Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Woohoo!
Today is surprisingly fabulous!
I won a contest at one of my favorite blogs, Testosterhome.
The grand prize is one free month of E-mealz. I'm excited to have less fuss and more variety in our family fare. I'll keep you posted on my experience.
Eeee! Very excited.
Update: Kevin's reaction to the E-mealz prize (keep in mind that he eats PB&J for lunch five days out of the week): "Congrats. But don't make me eat weird things."
I won a contest at one of my favorite blogs, Testosterhome.
The grand prize is one free month of E-mealz. I'm excited to have less fuss and more variety in our family fare. I'll keep you posted on my experience.
Eeee! Very excited.
Update: Kevin's reaction to the E-mealz prize (keep in mind that he eats PB&J for lunch five days out of the week): "Congrats. But don't make me eat weird things."
Friday, May 20, 2011
Bats and The People Who Love Them
Last Friday we did some yard saleing. I've never been much of a garage saler, but in the spirit of thrift and reuse, I thought that hey, maybe someone else's trash really will be my treasure.
I haven't been disappointed. Nor has Monica.
We found a particularly interesting yard in the midst of a subdivision wide sale with some great kid stuff. While I picked through some fare on the tables, Monica found a large trunk of 50 cent stuffed animals. I'm not really big on used stuffed animals, or other used plush objects that are difficult to wash, but since she was being a good sport in the heat, I told her she could pick *1* thing. Among the little tree frogs, bears, bunnies and dinosaurs, I'm pretty sure she picked the strangest thing: a bat with flaming wings, fangs and goggley eyes. I tried to make other suggestions, but no. It had to be the bat. So, off we went with a play tent, cat ears, and the bat, all for $3.
Since then, the bat has become indispensible. Bat (that's its name of course) is in the crib for naps and nighttime and comes with us to the store, to playgroup, and even the dentist.
On the way to the dentist, Monica informed me that she is a princess, "a pretty pretty princess." So, playing along, I made up a story about the princess and her bat. "Once there was a pretty pretty princess named Monica. Princess Monica had a bat who loved her more than anything. This bat was so loyal and loving that he went everywhere with the princess. He played with blocks and the dollhouse. He sat with her at dinner and stayed with her all night while she slept, even though he'd much rather be awake and flying around and drinking fruit nectar. He was the best bat a princess could have. What else did the bat do, Princess Monica?"
"The bat snuggled right into Monica's heart."
Well, that settled it. This bat is loved and not going anywhere anytime soon.
When the dentist came out into the waiting room to collect us for Monica's very first exam, he found me, Monica and Bat reading a book on the couch. After complimenting Monica on her very pink outfit, he said, "Oh! Is that your kitty?" Monica wasted no time in correcting him, "No! It's a bat!" she exclaimed while flopping him around above her head. "Complete with flaming wings and fangs!" I said.
The dentist seemed a little surprised to see a 2 year old loving on a stuffed bat, but I'm sure he's seen stranger things. When we entered the exam room, we found out that David, the 20-something dental assistant, also loves bats. When Monica showed him the bat, he gave her a big grin and said, "Oooh! Bats are my favorite!" Obviously, we came to the right place. Monica's appointment went really well, and Bat never left her side.
I guess we got our 50 cent's worth and then some.
I haven't been disappointed. Nor has Monica.
We found a particularly interesting yard in the midst of a subdivision wide sale with some great kid stuff. While I picked through some fare on the tables, Monica found a large trunk of 50 cent stuffed animals. I'm not really big on used stuffed animals, or other used plush objects that are difficult to wash, but since she was being a good sport in the heat, I told her she could pick *1* thing. Among the little tree frogs, bears, bunnies and dinosaurs, I'm pretty sure she picked the strangest thing: a bat with flaming wings, fangs and goggley eyes. I tried to make other suggestions, but no. It had to be the bat. So, off we went with a play tent, cat ears, and the bat, all for $3.
Since then, the bat has become indispensible. Bat (that's its name of course) is in the crib for naps and nighttime and comes with us to the store, to playgroup, and even the dentist.
On the way to the dentist, Monica informed me that she is a princess, "a pretty pretty princess." So, playing along, I made up a story about the princess and her bat. "Once there was a pretty pretty princess named Monica. Princess Monica had a bat who loved her more than anything. This bat was so loyal and loving that he went everywhere with the princess. He played with blocks and the dollhouse. He sat with her at dinner and stayed with her all night while she slept, even though he'd much rather be awake and flying around and drinking fruit nectar. He was the best bat a princess could have. What else did the bat do, Princess Monica?"
"The bat snuggled right into Monica's heart."
Well, that settled it. This bat is loved and not going anywhere anytime soon.
When the dentist came out into the waiting room to collect us for Monica's very first exam, he found me, Monica and Bat reading a book on the couch. After complimenting Monica on her very pink outfit, he said, "Oh! Is that your kitty?" Monica wasted no time in correcting him, "No! It's a bat!" she exclaimed while flopping him around above her head. "Complete with flaming wings and fangs!" I said.
The dentist seemed a little surprised to see a 2 year old loving on a stuffed bat, but I'm sure he's seen stranger things. When we entered the exam room, we found out that David, the 20-something dental assistant, also loves bats. When Monica showed him the bat, he gave her a big grin and said, "Oooh! Bats are my favorite!" Obviously, we came to the right place. Monica's appointment went really well, and Bat never left her side.
I guess we got our 50 cent's worth and then some.
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
Over-Sharing
We've really been encouraging Monica to be attentive to James and respond to him when he has needs. If he's fussy or on his own, I'll often ask her to bring him a toy or just go talk to him. It took a while, but she's really starting to get the hang of it and often responds to his fussing or chatting without being prompted. The other morning, James was being particularly fussy and Monica decided to cheer him up. This time, she went a little overboard.
"James...do you want this in your nose? How 'bout this in your nose?"
"Monica what is that?"
"James...in your nose?"
"Monica, is that a booger?"
"Boogie...in James nose?"
"No, Monica. Thank you for being so generous, but we do not share our boogies with anyone. Let's get a tissue."
"James...do you want this in your nose? How 'bout this in your nose?"
"Monica what is that?"
"James...in your nose?"
"Monica, is that a booger?"
"Boogie...in James nose?"
"No, Monica. Thank you for being so generous, but we do not share our boogies with anyone. Let's get a tissue."
Sunday, May 15, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Is it weird...
...that I'm sitting in front of the computer,
obsessively monitoring the live-tweeting of the birth of my friend's identical twin boys,
that's happening at the hospital five minutes from my house,
all while sipping a bottle of beer?
Nah.
obsessively monitoring the live-tweeting of the birth of my friend's identical twin boys,
that's happening at the hospital five minutes from my house,
all while sipping a bottle of beer?
Nah.
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