Tales from the crib....

So for some reason, Little Dude B has been particularly "talkative" during his regular nap-time this week. Typically, he still takes a 2-3 hour nap each afternoon...which is FAB! This week however, he has been perfectly content to lie in his self-crafted nest and converse with...???....his toys? the wall? the closet door? Or perhaps, he has come to the conclusion that mama needs some entertainment during her hour "off" via some good ole' fashioned baby monitor fun.

Without further ado....I share with you, Tales from the Crib (a.k.a. crazy stuff I heard my two year old gabbing about this week while he was supposed to be sleeping).  I promise you, I am totally legit with all of these....couldn't make them up....I'm not that creative

1) A full out medley of Taylor Swift's greatest hits (I know....I know....). His best renditions? "Never Getting Back Together" and "Trouble". Clear as a bell on the ol' Graco monitor.

2) "Well hellooooo Diney! Helloooo Diney....." Imagine it to the tune of Hello Dollie. Yep. That went on for about 20 minutes. (Oh, and Diney is his stuffed dinosaur....again, not that creative around here...)

3) "MINE! No! MINE! My night-night!!!" Not gonna lie, this one concerned me a bit. Because either there is a mystery intruder in his room that is fighting him for his miniature quilt, or he has a split personality. I verified that there was no one in his room....hmmmm....maybe that 529 plan would be better set aside for future therapy bills.

4) "Yaaaaay! I'm pooping! Yaaaaaay!!!" Super excited to change that post-nap dipe.

5)  "I'm DONE! I'm DONE! I'm DONE!" Yeah....rethinking that whole letting him watch "Dance Moms" with me thing. Hey, don't judge.....

And now, exactly 2 minute before I am supposed to get him up for the afternoon, there is pure, serene silence. Of course there is Murphy, of course there is.

Happy Friday All!!

Still not a match my dear....

If there are any of you out there that can look me in the eye and honestly tell me that you LOVE playing Memory with your pre-schooler, I will award you free baby food for life (well...maybe not really...we gotta eat too you know).

But seriously...the game is borderline torture amongst adults (because parties in our house ALWAYS include a little Memory tourney....you know you wish you could hang with us on a wild Saturday night) but factor in an indecisive pre-schooler to the mix and it kinda drives one to want to drink. For each flip of the cards my daughter makes, I could easily make a dozen. My patience starts to wear thin somewhere around the time she turns the umbrella and the birthday cake over together for the 8th time in a row....still an umbrella and a birthday cake Sweet-Pea. Still not a match....

I will say, she is supremely honest when she plays the game. No lifting the corner and peeking underneath for her...although sometimes I wish she did. And the victory dance that she does (literally) when she does finally find the mate for the umbrella card (on the 11th try....), is absolutely priceless! So priceless in fact, that I often break my "kids have to learn to lose" mentality when we play this one just so I can see her raise-the-roof while  doing some form of river dancing once again. Totally worth it.

Don't get me wrong, I know these days will pass by far too quickly and I will yearn for the days when Sweet R actually wanted to sit down and spend some quality time with me, so I try to appreciate them for all they are worth. But for the love of all that is sweet my dear, can you try to be a bit more decisive with your card flipping? Your beloved short-attention span mama would sincerely appreciate it.

Happy Weekend All!

2,857 Tabs...All. The. Time.

I am not one to share these e cards all the time, but this one struck a chord.

This.....exactly this....

There are times that my husband grabs my laptop before I have had the chance to close down at least 1,424 of the open tabs and he just shakes his head. They say women are the great multi-taskers of the world. That's a nice way to put it.....

When we lie down at night, I swear it takes exactly 17.2 seconds until I hear muffled snores from the other side of the bed. In 17.2 seconds, I managed only to partially prioritize the next 34 things I am going to think about before I am able to shut off my brain for the evening.  Mind you, not all of those 34 to-do items are deep, game-changing, ideas. Ranging from: "Did I close the garage door tonight?" to "What are we going to do when our daughter wants to date the rocker dude next door (she is 3 right now...)?" And other deep thoughts such as: "I wonder if that DIY tutorial on Pinterest on how to convert 3 paper towel rolls and a piece of  moldy plywood into a fabulous Pottery Barn knockoff is really legit." to "How badly do I want to do the whole newborn thing again?"

And that is only the first 47 seconds worth....In yoga, they call it "Chitta Vritti", Sanskrit for "Mind Chatter" and when I practice, I have one hell of a time quieting it. I am the one who is surprisingly bendy, but does not look at all relaxed no matter how long I listed to the sounds of birds singing in the rain forest surrounded by lavender scented candles. A little high strung? Maybe. I admit that. But I think the answer is more along the lines of the fact that I was born with lucky XX chromosome.

Can anyone else relate to this? Is it a blessing or a curse? Has anyone out there figured out a good way to tune out the Chitta Vritti? Do share....lord knows we could use some ideas!

I Shaved My Legs - Way To Go!!

There are some things that come as a complete luxury (or P.I.A. depending on how you see it...) when you have a little one...or more....running around at your feet on a daily basis. I am not afraid to say that shaving my legs may just be one of those things. But today, I had my own little cheering section!

Sweet R is WAY into stickers these days. Puppies, kittens, produce labels....you name it, she'll stick it somewhere. Her latest find from the dollar bins is a set of stickers clearly meant for teachers...think "Nice Work", "Great Job!", "100%"....you know that good stuff. And she loves to "decorate" with them....wherever they will stick.

Well, today was one of those mornings where I felt all wild and crazy and decided it was about time to shave these legs. In my bleary eyed morning ways, I hoisted my foot up on the wall and went about my merry way. What made me laugh was when I took my foot down....only to realize that I had placed my foot directly on time of a sticker that read "Way To Go!" It was as though she had placed it right there with the specific intentions of encouraging me to do it more often...and you know what? I just may!

I, of course, left the sticker right where she had placed it! "Way To Go!" indeed mama!

May your family make you laugh many times over this weekend! Happy Friday!

It's a MOTY kinda day....

Well, today I believe I have made it official....I am  the MOTY (that's Mom Of The Year for those of you who are into titles....)!!! I would like to thank my family, my friends, and kind person at the intersection in downtown Phoenix for helping me reach for the stars!

Wait...back up....rewind.

Little Dude B is now 19 months old...he was FAR more important things to do than eat a meal. And because those things are so important, he must RUN top speed while he does them. Totally a common toddler phase and I am not nearly as stressed out about it now as I was when Sweet R went through this phase about 2 years ago. The difference, Sweet R got enough of my DNA mixed up into her genetic pool that she has a... ahem....bum. Little Dude on the other hand must have passed on that sip of the DNA cup as it was passed around, because this child has absolutely no, zero, zilch....booty. And thus, I cannot keep his tiny little pants up to SAVE MY LIFE!! Aside from basketball shorts, with really tight, brand-new, elastic,  just about anything else is a lost cause.

The shining moment that won my the title this morning? Walking across a VERY busy intersection in downtown Phoenix with the both of them, and at the midway point hearing Sweet R say "Mama, Brooks has no pants on..." I glance down and there he was. One tiny hand holding mine and the other holding Sweet R's wearing a t-shirt, socks, sneakers, and a diaper...his size 12 month cargo shorts at his feet. The look on his face clearly saying, "Seriously mama? Seriously?"

By the time I processed what had happened, the blinking hand on the other side of the intersection was shouting at me and I clumsily scooped up my diaper clad little man (and his shorts) and his concerned sister and managed to get out of the middle of the street with a shred of my dignity (OK, maybe HIS dignity) still in tact.

Poor kid. He spent the rest of our downtown excursion holding onto his shorts with one hand. Except when he forgot.....and they fell down again....3 more times. Once in the middle of the County Recorder's Office. Awesome.

I'm telling you, it is going to be tough to take this Mom Of The Year sash away from me anytime soon. The good news? All those 18 month shorts I bought in anticipation of this summer, may still make it to see NEXT summer. They may be 1980's style short by then, but at least they will stay up on his lack-of hips.

In the meantime....anyone know where I can buy toddler belts? No seriously...

A mama on the wall....

It's Friday, the weather is G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S here in Phoenix and I have a major case of Spring Fever....so much to the chagrin of many of you (I am giving myself a lot of credit here...), today's post will be short and sweet....cuz then I am going to go play in the sun.

You know the saying "Oh to be a fly on the wall...."? I consider myself lucky because each day, about 25%  of Little Man B's nap time is spent having "conversations" with himself....and I get to hear them all over the magical little box called the baby monitor.

Obviously, he has no clue and I sure I won't be able to get away with eavesdropping in this way forever. I figure that sometime around the age of 15, he will figure it out and remove the ancient artifact of technology from my earshot...or maybe just unplug the transmitter in his room....he will for sure be smart enough to figure that out right? If not, we may have bigger problems...

But for now, I take great pleasure in this little baby melodrama that I get to partake in each day...yes, sometimes I answer him. No, we do not have one of those new-fangled 2-way monitors....I just entertain myself. His conversations have evolved from occasional babbles, to steady streams of dialogue complete with inflection, to roaring at his diny-horse books (that's dinosaur books for those of you not up on our family lingo...), to full out road-rage-esque fits of baby-cussing. Those are the most amusing to me...there are no tears (usually). But the angst with which this serious little 18 month old "speaks" is oddly inspiring to me. He is my son for sure...he has spent a lot of time in the car with me.

I know, not a particularly inspiring or informational post today, and I am certain this is not a phenomena exclusive to my home. But it makes me smile when I take time out to listen, and I am sure it does you as well. And the sun is out. And Spring is on the way. And that is what Friday's are all about.

I am off to catch some glorious sun....and soon as I can pull myself away from this baby monitor!

Happy Weekend!

Preschool Teacher Speak.....

With Sweet R in preschool 2 days a week, I am starting to get familiar with how the next 20+ years are going to go.... I LOVE seeing how much she is learning and growing each day at school. Not just "book smarts" but the social graces that come with hanging out with kiddos her own age each day. There are already little cliques and groups and she has her friends that she talks about long after we leave the school yard. It's adorable, it really is.

Alas, she is not the only one who is gaining an education....

Though my days of formal education are long past, this whole parenthood thing is a doctoral thesis waiting to happen. The research is ongoing, the edits are frequent, and the interpretation is well, hazy at times. But, we learn as we go...and we try to sound like we know what we are doing along the way!

My current area of parental study, is "Teacher Speak". More specifically, "Pre-School Teacher Speak". Miss R has been fortunate enough to have a streak of great, caring, involved, dedicated teachers in her education thus far. I have no complaints about any of them (honestly!). In fact, some of them may be reading this and if they are....KUDOS for what you do on a daily basis...I know I wouldn't last a day! But I must say, I think there is a special section of the pre-school teacher handbook that is dedicated to "How to sugar coat the children's behavior to the parents". Ya'll are fabulous at it! Typically, it is only after the kiddos are loaded into the family-wagon and we are halfway home that I think to myself....."Ahh, so THAT's what she really meant by that...."

Below are some of the translations I have been able to decipher thus far. I provide them as a P.S.A. for all of you parents of pre-schoolers out there (or those who will eventually be)....

"Your daughter/son was SOOOO funny today...."
Translation: "For the love of all that is holy, your child told me the same knock-knock joke no less than 34 times. They got it right twice. Teach them some new material"

"She/he is so creative...." (as you are examining the day's "art" project)
Translation: "Maybe you should steer her more toward a career in physics....or math..."

"She/he was so energetic today...."
Translation: "You may want to stop on the way home for some children's Benedryl..."

"Fill-in-the-blank brought in cupcakes today for their birthday...."
Translation: "You may want to stop on the way home for some children's Benedryl..."

"She/he really took a light nap today..."
Translation: "The wall is near....and they are running at top speed right toward it. Good luck with that."

"Look who's here _________! It's mommy!!!" (In an overly enthusiastic voice...)
Translation: "Not it! Black out forever!!" (fist to chin motion....)

Alright preschool warriors, I am sure there are plenty of inferences that I am missing here. Hey, I still have another year and a half of my preschool education to go! Let's help each other out here....whatcha got?

"Freaked me out of my business...."

Every once in awhile, your little one is going to say something that just about causes you to keel over in painful, side-splitting laughter....if it hasn't happened yet, it will. I guarantee it will. And it seems as though 3 1/2 is just about prime time for hilarity. Sweet R is full of them these days....

The latest came during a routing shopping trip to our very favorite store, rhymes with Scmarget. Yeah, you know the place....

I was cruising the store with just one offspring in tow, feeling pretty hip, so I decided to take a rare cruise through the clothing that is larger than 5T. I believe they call it "Adult Clothing"....I don't venture there too often these days. As we were emerging from between the racks of  "Really, neon green and gold zippers are stylish?" and "Dear God please tell me I have at least another 30 years before I consider that to be "cute"", we hear a familiar voice say "Hiiiii R" (well, it was her whole name, but you get the picture).

R, who we generally have to remind to take a breath between her endless chatter, immediately went silent and went into "I am all confused right now so I am just going to play shy" mode. It was her preschool teacher Miss A. R was deer in the headlights stunned. It was her first time seeing one of her teachers out in the "real world" and I honestly think that she thought her teachers sleep on those tiny little nap mats every night and eat from the ginormous cans of fruit cocktail and goldfish crackers. Surely, they don't venture beyond the keypad controlled doors. That would just be ridiculous.

Miss A went out of her way to make R feel like it was super special to see her, but I could tell the wheels were turning in her little head as to the absurdity of the whole situation.

We proceeded to check out, load ourselves into the car, and head towards home. R was unusually silent...undoubtedly still processing the events of 10 minutes prior. About 2/3 of the way home, R draws in a deep breath and says, wait for it....

"Mama! I saw Miss A at "Scmarget" and it freaked me out of my business!"

Cue near car accident causing laughter from mama here. She was dead serious, but I think it may be the most hilarious thing she has said to date. I mean really? "Freaked me out of my business"? Clearly she has been taking lessons from someone WAY cooler than me when it comes to her street lingo!  Did I mention she is 3???

Oh, the teen years shall be interesting. Something tells me, I just may be "freaked out of my business" more than once in the years to come! 

Another day, another word...no biggie.

For anyone who has made it to the celebratory one-year mark in parenting, you know that the anticipation of what baby's newest word will be, is a fun game. Of course, mom and dad can "understand" about 10 times as many "words" (please note liberal use of sarcastic quotation marks) as any random Joe who may have the fortune of having a "conversation" (OK, I will settle down with the excessive punctuation marks....) with your little love. And of course, the pediatrician will smile and nod obligingly when you tell him/her that your little one exceeds vocabulary expectations as laid out by the experts who live in the world of Dr. Google. Of course they do....they are a child prodigy.

But when it comes down to it, having a conversation with a toddler, can be painful. Kind of like trying to have a discussion in a bar when you are standing right next to the speakers blaring out the latest song by an artist that you embarrassingly have never heard of because you are so out of the loop....not that I would know what that feels like. I am just guessing that there would be lots of smiling and nodding, lots of saying "yes" when the other person asks you "where did you go to school", and lots of trying to look like you know what you are doing...when you have no idea. Yeah...kinda like that....

But every once in a while, a word comes out of that beautiful babe's mouth (the toddler...not the person at the bar) that is clear as a bell. And inevitably, you give such high accolades for this achievement that the tiny human then goes on to repeat that word over...and over....and over....and over again.

That is the case in our house right now and I swear that I am living a scene straight out of "Finding Nemo".....

Now, not only is "mine" the word of choice just like our avian friends in Nemo...but I swear to you, Little Man B could be a voice double for these feathered fellows. He sounds JUST LIKE THEM. His voice kinda cracks (still too early for that right? I know kids are developing earlier these days....) he cocks his head a little and repeats it over and over again. I kid you not. YouTube it friends....the movie, not my little man.

The cherry on top, he punctuates every lengthy bout of "mine"-gitis with a full declarative statement...."I want it".  What, where did that come from?  That is a full 3 syllables strung together....go ahead, clap it out. Of course to the common outsider, it probably sounds more like "Schmerble merfle do" (which is WAY more than 3 syllables) but to this mama of a future Mensa member, it is most definitely "I want it" and I couldn't be more proud of my very entitled little man....hmmm....we may a bigger problem here. Ah, parenthood....

Privacy...can you remind me what that is again?

A few days back, I posted a picture on my Facebook page that seemed to strike a chord with quite a few of our followers....

Are you ready? Here it is:

Sure, I thought it was cute and funny and kinda true....until earlier today, when I swear to you all, this EXACT scene happened here in my home sweet home. My daughter R, has never been one riddled with sadness when I leave the room....never. I mean, she was the kiddo that when I left her with the nanny at 4 months old for the very first time, I swear she threw me a smile and a peace sign as I slunk out the door in tears.

My little man B, however....not so much. I have been home with the kiddos for the most part since he made his grand entrance, so he has not been trained to much to be away from me. Sadly, now that he can walk, this means that he will literally attach himself to my leg and hold on for dear life when I attempt to leave the room. So, I do what I gotta do when it comes time to, eh hem....use the facilities. I wait until he is staring in awe at something crazy his sister is doing, and I RUN! In fact, I have perfected the run and silent door close move....it really is quite impressive.

Well, today, I must have been off my game, because the door latch made a sound....dang it. I listened as B stood up clumsily...he is still new to standing up OK? Sometimes it take a few tries.... And I heard his tiny flame patterned sneakers make their way closer to the bathroom door.

Being a new mom, I can complete my bathroom duties in record time and generally, the little creatures don't even know I was gone. Not today.....that little hand came creeping under the door (exactly as in the picture above) and I heard a pensive, but very accusatory,  "Mama?". B had found me..and he was less than thrilled. And apparently, my leaving the room for approximately 11.2 seconds meant that I had completely rejected the little dude. The look he gave me when I opened that door....oh man. I mean, I give people that same look in traffic all the time, but not when someone leaves to use the bathroom. Geez little man....why you gotta hate?

So there it is friends....they say that art (that picture qualifies as "art" right?) imitates life...or something like that.  To that I say: Truth....truth.

All I want for Christmas is...Hair Extensions??

Let me start by saying that Christmas with a 3 year old is F-U-N, FUN!!! The magic of the season has officially returned to this house and I will forever be grateful to my little R for that. I can only imagine how much fun it will be to watch her and little bro B anticipate the big day in years to come! Makes this mama smile just thinking about it!

This was the first year that R was able to come up with a list of her own for Santa....you know, the usual: a bike, skates, Lalaloopsie doll, pony.....all the usual suspects. And the jolly man in red was good to this family...very good. Most of the items on her list were checked off one by one on Christmas morning. Then she opened it....an unassuming silver package with a big white bow on it. It was from her cousin S....her role model in all things "little girl". Sure enough, inside that paper, was a Rapunzel Hair Care set. A pink and purple backpack filled with all things hair care related....pink hair ties, pink brushes, pink mirrors, pink hair gel, and.... wait for it.....hair extensions (blond....with pink clips of course).

Immediately, skates, bikes, dolls, and Santa were forgotten about and all she could focus on was getting these additional tresses fastened perfectly into her already too-pretty-for-a-three-year-old hair. To be honest, they creeped me out. Other people's hair grosses me out....my own hair grosses me out sometimes. Their not-quite-human-hair, not-quite-barbie-hair quality was unsettling to me, but in the spirit of Christmas, I fastened these beauties in her Christmas morning bed-head.

As luck would have it, they matched perfectly...I mean Brittany Spears would have been jealous of how good these things looked...heck, I was a little jealous of how good they looked. She spent the next 20 minutes admiring herself in the pink plastic mirror I  mentioned before. Oh vanity starts early doesn't it.....sigh.....

The real humor and dilemma starts now as the shear forgivability of Christmas Day is behind us and we are getting back to the normal routine. Those who know me, know how anti-Toddles and Tiaras I am...I struggle with whether or not we should paint her finger nails yet. Alas, she talks obsessively about her "hair extensions" and how she is so happy that Santa brought her what she asked for. Please note, she did not ask Santa for them and had they actually been on her list, Santa would have received the Cliff Notes version....no fake tresses.  I can only imagine the talk amongst the pre-school teachers when she tells them about her very favorite Christmas gift....

Note to self: Check R's backpack when she heads back to school next week. Remove any fake hair...

Lesson learned from this.....you can make sure your little love received everything on their list for Christmas, but inevitably, the very favorite gift will be one that they don't ask for, you would never buy them, and you secretly....very secretly, covet.

May you all enjoy these final days of 2012! Cheers!!

Eureka! We have found it...

Toddler Nirvana that is.....

Is it Lego Land? Is is Sesame Place? Is it that giant toy store with the super cool dancing piano in the movie "Big"? No, nope, no way Jose.....

It's the cabinet design store. Yep, that's right my friends....never saw a Groupon for that little adventure did ya? Well, let's keep it that way so that we don't get everyone all excited and find the place super crowded (not that that EVER happens when I buy my various Yoga/Mani-Pedi deals on said website...). But seriously friends, this place is the bees knees.

I had been dreading the appointment all week knowing that I would be having to tend to my newly-walking and overly excited about pretty much everything little dude, while trying to carry on an adult conversation about cherry versus oak, self closing versus probably-gonna-pinch-your-kiddos'-fingers-at-some-point drawers. You know, first world problems right?!?!

Well, let me tell you, one step inside that door and little B's eyes lit up like he had just come face to face with the biggest, most delicious Oreo cookie ever (he loves Oreo cookies....at least the one he got from the nice sample lady at Costco...perhaps the 2nd best place ever with a toddler ). I set him down and he was off the wall-o-cabinet-doors. The possibilities were endless. For the next 20 minutes, he walked door to door like a little magazine salesman and opened each and every one, looked back at me, babbled some commentary on the design elements and craftsmanship and flashed those killer dimples. All the glory of the cabinet game at home with none of the unpleasant crankiness from mom when she has to clean up all the Tupperware for the 18th time that week. And, none of those pesky baby locks! He could throw all caution to the wind and open and close to his little heart's content.

Ten times the fun of a giant Oreo cookie without all the uncontrollable chocolate baby drool that comes with it - seriously, that drool is embarrassing. And gross.

When his interest in the wall-o-doors started to wane, my anxiety rose as I feared the toddler melt-down was impending. One glance across the showroom to the wall-o-self-closing-drawers and he was in love once again! He toddled right over and I didn't see his face for the next 25+ minutes....just the back of his adorable little mussed up hair (does anyone else out there have a kid with hair like a troll doll in the back? It's cute...but I kinda want to dye it bright blue or something...)

In review... Looking for some cheap (OK FREE) entertainment for your little one? Don't want to deal with the crowds at the play place? The cabinet design place just may be place for your next baby date! Bring a cup o Joe and settle in at one of the sparkly, new couter tops....don't worry, if it gets crowded, there are MANY counters to sit at. Just make sure you don't actually buy any cabinets....no longer a cheap play date.

Tips for toddler survival! Brought to you by this mom o two!

Civics Lesson #1...

Before I begin, let me just preface this by saying...no, make that shouting....that this is not intended to be a political post. Believe me, I was SOOOO over that about 42 weeks before the election actually took place. Instead, it is a little tidbit of humor as promised for Family Funny Friday.... Please put your political affiliations aside, and laugh with me...across the aisle.

We are a house divided. I will decline to say which person of legal voting age falls on which side of the ballot, but just know that we pretty much always cancel out each others votes in this house. Regardless, we agree on the fact that we want out children to learn the issues and be educated enough to form their own, well informed opinions. And apparently, our 3 year old already has....

Let's go back in time about 2 months or so to the first presidential debate. Much like we were getting ready to sit down and watch a major sporting event, we made our dinner, grabbed the kiddos, and clicked on the boob tube. For the majority of the 20 minutes we were able to hold our pre-schooler's attention, her eyes kinda glazed over with boredom as we made our somewhat lame attempts to explain (in a bi-partisan manner) what these two well-dressed men were babbling about. Alright, maybe we got ahead of ourselves with this civics lesson....maybe she needs to break the 30 pound milestone before she begins thinking deeply about foreign affairs and fiscal cliffs. But then, like a miracle, a chord was struck in our little girls heart that she has not stopped talking about.....

Sesame Street. Governor Romney made the now infamous reference that Big Bird would be no more....(again, save the political discourse here....just try and hear it through the ears of a 3 year old...) 

She stopped, walked closer to the TV and listened intently with her head cocked to one side like a puppy.

After a few minutes, she turned to us and said...."Hey, why is that man going to get rid of Big Bird?" There was a legitimate anger in her voice...well, as angry as an undersized 3 year old girl can sound anyway.

Enter the well-intentioned, bumbling, parents here....we did our best to explain the reference, but her  mind was made up. She was voting for Obama (much to one of her parents happiness....though I decline to say which one....) based solely on her television viewing preferences. But, she had thought it through and "voted" on the issues and policy that affected her.

Goal accomplished....democratic process taught....kinda. Chapter one anyway!

Ever since that night, she refers to the President as "The Guy Who Won't Get Rid of Big Bird."  And I do mean EVERY time she sees him on the news....

In the eyes of my dear little R, that is how President Obama will go down in the history books. I can almost see her AP American History essays now.....so proud!

Happy Friday Ya'll!!

Funny Family Friday

I hope that this finds you all slowly waking from your turkey induced slumber having had pleasant tryptophan influenced dreams and ready for FRIDAY!!! For those of you who opted out of the Black Friday Madness today/last night, and are not so bleary eyed  and/or bruised that you cannot read a quick blog post, I bring you "Funny Family Friday"....because kids are funny. They just are.

So, last Friday, I was rolling with my kiddos to the park after lunch....typical Friday routine around these parts. About halfway there, my 3 year old daughter R, pauses from her incessant chatter and questioning about why the world is the way it is and declares....

"Mama, I really need to work on learning to scratch my ear with my foot." Dead serious....more serious, in fact, than she has been about any other topic in her storied career as a 3 year old. Priceless. (And an instant post of FB....one of my most "liked" to date actually....thank you little one for making me feel popular)

In case you were wondering or concerned, I spoke with my dear husband T later that night about this revelation from our daughter and we decided that yes, despite this comment from our precious first born,  we will continue to save for her college education. Although that retirement home in Laguna Beach is looking like more and more of a reality....sweet.

Short and Sweet! Happy Friday All!!!

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