Girlymama

I was extremely frustrated and said to my daughter, “The world does not revolve around you!”

“Yes it does, Mama!” she replies!

My husband has been insisting for awhile now that our kids need a trampoline. I keep insisting that trampolines are too dangerous. However, it couldn’t possibly be more dangerous than this.

Remember this rough day I had, when I broke one of the bowls I got for Christmas? I was so sad. I really liked those bowls.
Today I came home from Bible Study and there was a package outside my door. I thought, “Hum. I guess my MIL ordered some stuff online” (she ships stuff to my house since she lives in a big apartment building and is afarid of someone snatching boxes that arrive.)  But the package was addressed to… me! What? So I took it inside and opened it. It was two new bowls! Like the one I broke! I looked at the packing slip thinking, “How sweet. My mom sent me the bowl I broke.”
Nope. It was from my little brother. How sweet is that? He’s single, Ladies. Any takers? Here he is going apple picking with Little Sister last year:

big sister’s treasure collection on her windowsill:

that’s a fossil she made in school for dinosaur week, a seashell from the family vacation at the shore, and a little box that was a favor at her uncle’s wedding. its so sweet to see what she treasures.

my ipod. really. i can’t imagine life without it.  (my new thing is listening to books on tape when i’m cleaning and stuff. right now, its harry potter. tee-hee.)

curling up in bed under the warm duvet and sleeping in. i love this even more when its raining or really windy outside. makes sleep more luxurious.

long, really really hot bubble baths. with a good book. and a glass of wine. heaven.

when the kids climb up in our bed on sunday morning for cuddles and whispered conversations.

I realize I never mentioned how that went. Little Sis is amazing. That little monkey lays right down in her bed and goes right to sleep. Then she just sits in her bed and plays with her dolls until we come get her in the morning. Never gets out, never causes trouble.
You non-parents are saying, “My, what a good girl she is.” You parents are saying, as we are, “That was way too easy.”
She must be saving it all up for when she is potty trained in a few months. That should be entertaining for ya’ll.

Me: “You never cook. Why is that?”
Husband: “Because you’re so good at it?” single eyebrow raise by me “…And I get home from work late?”
Me: “I don’t think….”
Husband: “Besides, I do cook. I cook the girls breakfast in the morning.”
Me: “Ex-cuse  me?”
Husband: “I make them breakfast every morning.”
Me: “That is not cooking.”
Husband: “Yes it is! I cook toast. I cook frozen waffles. If there was something else that would fit in the toaster, I’d cook that too!”
Me: “Sigh.”

“Mama! I sticker the chair!”
“What?” distracted as I am talking on the phone.
“I sticker the chair!”
“What chair?” looking in her bedroom “The rocking chair?”
“No, Mama, your chair. With stickers.”
“What?” running up the stairs. “Sigh. Smile, Babe, we need to document this one.”

yup. those are stamps.

Today, in the spirit of getting nothing done that I intended to originally, I decided to take down Little Sis’s crib and give her a big girl bed. By myself, with only Little Sis to help. Luckily she was so busy “helping” me by hiding all the hardware and stealing my screwdrivers that she didn’t hear my unladylike mumblings as I attempted this.

We have been putting bed thing off. Little Sis is a fantastic sleeper. She generally is asleep by 8 and we don’t hear from here again until around 7:30am. And she takes great naps. And if I’m busy when she wakes up, she’ll just play quietly until I come get her. An hour later. So you see why I am hesitant to put her in a bed where she has the power to get out. And cause trouble, since Trouble is her middle name. But its time.
Surprisingly, I am very sad packing away the crib.  There was nothing sentimental about kicking Big Sis out of her crib when Little Sis needed it. But this has made me so depressed. Maybe that Little Sis is growing up? Maybe that she’s not my “baby” anymore? Maybe my uterus is just hurting from baby lust. I just can’t believe she’s in a bed. Already. (sob!)

   Little Sister’s room when we moved in.

and here it is painted, pre-bed.

And after I took down the crib, put away the baby toys, put up the big girl bed:
 Let me point out the mirror, which I trash picked and refinished and the cute letters on the wall that I made. How cute is her room? And how cute is this?

So I just resolved to stop buying crap, right? Today I’m in Ikea, picking up some wall anchors so that our bookshelves don’t come crashing down on our kids as they try to climb them. And I was passing by the ‘as-is’ department. And I saw it. The couch I’ve been coveting for about 3 years.  Half-price. Because of a small scratch on the back. Bummer.
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In case you didn’t know, giving your kids chocolate pudding at night is not a good idea.

 
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Today we got great news from the allergist – Husband isn’t allergic to bees anymore! Yay! No more Epipen in the backpack. No more me having to kill any bees that get in the house. It’d be good not to have to use that life insurance policy.

Apparently, this is de-lurking week. I found this out from dcrmom and chris. And I’m game. Basically  if you’ve been reading my blog and not commenting, its time to come out of the closet. Tell us who you are, how you found me and something about yourself.
I confess, I am very curious who read this here blog. Besides my 10 or so faithful readers. 9 of who are real-life friends or related to me, so they have to read.
Don’t be shy! Leave your url and I’ll visit you! And leave a comment! I promise!

update:
Okay, dudes. As of right now, I’ve had 135 hits on this blog today. And ONE comment. Karen rocks. The rest of you are slackers.