Friday, June 24, 2011

Eventually We Get There

My conversation with Emmy just a minute ago...

"Hey Em, what should we have for dinner tonight?"

"Ooooh!  Pajama Party Friday!"

"Okay, but I mean what should we eat for dinner at our party?"

"Umm...oooooohhh snugglefest-eat-on-the-floor-with-blankets!"

"Yeah, I mean, what should we PUT IN OUR MOUTHS AND CHEW tonight?"
(giving me a smirk that tells me she knew exactly what she was doing) "Peas"

"Oh, okay we can do that"

"No worries Mom"

Sunday, June 19, 2011

I'm Gonna Watch You Shine

To all the Dads that make our lives brighter...
Happy Father's Day!!!  Thank you for being YOU!!!!
All of us

Friday, June 17, 2011

And on an opposite note...

Ahhh...the things we do to get Emmy to eat food...any food...
Meet "Pancake Googa".  And she still didn't eat it.
*Breakfast art by Drew

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Rosa Ate My Dinner

And I'm still hungry and now, a little cranky.  Cause I hauled myself and two slightly wet, definitely muddy girls to Trader Joe's for a quick trip to indulge a craving for a little spanakopita in the middle of some outdoor playtime.  And now it's gone...and not in my belly.  And so are the leftovers. Girlfriend loves her a little (a lot of) Greek food.  Can you say RIP OFF?!
"Yeah, I said I wanted a cheese quesadilla...sucka!"

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Parenting Styles

  Maternal instincts...

And something...different...(no, she's not giving baby a smoochie)



Monday, June 13, 2011

"Because it's just too much fun..."

This was Emmy's explanation of why she didn't want to sign up for the summer session of gymnastics class.  Of course.
At least we made it through her first class setting almost intact.  With relatively little psychological trauma.   And we rocked picture day hardcore, with unabashed obnoxiousness in record photo taking.

This is so the face of too much fun.

Someone's been eating her Wheaties.
Miss Melissa, her very favoritest teacher.  Mine too.
Intense focus of a true athlete.
Makes me laugh uncontrollably every time...
Check out that form!
Miss Zoraida, her very patient teacher and "Lucy curleycue" waiting her turn.

Congratulations Tumblebees graduate! 
Now if I could only find Bela Karoyli's number...

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Hello...Ashton...Is That You?

What is the probability that one family would endure 3 basement floods of varying causes in the span of one year of first-time home ownership?  What about the probability of said family enduring this shortly following an almost unendurable 1+ year of unemployment?  What about that same family enduring that same third flood on the same day their 3 year old got a mysterious 104 degree fever with hallucinations and vomiting?  Complete with approximately 2 hours of sleep.  Are you doing statistics in your head?  Oh, I'm sorry that's only Drew.  What if during the time the restoration crew is tearing apart the newly installed drywall in the recently cleaned up and primed (twice last weekend) basement they find a separate and completely different leak under another segment of now torn up ceiling caused by a nail shot into a copper pipe by a handyman working too quickly?  What if I throw in 2 separate and equally inaccurate diagnoses of ringworm in a span of 4 months to a pregnant/post-partum woman with an unknown (at the time) allergy to a new lotion?  Oh, I threw ya with that last one, huh? 
Yeeeeaaaahhhhh.  I'm fairly certain we're being Punk'd.  Except, I thought that show was cancelled.
Hello?  Is there a camera behind this door?  Hello?

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Ode To A Rosebud

Through your cries and wails
And kicks and flails
During EVERY diaper change you've had...
Though sometimes I want to poke my eyes out
And scream and shout
Because you drive me so mad...
You now stop your cries
And temporarily dry your eyes
To say "tank you", and I think THAT IS RAD!!!!
I love you ... you crazy little woman.