. I figured it was a hangnail or something of the sort.
I obliged her, saying, "Oh sweetie...does Mary have an owie? Momma kiss it? Momma make it better?"
This must have been what she was hoping for because she instantly stuck her owied finger up to me, so that I could give it a peck with my healing mama-magic.
And so I did. In my sleepy haze, I leaned down and touched my lips to her sweet little finger.
And it was at that moment that I felt the monstrous, wet booger that had been residing on the end of her fingertip attach itself to my mouth.
And so begins another day in this crazy life of mine.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Bad blogger...
Man, I've been bad at keeping up with this lately. The problem is that I think of about 37 different blog topics a day...and then they just never seem to make it to the computer screen. Ah well....
All is good here. I've been very busy with the business which is fun (who wouldn't love getting paid to take pictures of cute little munchkins?) but tiring as well. I'm actually quite excited as I look ahead to next week when I have no appointments. Time for some quality mother-daughter bonding, I think.
Mary is good. She still knocks my socks off with her braininess. The other day she was walking around the house going like this:
"Blhhdhd" (pretend that's a stick your tongue out and spit noise)
"Bless you"
"Blhdhd"
"Bless you"
"Blhhdhd"
"Bless you"
"Blhhdhd"
"Bless you"
She's such a nerd! I can't help but laugh at her.
Whenever we go over to her grandma's (which is pretty much daily) she busts through the door and yells, "SURPRISE!"
Such a grand entrance! Taking after her mother, perhaps? :)
The other day we sent her over to grandpa's for the evening so that Kurt and I could hang the wallpaper border in her room (it's about time!). We also decided to rearrange the furniture now that we'll be running the heat in there. So then we go get Mary, and she ends up falling asleep in Kurt's arms downstairs. He takes her, still sleeping, and lays her down in her crib. Fast forward to the next morning. I walk in her room to wake her up and she's just standing there, bewildered by the fact that everthing looks different than how she remembers it from the day before. Then I notice her stroking the wallpaper border (which has cute little farm animals on it) and saying over and over again, "Cow....cow....cow..."
Too funny!
Anyway, that's the update on us. Mary's still cooky and her mom and dad aren't far behind. :)
All is good here. I've been very busy with the business which is fun (who wouldn't love getting paid to take pictures of cute little munchkins?) but tiring as well. I'm actually quite excited as I look ahead to next week when I have no appointments. Time for some quality mother-daughter bonding, I think.
Mary is good. She still knocks my socks off with her braininess. The other day she was walking around the house going like this:
"Blhhdhd" (pretend that's a stick your tongue out and spit noise)
"Bless you"
"Blhdhd"
"Bless you"
"Blhhdhd"
"Bless you"
"Blhhdhd"
"Bless you"
She's such a nerd! I can't help but laugh at her.
Whenever we go over to her grandma's (which is pretty much daily) she busts through the door and yells, "SURPRISE!"
Such a grand entrance! Taking after her mother, perhaps? :)
The other day we sent her over to grandpa's for the evening so that Kurt and I could hang the wallpaper border in her room (it's about time!). We also decided to rearrange the furniture now that we'll be running the heat in there. So then we go get Mary, and she ends up falling asleep in Kurt's arms downstairs. He takes her, still sleeping, and lays her down in her crib. Fast forward to the next morning. I walk in her room to wake her up and she's just standing there, bewildered by the fact that everthing looks different than how she remembers it from the day before. Then I notice her stroking the wallpaper border (which has cute little farm animals on it) and saying over and over again, "Cow....cow....cow..."
Too funny!
Anyway, that's the update on us. Mary's still cooky and her mom and dad aren't far behind. :)
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