Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
They shall live. I promise.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Babe will be waking up any minute so real fast...
My sister and her girlfriend are visiting from North Carolina. We went shopping downtown yesterday, and Shawna bought Mads a puppy puppet and the cutest pair of Robeez sandals that I have ever seen. After Babe went to bed last night, Shawna, Lauren and I went for a drive to look at graveyards. We all freaked each other out and no one would get out of the car (even though I brought the Elmo flashlight).
Tonight, my whole family is going out to dinner and then bowling, then Mum is going to watch Babe while we (Jeffrey included) go out for a little bit.
Here's a not-so-spectacular video of Mads clapping. I'm hoping to get a better one some time today.
Yaaayy!! Yaayyy! Good Lord, someone stop me. I sound like an idiot in every single video. I'm going to start muting the sound.
BTW: It's about 5,000 degrees in my apartment (supposed to be 84 today). Although I'm sweating balls (literally, I'm about one degree away from pit stains), I couldn't be happier.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
So we went to Lacey's for dinner tonight, and Mads was just sitting on my lap at the table doing nothing. All of a sudden, out of no-freakin'-where, the chick starts clapping. CLAPPING! I'm a huge clapper, I seriously say "YAY!" and clap like an idiot every time she farts, so I've really been waiting on the clap. This a big deal to me. So anyways, I clapped back, and holy shit she clapped again. After that first clap, she was clapping all night long, and there's not a Momma in the world who is more proud than yours truly.
We kept her up past bed time, so I'll wait until tomorrow to try for a video. You have to see the clap. It's amazing.
Look at my little plant!! That is the coolest thing ever in the whole world.
So what is it? Well it's a plant. Type of plant? I have no idea. I told you I should have labeled those suckers. It doesn't even matter, I planted that shit, and it GREW! Woot woot! Picture me patting myself on the back... for like, three straight hours.
Wanna see something else that I grew? Something that also happens to be green?
I'm an awesomeness growing machine. I grow pure awesomeness.
*I spell-checked, and "awesomeness" is a word. I did not know that.
**I didn't grow the turtle, just the baby. Don't you love how EVERYthing in this post is green? The plant, the pot, the baby, the turtle?? It pleases me greatly when things are all matchy-matchy like that. :)!
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
When Mads was about three months old, she started this fake coughing thing. In the beginning of this uber-
annoying cutesy habit, I think she just did it for attention. If I had ignored the coughing, it probably would have been a short-lived annoyance, but I made a very grave mistake... I coughed back. Now the fake cough is used to show excitement, to replace a giggle, or to drive me insane. It's cute in fifty second increments, but just be glad you don't live in my living room.
So here's the fake cough, mixed in with a little babbly-wabbly-singy-winging*:
"Let me clear my throat! OH! Have mercy babe, hah! I hope ya don't mind!**"
*Say it five times fast. I dare you.
**This is the only time EVER that I can throw a DJ Kool lyric in my blog. Seriously, don't let me do it again.
Monday, April 20, 2009
The prime suspect in this violent attack, Madelynn Olivia (11 months), was spotted by numerous witnesses fleeing the scene. If you have any information on Madelynn's whereabouts, please contact your local authorities.
I'm talking about baby wipes.
Cheap wipes, natural wipes, Pampers, Huggies, unscented, pop-top, non-pop-top... I love them all.
I have a box of wipes in nearly every room in this apartment. The kitchen box mops up spills and surface cleans. The bathroom box picks up loose powder on the sink and removes eye make-up. The box in the living room keeps Babe's face crumb-free and sparkling. I dust with them, I detail my car with them, and they're uber-convenient for wiping off that sticky mystery gunk that Babe left on my arm. Seriously, how did I live without these handy-dandy-wipey-cloths? Occasionally, I even use them for their intended purpose and wipe my kid's ass with them!
Madelynn is a total butt snob, her pretty little rear will only allow Pampers Sensitive to remove poop. My Mum is always bringing over boxes of wipes, but she brings Parent's Choice or some Target brand, and those are the ones that end up strewn all over the house. Literally:
*WARNING* Do not leave a box of diapers or wipes alone with this child.
Parent's Choice are my personal fave, very durable and unscented. You could mop your kitchen floor with one of those suckers.
Maybe I'll try that today.
Sunday, April 19, 2009
I guess I won't. We'll be eating spaghetti with strawberry sauce and shortcake with tomatoes. Oh well. I have a garden, tiny as it may be. I always wanted one.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
So Megan and I were told about this fabulous baby park. Usually parks are made for big kids, and then there's one or two baby swings in the corner, right? This park was supposed to be for babies. I didn't believe it, I mean I've never seen a baby park, and I honestly didn't think that they would have one in our area. I was wrong. This park was truly awesome. There were three separate parks, one for baby/toddlers, one for preschool aged kids, and finally one for big kids. All three parks were separated so that no one would be running into anyone, and I'm telling you, it was awesome.
Babe and Mason had a blast (as they usually do together), and Mads only ate about five pounds of dirt. That's pretty darn good.
I was slightly offended when some woman asked Megan and I if we were babysitters. "Nope, they're ours." But you just look so young!
Thanks, Crazy Lady wearing a fanny pack. Who are you? That kid's Grammy? But you just look so old!
No, I didn't say that. But I did think it really hard in her direction. :)
Haha. That's Keng after we lost all three games. We were running from Lacey, yelling that we would walk to the bar without her.
I'm gonna miss bowling night.
It's uber-blurry because there's a "no-flash" rule at bowling. They're very serious.