Yankee Belle


Self Portrait.

When your 3 year old gets a hold of your camera...and takes her own picture:

You Are Where You Live.

lil B is developing an accent. A southern one obviously. Not that I think this is bad, I just think it's odd that I can hear the southernness in her words. The way she pronunciates her 'A's for instance. 'Fast' is drawn out to 'Fa-ast'. I will admit I correct her. I'm just not so sure if this is the right or even fair thing to do. She is an Alabama girl.

However, she does say sneaker, soda and pocketbook - even if it is said in a southern way. =)

Raising My Kid Right.

While trying to explain the concept of family and our individual roles to lil B, I asked her,

"Who am I?"

Her reply...

"The boss."

I am obviously doing something right. =P

The Worst Invention Ever...

Is the digital camera. I am so far behind on developing pictures, I don't think I will ever catch up. I remember the good ol' days of 35mm. (I now can relate to old people and their lingo.) You took a picture and what you got was what you got. If someone blinked, you had no idea until the pictures were in your hands. Today, you have 15 of the same picture or a slight variation of it. Sure, one only has to pick and chose which picture is worthy of developing...but there are now 100+ of an event as opposed to the oh so easy 24 exposure roll.

Do they still develop 35mm film? I am considering using my old school camera...if that dinosaur still works.

Why I Love My Irish Catholic Heritage

The humor.

Water to wine

An Irish priest is driving down to New York
and gets stopped for speeding.
The state trooper smells alcohol on the priest's breath
and then sees an empty wine bottle on the floor of the car.
He says, "Sir, have you been drinking?"
"Just water," says the priest.
The trooper says, "Then why do I smell wine?"
The priest looks at the bottle and says,
"Good Lord! He's done it again!"



lil B constantly amazes me. Her memory...impeccable. However, there is a fault to it. When she remembers things I mention in passing...just to appease her. It may be a few days or a few weeks later but somehow she remembers. What is most difficult is when she remembers people or things that I can not control or help. I want nothing but happiness and rainbows for her.

Reality sucks sometimes.

Sour Dreams

Pregnancy dreams stink. I'm tired. I go to bed at a very decent hour. I have plenty of time to relax and enjoy my slumber. My brain has different ideas tho. All I can say is WTH is up??!!

Do I look like I would own a Chinese Restaurant and want to play a video game in the corner of it?!!!!!

On that note, 10 weeks left. Holy hell....where does the time go. This pregnancy really is zipping by...except at night. =P

Differences Between Us.

I am a do it now kind of person. If I know something needs to be done, I want it done now. I can't sit on it and wait. And to wait until the last minute literally eats at my nerves. Hubby is the exact opposite of me. Like shopping on Christmas Eve. We have been together for 5 years, and he has done it every year. He obviously finds a thrill in it. I do not.