Friday, June 5, 2009

Tip of the Day

Our family safety monitor. You can never be too careful when cooking dinner.


Thursday, June 4, 2009

Who Do I Blame For This??

...Diego or the Planet Earth series??
A few weekends ago, okay more like a few months ago (yes, yes, I am soooo behind on this blog!), we went to a carnival-type-festival-kind-of-kids-celebration in our community (okay, it was free!). My normally shy child who cowers behind me whenever an adult talks to her walked right up to this man (who is creepier than his birds!) and wanted to hold a bird.

Here she is plotting how she is going to hide the bird under her sweatshirt and bring it home without the creepy man noticing:Luckily she noticed a nearby pony ride and we escaped the birds. Sometimes I'm not sure how this is really MY child. I love her, but we have some different interests!

Our Good Deed for the Day

The other night we decided to get a treat and stopped in at Baskin Robbins. I haven't been there in years, and about fell over at the price of one scoop of ice cream. Remember when ice cream (blue bubblegum ice cream!) at the local drug store was .35?? I use to beg my mom for the money and I remember her saying no most of the time.

Anywho, we saw this homeless child in front of the store and decided to invite her in for some ice cream. I mean, come on, who would dress their child like this? I wish we would have gotten a picture of her whole outfit: you can see the knit cap and scarf, the flower dress and pink sweater, but you are missing the tights and red sparkly shoes (none of which matched).

She seemed pretty happy about the "pink" ice cream we bought for her. She was pretty cute under all those clothes, so we brought her home with us.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Triple Please

My almost 3 year old is obsessed with snacks. She begs and begs like I never feed her. Here is how our post-lunch conversation went in the car. (Keep in mind that this conversation is in her most high-pitched, almost 3 year old voice):

Her: "Mom, I need a snack."
Me: "No, you don't need a snack, you just ate lunch."
Her: "Moooommmm (now moving to her 13 year old, annoyed with her mother voice) I am really hungry."
Me: "You should have finished your lunch."
Her: "Mom, let's have popcorn, that's a good idea."
Me: "No, you should have eaten your lunch. Remember when we ate lunch, like 20 minutes ago?"
Her: "Triple please, Mom. Let's have popcorn. Triple please."
Me: "Where did you learn 'Triple please'?"
Her: "'Livia."
Me: "Who??"
Her: "'Livia (again, in the 13 year old voice), the pig. She's so great."
Me: "Oh, Olivia."

Next time I'm on the phone with a hard to deal with customer service rep, I'm going to use this technique. "Triple please. I just want to cancel my internet service. Don't charge me an early termination, don't argue with me, just do this for me. Triple please." Wouldn't life be so much easier if we just "triple please'd" everyone?!?

Friday, May 22, 2009

Show Those Pearly Whites!

Yesterday I was driving with Baby J (which I know is a ridiculous blogname for my almost 3 year old) and we drove near her pediatric dentist. I didn't mention where we were, I'm pretty sure I was caught up signing, "My Life Would Suck Without You". Not signing well, just loud, when I heard this from the backseat:

Baby J: "Mom, the dentist cleaned my teeth. They are so shiny. See." (as she is opening up her mouth and pointing to those pearly whites.)
Me: (Thinking in my mind - how the heck does she remember this is where the dentist's office is?? The last time we went was February!) "That's right, he did clean your teeth."
Baby J: "They are soooooo clean, Mom."
Me: "Do you want to go back to the dentist?"
Baby J: (In her most annoyed 13-year old voice) "Mooooommmmm, I already went to the dentist, 'member."

Her pediatric dentist rocks because every night she reminds me to use the "temperature" while brushing her teeth (it's actally a sand "timer" that the dentist gave her to remind us to brush for 3 minutes). If the timer isn't finished, she tells me to keep going because that's "what the dentist said". (Have I mentioned her bossy side. Weird, don't know where that comes from!)

Her dentist takes a picture with every new patient on their first visit. The original is a Polaroid (I thought they stopped making those??) that immediately started fading when I held it in the sun too long (oops!). Baby J. is pretty shy with new people. She'll talk all about them afterward (like her new BFF Dentist), but she won't look at them and usually is hiding behind my legs if someone tries to talk to her. The dentist sat next to her for the picture and every time she inched away from him, he kept getting closer. The picture is priceless! That's our little miracle!

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Hello, Are You There??

Hi Blogland. It's me, Dana. Sorry it's been for-ev-er since my last post. I won't bore you with my *pathetic* excuses, I thought I'd give this another whirl and let you know what's been going on since February *yikes*.

We are in the downward slope of moving. The moving truck arrives in 19 days (not that I'm counting), and then we head out about a week after that. Right now I am purging (one of my hobbies), making to do lists, eating pantry meals (black bean soup all week!), and trying to avoid any talk about goodbyes. (I'll tell you more in later posts - that will also make me accountable to do more posts! I'm debating about making this blog private so that I feel more comfortable giving further details about our move - thoughts??)

I'm still struggling with our nomadic lifestyle. It's given me the opportunity to meet amazing people that I might never have crossed paths with, as well as taken me to places I'd never dreamed of living (such as the deep South. It was a great experience, just a wee bit different from my West Coast roots). But I still miss "home". Home being a place where (as I steal from a famous song) "everybody knows your name." I'm over small talk - "Hi. Where are you from? Where were you stationed before this? What does your husband do?". I'm over idle chit-chat - "How do like living here? How long will you be here?" I know that it takes these foundations to feel out friendships, learn who you connect with. Maybe that's why this move is so hard for me. I'm leaving the comfort of friendships that have moved past these simple question and answer sessions, and going into the unknown of a new town, a new region, a whole new set of insurance paperwork!

I'm blessed to have a wonderful family unit. A husband that could live out of his suitcase indefinitely, and a daughter who is still shy around most people, but can't get enough of our neighbor, Miss Cathy. They are both adaptable. They love new adventures. I am still learning to love adventure. I'm mostly a creature of comfort, of familiarity. God is definitely stretching me past my comfort zone. But praise the Lord for unlimited long distance and the internet!

Thanks for listening!


Monday, February 23, 2009

My 2-Year Old, My Stylist

In light of the Oscar's last night and all the chit-chat today about the fashion hits and misses from the red carpet, I'd like to share the fashions found lately in our household:

Rain boots and umbrellas are HOT. They go with anything, rain or shine:
The best outfit of all - the shirt that use to be a dress one year ago, paired with the sparkly red glitter shoes that cost $1:
Helmets were big in December, but are so passe. Now only worn when riding a bike, in a dress. And it doesn't matter that it's a summer dress you wore to your 2-year old birthday party. Whine enough, and your mama will pair it will a sweater in January:


Accessories - the more the better. Wings, necklaces, whatever. They don't have to match, they just have to "go". Also, princess silhouettes are still fabulous, and are perfectly paired with pjs:

The sad part is that my 2-year old passed me in fashion sense about a year and a half ago. The other day she told me, "Mom, you need a necklace." Also sad is that whenever I put on jeans she either cries, "Mama, don't leave," or asks, "Where we going?" That's because if mama gets out of her sweats, it's a big day out!