Going Out WIth Her Girlfriends.

lil B was playing dress up with her dolls. I sat down beside her, picked up a doll and joined in some imaginary fun.

I asked lil B where her doll was going. She replied:

"I'm meeting Nancy Alice at a bar in Las Vegas."

One day, lil B's teacher will call hubby & me in for a meeting.

I will blame hubby.

Wordless Wednesday - The Graduate.

A Reading of Wisdom.

A good friend sent this to me along with her kind words.

For anyone who has ever lost someone...

A reading from the book of Wisdom. Ch. 4: 4-15

The virtuous man, though he die before his time, will find rest.
Length of days is not what makes age honourable,
nor number of years the true measure of life;
understanding, this is man’s grey hairs,
untarnished life, this is ripe old age.
He has sought to please God, so God has loved him;
as he lived among sinners, he has been taken up.

He has been carried off
so that evil may not warp his understanding
or treachery seduce his soul;
for the fascination of evil throws the good into the shade,
and the whirlwind of desire corrupts a simple heart.

Coming to perfection in so short a while,
he achieved long life;
his soul being pleasing to the Lord,
who has taken him quickly
from the wickedness around him.

Yet people look on, uncomprehending;
it does not enter their heads
that grace and mercy await the chosen of the Lord,
and protection, God’s holy ones.

Pop Pop

We love and miss you so much. Rest well. I know you are in the best hands now.

12-22-09 4:03 pm

Until the day we meet again,
Your baby girl.

Wordless Wednesday - lil Cook

She Wrote What? ANd He Said What?

Who says your kid can't learn anything useful from tv these days?! lil B just wrote out 'Cat' & 'Hat' thanks to Zee & Moose on Nick Jr. Shoot - Woody Woodpecker never taught me how to spell.

IN addition to this, lil C said his first word today. 'Mama.' My heart literally skipped a beat. I waited for another, but one was all he wanted to share. It was plenty tho.

I'm in no rush for him to chat it up. lil B talks enough for both.

Wordless Wednesday - Proud Baby.

Done.

lil B decided mid-way through her dance class today that she was tired and ready to go home. She walked into the mommy sitting area and announced her decision to leave. I felt her head. No temperature. Confused, I started the 20 questions drill. To which lil B replied: 'I'm tired. I don't feel good. I want to go home.'

My gut was telling me this was a test. There was nothing wrong with her. But once she threw out the 'I don't feel good' card - of which the other moms clearly heard, there was no sending her defiant 4 year old a-s-s back. I packed up and headed out.

Once in the car, lil B asked:

"Are we still going for Mexican? I'm hungry."

Serenity Now.

A Christmas Story - 2009.

We took the kids to see Santa. Of course, lil B adores the man who brings presents, and lil C has no clue who the heck this jolly fellow is.







Then lil B tells daddy all the things she told Santa she wants for Christmas.

One Million Questions & Counting...

I completely get that kids ask a lot of questions because they want to learn, but I think lil B is taking that to a whole new level. It seems as if everything that comes out of her mouth is in the form of a question...no matter how obvious the answer.

"Is this grape juice? Are you washing the dishes? Is it time to go yet? What time is it? (Like time matters to her yet...) What are you watching on tv? Are there clothes in the washing machine? Can lil C play in my room? Can you take lil C out of my room?"


Will it ever end?!?!?

Wordless Wednesday ~ Just Dance.

Wordless Wednesday - Iron Bowl/ROLL TIDE!!!

RP @ 'Bye Bye Baby...I'm gonna miss you so...'

Like a ReTweet but a RePost. I was reading some of my old blog posts, and this one made my heart skip a beat.

'Bye Bye Baby...I'm gonna miss you so...'
Posted by *Yankee Belle* / 4:31 PM / Jun 2007

I put away little B's high chair today. She now insists on sitting at the table in her booster seat. Of course she selected the chair that was her daddy's throne. However, he relinquished the rights to his precious little - food throwing - angel.

I have mixed feelings about stowing away this enormous non-space saving piece of furniture. It is an obvious sign that my baby is quickly growing out of her baby'ness. A stage that I thought was suppose to feel like an eternity.

But along with the sadness, I equally and excitedly embrace the idea that someday this chair will return to my kitchen. It is not a final farewell.

I just hope when I do bid adieu to all of the baby apparatus that currently clutters my home, it will be with sentiments of accomplishment, fondness, and love for times cherished.

Lord knows...I am not at that point yet.

Shouting From My Rooftop

I have to give a shout out to Blue Momma for her awesome job on my blog layout! Not only was she tired of looking at my boring a-s-s layout, she was also sick of my moaning & whining about it. And thanks to my persistent irritation, I now have this fabulosity.

Last month she made lil B's phenomenal birthday cake, and this month she revamped my layout. I have big plans for December I tell ya...

XOXO Blue Momma - You rock! But I know you knew this already.

True friends are ones that tell you your shit stinks, and then hand you a can of air freshener.

Wordless Wednesday - 'I Said It's Great to Be...'

Commited With Silly Bands.

Neighbor boy gave lil B 2 silly bands. She placed them on her ankle. They have not left her ankle in a week.

Daddy told her she will not be going on any dates until she is at least 16. And even then, he will be going with her. He also likes to remind lil B to tell her boyfriend(s) he owns guns.

Lucky for neighbor boy, his daddy is a cop. He has a gun too.

Dating in the south is a scary thing.

This is my favorite dating movie/video clip.

****CAUTION - There is LOTS OF CURSING!***
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Make-Up Required.

lil B and I headed to Target last night to pick up a few items. lil B excitedly said she would dress herself. (She has become Miss independent lately and prefers to dress herself. However, she has not mastered the finer points of style...like matching.) I noticed her ill attempt to coordinate, but figured it was one battle I did not want to fight this particular night. Besides, it was just Target.

Once in Target, I realized lil B's shirt was not only on inside out, but it was also backwards. Add this to the fact that her shirt did not match her pants...we were quite a sight.

Heading to check out, we ran into my tri-inke. Tita K noticed lil B's eyes looked purple. I mentioned lil B had not been feeling well, and that was probably the culprit. But as I looked closer, I noticed how purple her eyes did look. I asked her if she put on make-up before we left. Yes, indeed she had.

In the car, lil B informed me one should not leave the house without make-up. Not sure where that came from, but I think we have other things to worry about than makeup...

...like making sure our shirts are not on inside out.

Wordless Wednesday - Is This Cheating?

All Hail Mary & Her Lambs.

lil B is learning the Hail Mary in school. This evening we practiced reciting the prayer. It went a little something like this:

lil B: 'Hail Mary, full of grace, her fleece was white as snow.'

I bet Mother Mary had a good laugh.

It's The Most Wonderful Time...

The local radio station has begun playing Christmas songs. lil B and I spent most of the day listening, singing and dancing...lil B can not resist her inherent need to dance. ;)

I could hear sheer excitement in her voice. She completely gets Christmas this year. The birth of our Savior and good ole St. Nick.

And what makes the holiday season even better? Egg-nog (with Southern Comfort of course) has returned to store shelves.

Aww yeah. Life is good.

It's the most wonderful time of the year
With the kids jingle belling
And everyone telling you "Be of good cheer"
It's the most wonderful time of the year
It's the hap-happiest season of all
With those holiday greetings and gay happy meetings
When friends come to call
It's the hap- happiest season of all

Why #867

Why is it when we have something to do lil B just wants to stay home?. And when we are having a nice quiet day at home, she is bored and wants to go somewhere?.

Serenity now.

Wordless Wednesday - My First

No words...whew...hard for a mama who feels like she is always talking. This might be nice.

Why #745

WHy is it when I ask lil B to grab me some toilet paper, she actually brings me a ply and not a new roll. However, if she drops a dab of toothpaste on the sink counter - she uses half a roll to wipe it up.

Got A Girlfriend?

lil B loves playing with our neighbor boy. He is 6. Sweet little guy. The 2 of them play really well.

While sitting on the front porch Thursday, neighbor boy came over to chat with lil B & me. I asked him how school was that day and yadda. I then asked how his girlfriend was. He told me he didn't see her because she attends a different school. Inquisitive, I looked at him and asked: 'What about lil B being your girlfriend?' lil B looked at me and said 'Gross!' And he quickly replied 'She's 4!'

There is humor all over this post. The fact that I put my baby on the spot and she reacted like a teenager...because I know she adores said neighbor boy. The fact that neighbor boy thinks lil B is way too young for him....all 2 years. And the fact that they both beg to play with each other on a daily basis yet calling each other boyfriend-girlfriend is out of the question.

However, their secret love affair ended this evening when neighbor boy accidentally broke lil B's shopping cart.

Ah, young love.

Parental Safety.

lil B has become my big girl helper. Today while putting away the groceries, she was eager to assist. I handed her the new box of garbage bags and instructed her to place them under the sink. Before I even opened my mouth to tell her that I would remove the child safety latch on the cabinet door, she had it off. Then as I watched in awe, she replaced it perfectly - as if the cabinet had never been opened.

I'm scared to know what other things my lil B has me fooled on.

Our Own Sitcom.

I am not the type to starve myself, and I have not found a way to cram working out into my routine yet. So the last 10 lbs from my second pregnancy are relentlessly hanging on.

Thanks to this extra baggage, my jeans are snug. I refuse to buy new jeans, as I hope to fit into my old jeans...sooner or later. In the meantime, I have become quite fond of my sweatpants.

The other day while sporting my capri sweats, hubby said to me: "Again with the sweatpants?"

Me: "What? I'm comfortable."

Hubby: "You know the message you're sending out to the world with these sweatpants? You're telling the world, 'I give up. I can't compete in normal society. I'm miserable, so I might as well be comfortable.'"

Damn skippy. Just call me George.

There Goes The Waiting Room.

lil B had her 4 year check up today. SHe had no idea we were going to the doctor this afternoon until we literally pulled up to the hospital/doctor's office. The look on her face was sheer disgust.

Disgust turned to fear as I would not tell her exactly why we were there. I knew if I said it was her appointment, she would scream and yell and fight me to the death. It would not have been so bad had I left lil C with hubby. Instead, I had both kids in tow.

I sign her in at the nurse's desk. lil B begins asking "Whose name did you put? Write lil C's name instead, mommy. Please..." She begins to cry. My heart is breaking. Then I look around the waiting room and watch the faces of the other patiently waiting kids turn from oblivion to fear. lil B was sobbing "I don't want a shot!" The once quiet waiting room began to be...a crying room.

I never told lil B she was getting shots. But she knows her mama well, I guess. I didn't want to lie. My lack of an answer said it all.

Thankfully, her shots are now caught up until age 11....I think I will cry now. Not from the ordeal of witnessing my baby get 4 shots in the leg, but from the idea that she will be 11 one day - too soon.

I need a shot of tequila.

Come Again?

I try. I really - truly do. It is just so hard to refrain from adult language while driving. There are so many idiots on the road. SOmetimes the words just fall out of my mouth.

Today while out and about, a car ran a stop sign. I actually didn't use a profanity. Instead, I yelled "What are you doing?!" I was so proud of my verbal self restraint.

Then from the back seat I hear:

"CRACK ASS!"

I knew what lil B meant. Replace the 'CR' with a 'J'.

Either way, the other driver had it coming.

Family Portrait.

Cinderella, Stephanie from LazyTown, Darth Vader, & Yoda.

lil B insisted on being Stephanie. She adores the show and why not? Halloween is a holiday for kids. Although it would have been nice had I been able to convince her to match our family theme. But of course, my costume was late anyway. So here we are.

Either way, it's a classic photo.

Watch Out World.

After several discussions about piercing her ears and one failed attempt - she chickened out at the last minute, - lil B awoke Thursday, October 1st determined that was the day. As the afternoon drifted on, and the persistent begging began to wear on my nerves, we headed over to Claire's.

lil B and I selected a pretty pair of blue sapphire studs. We both agreed they complimented her eyes perfectly. Plus, the blue stood out as if screaming "LOOK - MY EARS ARE PIERCED!!!" - Exactly what she wanted.

I decided to browse the shop while waiting for the manager. As my eyes crossed & rolled from the endless isles of tacky teeny bopper crap, I realized lil B was not behind me. I called out her name and quickly heard a stern "Im sitting in the chair waiting."

'Holy hell!!' was all I could think. My soon-to-be 4 year old had climbed up the tall chair and was patiently awaiting something that makes some 10 year olds cry. (I've witnessed the tears.)

The whole process went flawlessly. lil B neither whimpered nor flinched. I can not say the same for me. My heart melted a little, as lil B did not even want to hold my hand. She said she could do it all by herself. And there right before my very eyes, I witnessed one of her first true independent acts. A coming of age if you will. The look of triumph was radiating from her face. The look of pride radiating from mine.

I now know if my baby sets her mind to something, she will do it. I can only imagine what her future holds.

I'm just thankful she still needs her mama in the middle of the night - like during thunder storms. Granted,I send hubby to her room, but still... ;)

Beyond Thankful.

lil B celebrated her 4th birthday. 4th!!! *sniff sniff* I am tempted to change her name from lil B to Big B...but not just yet.

We celebrated her party with a grand affair. She requested a blowout. So mommy & daddy happily obliged. SHe is after all, our one and only Princess.

I am so very thankful for all her friends that attended. It truly would not have been a party with out every last one of them.

Many argue it is the quality of friends over the quantity. But luckily for my lil B, she has both. lil B knew every single friend present by name. I just hope some day she looks back and knows how blessed she is.

Happy Birthday to my lil B!

"The better part of one's life consists of his friendships."
- Abraham Lincoln

Perfection.

My title says it all.

New Orleans - Mommy Style

There is nothing more refreshing than a trip with great friends to a fabulous city. Not only was I surrounded by great company, but I also experienced my first ever full body massage. Lord Jesus Almighty...I am sold. Once you go massage, you never go back.

We have officially started a moms only traveling group. This past trip will be hard to beat. It f'n rocked. I'm laughing about so much shiat as I sit here typing this. Im leaving Kimtastic to record all the details tho. I'm lazy.

In the words of MusicMama "I want to travel with you bitches until I'm 80 something!"

'S' I'll meet you at the snow cone shop with a small jigger of rum. I think I'm dt-ing from my lack of banana daiquiris.

'H' so glad you got nailed in the a-s-s and it wasnt me.

Great times ladies, great times!!!! Thank you Sooooooooooooooooo much 'S'!!!!!!

xoxo

Boo Empire State Building.

Land of the free recognizing the land of oppression. Celebrating communism is unacceptable.

Death.

lil B has been talking about death a lot. For instance "If you don't wash your hands you can get sick and die." I know I know, most of that is me. I tell her to wash her hands or else she will get sick. But the die part...not sure where that came from.

While working outside with hubby yesterday, I uprooted a small tree that had met an early death. I did try to save it, but I suffer from black thumb. Anyway, lil B asked what happened to it. I told her it died. She then looked at hubby and said:

"That little tree died like Michael Jackson. They were both old."

Time Out.

Starting tomorrow, we have a non-stop jam packed schedule for the next 2 months. From birthday parties, to holiday parties, to mommy only nights and trips, to Bama games...you name it, it is on our list. I love a busy schedule, as it means lots of fun is ahead. But a big part of me truly enjoys the quiet family time at home. I also know that as these 2 months whirlwind by, my babies will grow older.

The worst part, my a-s-s is getting older. I realized the other day...I'm thirty-something. Holy hell.

Thank God 30 is the new 20.

Pita Pita.

lil B has long given up her pacy...that she so fondly named 'Pita Pita'. Now that lil C uses a pacy, we are curious as to what he will call his.

However, nicknames for pacifiers may be a bad thing. For instance, one time lil B was at a Parent's Night Out event. Basically the activity class she attended offered an evening for parents to drop the kids off to play. Hubby and I thought a few hours out for us would be fun.

Ms. Wendy, the lady in charge, was lil B's teacher. However, lil B never actually used her pita pita while in her class. So unbeknown to Ms, Wendy was what lil B called her pacy. And sadly, myself nor hubby even thought to mention it.

Upon returning to pick lil B up, Ms. Wendy told hubby and I that she had no idea lil B spoke Spanish. Confused, I asked her what lil B had said. I mean surely my kid wasn't some bilingual prodigy, and we never noticed. She then proceeded to tell us that lil B kept repeating 'Pita Pita...Pita Pita.'

Obviously this traumatic experience did no long term damage, but my heart still aches a little thinking of it.

Luckily for lil C, mama now knows better. It's remembering to bring the bloody thing I need to work on.

Can I Do It? Probably Not.

I have decided to take on a home improvement task. I plan to paint the guest bathroom. It is in dire need, as the towel bar that lil B ripped off the wall is no longer in place, yet the nail holes remain. (She used it like a handicap rail in public restroom stalls. Argh.)

Hubby informed me that before we move our house would need fresh paint. My thought is, why would I want to let someone live with the new paint, while here I sit in my home with the old paint?.

I've witnessed 2 paint jobs. Both of which turned out perfect. Taking this visual knowledge, I plan to apply it.

Just in case...anyone know of a good painter?...

Baby Monitor & A Foot.

lil C is an amazing sleeper. Unlike lil B, who to this day still tries to sleep in my bed, lil C loves his crib. I cheat occasionally and make him sleep in mine, but it is mostly for selfish reasons.

After LOTS of maneuvering and strategic placing, I managed to find the perfect angle for the video baby monitor. I can hear him perfectly at night, but the monitor keeps me from running to his aid like a crazed banshee. Especially when all he is doing is resettling into another position.

lil C is in full on roll mode. Thanks to this, I now have to find a new angle for the monitor. Not only is he not in the same spot for long, he also manages to squish up underneath the camera. I cracked an eye the other night to get a quick peep, and I almost passed out. I thought he was gone.

Had it not been for the lone foot on the monitor.