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Thursday, June 30, 2011

Drama Queen

I did not teach her this. I swear I did not.

Ana has taken to fainting to make her point about things. For example...

Last night she walked over to my feet, sniffed them, and proceeded to keel over.


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Wednesday, June 29, 2011

My Memory Is Going...

Here is how I attempted to write this morning's post:

Ana, what's something funny you said lately? I can't remember. My brain is fuzzy these days.

That's never a set-up for getting something actually usable. Instead I got unsolicited advice:

Well, maybe you could just think about it. Think - What's something funny that Ana said?

Yes, Honey, that's what I'm doing and it's not working. Can YOU remember anything?

I remember that time I made the potty really stinky. Do you remember that?

So there you have it.

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Tuesday, June 28, 2011

Technology Isn't My Friend

In the past I have been known to have various technological issues. On the plus side, these issues helped me to learn some basic rules about technology, however, such as:

1. If you want to use your cell phone, don't let it drop into a glass of wine.

2. If you want to use your cell phone, don't put it in the same bag as a sippy cup.

3. If you want to get somewhere, don't hand me your iPhone and tell me to look up the map.

and now...

4. If you want to use your computer, don't break off the charger while it is plugged in.

Seemingly basic all, but I am apparently not a basic girl. Why don't they tell you these things??? At any rate, We'-re b-a-a-ck...

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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Ana to My Belly

Whoa, Babies! You're building a really big house in there!!

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Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Dessert Please?

We try to limit Ana to no more than one dessert a day, ideally not everyday, and only after eating a good lunch or dinner. We try.

She tries to get around that as best as she can. When she's at Nana and Papa Bear's, they have a stash of ice cream sandwiches that they keep for her and she looks forward to them every time.

Ana to Nana at 9 a.m.:

Nana? Does a person like you ever let a kid like me eat an ice cream sandwich after breakfast if I ate a good breakfast?

Of course she got her ice cream sandwich :-)

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Monday, June 20, 2011

Beauty Is In the Eye of the Beholder...

Ana is not shy about admiring her beauty. Usually she says things like, My lips are as red as the rose. My hair is golden sunshine. My eyes are like chocolate M&Ms.

She threw me for a loop, then, when she told me this on Sunday: My teeth are like bits of gold.

I think we need to do a bit better job of brushing...

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Friday, June 17, 2011

Mars Vs. Venus

Me: Hey, you know what I'm excited about? Seeing how big I can grow these babies. I want to see if I can get them big enough to stay out of the NICU.

Scott: You know what I'm excited about? I have a coupon for a free spicy chicken biscuit from Chik-fil-A. I'm going to get it this morning.

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Thursday, June 16, 2011

Dirty Dancer

There is a song on the radio that I'm guessing is called Dirty Dancer given the number of times that the singer says those words. Ana heard it and asked me, Mom, why is she a dirty dancer?

Well, she dances so much she gets sweaty and dirty.

Oh. And does she also shake her bum?

HOW does she know these things???

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Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Retiring My Shorts

I have some Strawberry Shortcake pajama shorts. I'm not going to get into a discussion on what this says about me - I'd probably rather not know. Apparently Strawberry is showing wear from my pregnancy, or else she needs to lay off of the shortcake...

Mommy! Your jammies don't fit you! Your bum is too big!

Ironically, after I typed up this entry I checked my hotmail account and found an email from Jason's Deli with the subject line Go Wild for Strawberry Shortcake! My bum and I will try to stay away.

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Monday, June 13, 2011

Out of the Mouths of Babes...

We went to some friends' house Saturday evening to hang out and then grab some dinner at a restaurant. We hadn't been to their house before, so it was Ana's first viewing and she was impressed by all of the decorative items. She hadn't stepped more than 5 feet into the house before she proclaimed her approval:

I could get used to this house!

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Saturday, June 11, 2011

4 1/2 Going on 40...

My lady is a worrier. Most of it is internal, but occasionally it slips out and I like to try to help her with it.

We were riding home in the car after a lunch with friends where she was policing all of her friends - Mom, she's not eating her food! She won't get to have dessert! Mom, she shouldn't be climbing on the wall! She's going to get hurt!

I kicked off the discussion. So, Honey, sometimes you feel like you have to be in charge of your friends or something bad will happen. What do you worry will happen to your friends if you don't look out for them?

Mom. Can we just give me a break right now? I'm trying to have a little rest.

God help me when I try to talk with her at 13. She is already way past her Mama in smarts!

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Friday, June 10, 2011

Guys and Dolls

Ana sings all of the time. All. of. the. time. I have forgotten this, though, because it is all. of. the. time. I guess I have just gotten to where I tune it out. I was reminded yesterday, however, when someone, observing Ana, asked me:

So, do you just feel like you live in a musical, or what?

It's a fun way to look at it.

(Deep baritone) Signing off, now... The child is a-wa-ke. (Waving of hands and arms)

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Thursday, June 9, 2011

I Need A Shopping Spree

Clearly I have been neglecting myself. I need a new purse. I need shoes. I could stand with a size larger of clothes. The list goes on and on. I'm not a big spender on things for myself, though, so I didn't realize how bad it had gotten until I overheard Ana's latest pretend play:

I have to get ready for the ball! I need to get fancy with a new dress and new lipstick and new mascara and new shoes. I have to get ready to go shopping. Bye, Mom! I'm going to H-E-B.

For those not of Texas, H-E-B is one of our main grocery stores. Clearly I am slacking on the education of my girlie girl daughter. On second thought, maybe that's not such a bad thing....

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Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Oh Brother!

So, despite Ana's earlier comments about being flexible about learning to like a brother, the thought has freaked her out. When my girl gets worried, my girl gets worried. So, unbeknownst to us, she has been minorly obsessing about her brother-to-be in her head.

We have a fantastic family friend who is great with kids and seems to be able to pry information out of them, in a non-prying way, that a parent would never be privy to. I pretended the old going to the bathroom but really hovering in the hall to eavesdrop move (God, I love 4 year olds, I am so busted when she is older!).

Turns out that Ana is worried about brother because:

I don't know how to play boy toys! I don't like boy toys like cars and trucks and Spiderman. I only like princess toys (yes, we know).

Also, a recent library find about Helen Keller written for the younger set was clearly a poor choice:

I think the babies are going to come out blind and not being able to hear...

Oops! Another strike for Mommy on that one... Who knew? Guess I will have to return that book I picked up about Pearl Harbor. Kidding. Just kidding.

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Monday, June 6, 2011

Like Red to A Bull

Red is to a bull like ____ is to a pregnant person. (Choose one of the following)

a. You are glowing. Your hair is lustrous and thick. You look amazing.

b. I think it is so cool that you can out eat me now.


c. I am going to pretend that I didn't hear you say that and I will go ahead and chalk it up to you being pregnant.

Should you choose erroneously, and I think we all know which choice that is, then you will have to pretend even harder that you don't hear what might follow.

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Friday, June 3, 2011

Bathtub Jets?

Ana is not a fan of the jets in our bathtub - they freak her out. Yesterday was a long one - Ana was being rough and I was dragging, or maybe my ever expanding belly was dragging me? At any rate, I threw her in the tub for a break, but when she offered to share the tub with me, I took her up on it. It was Heavenly.

I tried to convince Ana that we should turn the jets on, so we could revive our bubbles and get a back massage at the same time. She wasn't buying. Instead she had another idea:

Mommy, let's pretend jets.

Okay... how do we do that?

ppppptttttt..... (the sound of bubbles coming up from the water, somewhere in the region of her hindquarters.)


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Thursday, June 2, 2011

How Old Are You???

My kid cracks me up. She is way more emotionally mature than me sometimes. Case in point:

We were driving home from seeing a movie yesterday. After the movie, Ana pulled some grumpy faces, humphs, and crossed arms when I told her she couldn't play the video games, so I decided to bring it up in the car. This is what she said to me -

Mom. Can we just have a little break right now? I had a hard day. Can you just not talk to me for a little bit? I had a hard day and I didn't sleep very much in the night. I just need a little peace.

I will have to write that down on a little card and try to remember to read it to Scott when I am stressed out instead of going with what I might say.

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Check Your Bra

If your hands are full getting out of the car and you can't think of any place to stash 4 little plastic dolls other than your bra, make sure you take the dolls out right away when you get inside.

If you don't manage to do that, and you are inclined to have a crazy idea like carrying something in your bra, make sure you check your bra before you leave the house.

If you don't manage to do that, check your bra before you leave the car.

If you don't manage to do that, at least distribute the dolls evenly in the first place so that you look like you were endowed with two lumpy boobs instead of one overly large lumpy one and one normal one.

Just a suggestion...

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Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Pack Rat

Ana is a serious collector of all things junk. Her room can turn into a pit if I don't make a periodic sweep. Given that I had been sick as a dog with this pregnancy - hospitalized twice kind of sick - things have piled up around here.

Scott and I dug into a massive clean-up over the 3 day weekend. He finally had to distract her so that I could finish her room off without taking 2 steps forward and 1.89 steps back. Woe to me that I did not make more of an effort to hide my spoils.

Learn from my mistake - if you are going to throw your kids' stuff in the kitchen garbage, at least hide it under something.

Ana: Hey! What's my stuff doing in here! These are my treasures! I like this! (old empty box)

Me: What is that doing in there? It was supposed to go in the garage! I must have gotten confused because the bag that it's in looks like a trash bag. Oops! Sorry!

Ana: That's okay, Mommy. I got it all out. I'm going to go play with it now.


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