Sunday, August 8, 2010

Why must blowouts always follow baths??

Post Green Beans... Katie has to be quiet and still while Emily is eating because Emily would much rather pay attention to her then the spoon!
It started after I gave Emily a really thorough bath.  She has a touch of cradle cap so I had been putting the special oily stuff on her head throughout the day and then every time I fed her a bottle I would just have her little baby brush and gently rub it on her head loosening up the "gunk".  Then when I gave her a bath I got behind her ears and washed her hair twice (what little there is of it).  Washed her body down twice.  All nice and fresh and clean.   Just a really good washing.

She was acting hungry and it wasn't time for a bottle yet so I decided what the heck.  Let's feed her green beans.  After the first couple bites (she was expecting rice cereal), she really got into them.  She even started to grunt at me if I wasn't fast enough with the spoon.  There was the usual give and take involved with her spoon eating...1 spoonful in, 1/2 a spoonful back, shovel that back in with another spoonful, wipe and repeat until jar empty.  Didn't have her in her pj's yet so no big deal.  She had a bib on...she was even nice enough not to blow raspberries.

She thinks blowing raspberries with a mouthful of food is HILARIOUS.

It is pretty darn cute.

But don't tell her I said so!

So I get her all cleaned up from eating green beans and we play and take some pictures.  A little bit of cleaning up to do.  Then as I am getting Katie's dinner ready Emily starts to fuss.

I assumed she was getting hungry for her bottle & fussing to be sure I knew.

I hate being wrong.

I get Katie settled and go to pick up Emily and change her into her pj's and give her her final bottle for the evening.  With a glance I make a mental note that she's drooled the collar around her onsie to death.

Then I pick her up... Instantly I realize that my hands around her waste are wet.  How did drool get down there?  *sniff sniff* That's.... not... drool.

I would love to know the law that says blowouts must always follow baths?!?

I have decided that the silver lining is that she did it before I put her into her pajamas.  Mighty considerate of her. 

Remind me to thank her later....

Saturday, August 7, 2010

Spiders - Ugh!


Things that heeby jeebies are made of.

I have an agreement with spiders....  I don't kill them outside the home and they don't come inside the home.  Unfortunately that memo doesn't make it to every spider in Florida and occasionally a spider creeps into our house.

Putting away Monkey's baby bath I happened to glance down the tub and there it was.  A memo-less spider.  A memo-less spider bigger then a half dollar.

Why is it that it's always the big ones that don't check their memos?

A Wolf Spider.

The things that sell tickets to horror movies.

I don't watch horror movies.  I certainly don't want one in my bathtub.

So here was my brief internal debate and dialog:

I can wait for Matt to get home.  He doesn't mind squishing things and it can't get out of the tub....probably.  What if it does get out of the tub? What if it gets out of the tub while Bug is using the restroom?  She'll never go in there again.  I may never go in there again and I know better.  What if she hurts herself trying to get away from it?  Ok I should squish it.  What if I squish it and it has babies and just seems to squish into a thousand more tiny creepy baby spiders?  What if one gets on me?!?  WHAT IF I MISS WHEN I TRY TO SQUISH IT AND IT GETS ON ME!!?? What if I hurt MYSELF trying to get away?  I can see the headlines now "Mom hospitalized after attempt to squish Wolf Spider"....

That is just a peek at the dialogue that ran through my head.  Not enough web space for the complete dialog of thoughts that went through my head in the (less than) 30 seconds it took from seeing the spider to squishing the spider.  In the end, the spider did not put up much of a fight. 

We have been giving Bug showers in our bathroom so I am not sure completely that it was entirely alive.  I actually think it was probably more dead now then alive looking back....they usually spot you when you spot them and move....this one never did....


It was still creepy picking it up with toilet paper and flushing it.

I need a hug.

Friday, August 6, 2010

The Power of a Smile

It's amazing how a smile is one of the first things you wait for from your little baby.

I get this just for walking up to her!! Lord help my Ego!!
 The sign that she knows you, likes you. An affirmation that you're doing a good job, she's happy. It's also something that even after 4 years it can still just steal your breath away. I don't think either of them understand the power that they hold in their smiles.
She "thinks" she's messing up my shot.
How one smile from his girls can change my husband's whole day.  Wiping away the bad and the ugly and replacing it with the knowledge that his two girls adore him.  His mood changed instantly with just a simple, adoring smile. 

In their smiles, possibilities are endless.  The world is still safe, the world is still an adventure to be had, to be taken with all the energy they have.  In their smiles, you see a future that you didn't have a the ability to dream about beforehand.

In their honest, loving, trusting smiles.... their pure belief that mom and dad can do anything.  The belief so strong that you can't help but start to believe it yourself.  Finding, through their belief, that you are capable of more then you thought possible.

In their smiles the knowledge of an unspoken promise mom and dad will keep them safe.  Fueling a desire in you to make sure that promise is never broken and a fear for the day that it will be.  Making a promise to yourself to keep that day as far in the future as possible.

The dangers & stresses of the world are only mere whispers lurking in shadows that hold no true form to them and won't for as long as is possible.  Whispers about bills, schedules, stranger danger.  Whispers about aches an ice pack won't fix and sickness that ice cream can't help.  Whispers that can be silenced by their laughter, however briefly. 

So today....we focus on our kids smiles.  What a wonderful thing to focus on! 

Ketchup Lipstick...... Once again her smile saves her.

Thursday, August 5, 2010

The First Day of the Rest of My Blog

Ok.  So this is it.  I have thought about "blogging" for sometime now.  So taking the plunge, diving in, and not fully understanding the butterflies dancing around in my tummy.  It's a feeling I (faintly) remember from the first day of school.  Will they like me?  Do I look "cool"?  What if I sound nerdy?  OH NO NOW I SOUND DESPERATE....

All going through my adult mind.  Me - Confident Woman.  Worried no one will want to play with me.  Silly right?

I enjoy writing and ESPECIALLY enjoy talking (typing?) about my girls and daily goings on.  This way at least everyone has the choice to listen (read?).  It is getting late here in my world which simply means the batteries are already on low and I need to get to bed soon but I was reading a favorite blog and was lead down the path to creating my own. 

As I start out I am HOPING that people find me and enjoy reading about our daily goings on.  I am PRAYING that there is someone out there that will read my blog and realize they are not alone some days and (yes) be glad some days that the 4 year old clipping out PATCHES OF HAIR with TOENAIL CLIPPERS is not their child (save that story for a future post :D).  A couple unintentional giggles as you read would be more then I am willing to ask for.  I am FEARFUL that I won't be interesting to anyone.  I'll be read and no one will want to come back and read again.  Except for maybe my mom....

......Or Worse.....

I do well and people expect me to continue to do so.

Not sure which one would be scarier.

Today I will focus on today.  Tomorrow will demand my attention soon enough.  Good Night All.  I hope I see you again soon.