Sunday, January 24, 2010
picks her nose
sings loudly and terribly with her iPod on
writes great stories
loves to draw
is my super big girl
still sucks her thumb
finally succumbed to potty training
is far too bossy for her own good
can almost write her name
can almost sing the alphabet song
is my current "favorite" of the bunch
is a troublemaker
can't keep his feet off the dinner table
but at least they are cute feet
throws a mean tantrum
has the biggest brown eyes
is my cuddle bug
Here's to posting new stories in 2010!
Sunday, April 19, 2009
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
A couple of days after that dinner, I was sitting in the living room working and Maeve came out to me and said "Mom, look at my face!" and she was caressing her cheeks, which I noticed had a film of some sort on them, and she reeked of fruitiness. I actually thought she had gotten into Michaela's chapstick, which she has been known to do and to destroy. I got up and followed her into Doodie's bedroom where I see what has really happened.
They had gotten the little bottle of hand sanitizer and a tupperware bowl (thank the Lord) and proceeded to dump the whole bottle into the bowl. Then they were smearing it all over their hands, arms and faces. Yay! They smelled like that stuff for two days afterwards, I swear.
And to top it off, like two days after this incident, I was in the bedroom on the computer and on the phone with my sister when I realized that it was too quiet. So I came out into the living room to find Maeve and Doodie with the Bath and Body Works hand soap and they were pumping it all over the top of Maeve's potty chair and rubbing it all over. Luckily I caught them before it got too out of control, and I don't think anyone ate any of it. But geez!
Even though Maeve and Doodie fight, I can see that they are also going to be fabulous partners in crime.
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Plus, he's obviously not cut out for the whole matchy matchy thing. What's up with those boots?
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Maeve grabs her laminated sheet after we walk in.
She spies a butterfly on the ground and gets down for a closer look.
Wait, not close enough. I'd better get closer... There. Now we're talking.
Then, as we're walking along a little later, a butterfly lands on Maeve's shoulder. So I tell her to hold still so I can brush him off without hurting him. She spies him. She FREAKS OUT.
All she could say after the horrible butterfly incident was "Let's get outta here Mom! Let's get outta here!" I honestly never thought a little butterfly scare her so bad! But we left and she calmed down. Poor Maeve.
I think the parents in there thought I was a heartless freak because I pulled away from her while she was screaming to take a photo. But it was too hilarious. I couldn't NOT take a picture. :)
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Why can't I love laundry so much? It would make it less of a chore and we might actually have clean clothes once in a while! :)
Monday, January 26, 2009
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
After about 20 minutes I gave up. It's now in shambles in the middle of my floor.
Monday, December 29, 2008
When I ran to see D's fingers there was a nice, neat row of deep lines pushed into his skin on all four fingers of his right hand. After calming him down and having him sit with me for 30 minutes or so I can now see that they are swollen to about twice their normal size and I'd bet they are going to be purple and blue before too long. I don't think they are broken because he doesn't scream when I touch them and he's up playing now, but man.
Maeve is evil.
I hope Doodie survives.