See a sippy? Nope.
The next best thing?
What could better than dirty pool water with grass clippings on a hot day? Not much according to one particular one year old.
He is in good company with his buddy, our very own 96lb resident house horse.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
When In Rome...
Thirsty? Yep.
See a sippy? Nope.
The next best thing?
What could better than dirty pool water with grass clippings on a hot day? Not much according to one particular one year old.
He is in good company with his buddy, our very own 96lb resident house horse.
See a sippy? Nope.
The next best thing?
What could better than dirty pool water with grass clippings on a hot day? Not much according to one particular one year old.
He is in good company with his buddy, our very own 96lb resident house horse.
Mmm-Mmm Good
Yesterday, Little Mister had his first experience with wet, soft, warm mud, the ooey gooey kind. He loved how it felt in his little chubby fingers. He liked how it felt under his feet. He was very curious about the dark brown goodness and I let him play to his heart's content. When the inevitable occurred, a tiny little taste, I gasped and then shrugged my shoulders. I suppose, what is a little dirt? I thoroughly enjoyed watching him explore his newfound love.
I grabbed the camera and quickly took some shots early on. I love how the camera can capture a story.
I grabbed the camera and quickly took some shots early on. I love how the camera can capture a story.
"I'm In Love With Mud"
I'm in love with mud,
It's sad, I know, but true.
I just can't help but splash in it,
Or stomp a path right through.
It's sticky and it's dirty,
And it covers all my clothes.
But when I see it lying there,
A voice inside me grows...
...You can't resist, you know I'm right,
It's fun to play in mud!
Look at it just sitting there,
I really think you should!
I splatter in the grimy gloop,
I can't resist the ooze!
I run, I jump, I stamp about,
It drips into my shoes!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
It's sad, I know, but true.
I just can't help but splash in it,
Or stomp a path right through.
It's sticky and it's dirty,
And it covers all my clothes.
But when I see it lying there,
A voice inside me grows...
...You can't resist, you know I'm right,
It's fun to play in mud!
Look at it just sitting there,
I really think you should!
I splatter in the grimy gloop,
I can't resist the ooze!
I run, I jump, I stamp about,
It drips into my shoes!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Whistling
Adding to the chaos and noise around our house...
We now officially have a whistler! The Pip, in all her glory, whets those lips of hers down and blows with all her might...
and out comes one little whistle.
Be warned: The practicing Pip is willing to perform on a moment's notice.
Monday, June 21, 2010
Smartypants
The Pip was on her toes. The question was, were we?
Some say girls can't keep up with boys. Some say that girls aren't nearly as rough or mischievous as boys. Some say that girls sit still and boys are always on the move.
Only those with girls like The Pip understand that the above is not entirely true.
One day The Pip decided it would be great fun to throw her dolly up in the air as high as dolly would go. If dolly could touch the ceiling, then The Pip would set a new goal...could dolly go through the ceiling? Nevermind the fact that she had been told the day before and on this particular day NOT to throw dolly high in the air. Nevermind that she was going to trample her little brother with her wild jumping and throwing. Nevermind that her parents were watching her. Nevermind that there would be consequences. She was focused on her new game.
On one unfortunate throw, dolly went up but did not come down. Dolly landed on the living room fan blade and that was where we told her dolly would stay for a while...the intention being a visual reminder of disobedience.
The Pip, being The Pip of course, brought on her best game of DRAMA. She WANTED dolly. Tears, whining, complaining, begging, great sadness, all in an effort to get her parents to relent. Unfortunately, The Pip has parents who love her very much, believe in valuable lessons and are on the same page. What a drag for her. We were unmoved.
In desperation, she played her wild card...the last move...manipulation of the mind...the kind where she might be able to outsmart her parents. In the living room, she crawled up into daddy's lap, cuddled and very carefully executed her scheme. With great feeling in her voice she said, "Daddy, it is so hot in here. I'm sweaty."
Desperately trying to keep straight faces, we, the parents, stood firm. Clearly, we have begun a new chapter in our lives...Little Miss Smartypants.
Some say girls can't keep up with boys. Some say that girls aren't nearly as rough or mischievous as boys. Some say that girls sit still and boys are always on the move.
Only those with girls like The Pip understand that the above is not entirely true.
One day The Pip decided it would be great fun to throw her dolly up in the air as high as dolly would go. If dolly could touch the ceiling, then The Pip would set a new goal...could dolly go through the ceiling? Nevermind the fact that she had been told the day before and on this particular day NOT to throw dolly high in the air. Nevermind that she was going to trample her little brother with her wild jumping and throwing. Nevermind that her parents were watching her. Nevermind that there would be consequences. She was focused on her new game.
On one unfortunate throw, dolly went up but did not come down. Dolly landed on the living room fan blade and that was where we told her dolly would stay for a while...the intention being a visual reminder of disobedience.
The Pip, being The Pip of course, brought on her best game of DRAMA. She WANTED dolly. Tears, whining, complaining, begging, great sadness, all in an effort to get her parents to relent. Unfortunately, The Pip has parents who love her very much, believe in valuable lessons and are on the same page. What a drag for her. We were unmoved.
In desperation, she played her wild card...the last move...manipulation of the mind...the kind where she might be able to outsmart her parents. In the living room, she crawled up into daddy's lap, cuddled and very carefully executed her scheme. With great feeling in her voice she said, "Daddy, it is so hot in here. I'm sweaty."
Desperately trying to keep straight faces, we, the parents, stood firm. Clearly, we have begun a new chapter in our lives...Little Miss Smartypants.
Lipstick
In the morning, we have a routine, a plan. On a *perfect* morning, Little Mister sleeps and The Pip plays by herself. Meanwhile, I blaze a trail through my check list. This day seemed like a perfect morning...little did I know.
While I was executing my Tazmanian Devil cleaning moves, I heard, bump, bump, bump and then a loud crash coming from our upstairs bedroom where Little Mister naps. I stood at the stairs and all was quiet. Since I was in a hurry to finish what I was doing, I shrugged my shoulders and decided that no noise was a good sign. I chose not to inspect. Mistake. A good parent knows that when you do not hear your children, you should be concerned. However, I was on a mission. If I could just squeeze in one more chore...
I lost track of time. A half hour later and no stirring, I decided to go upstairs. What I saw when I walked through the bedroom door caused me to gasp.
There was my sweet Little Mister covered in something red. Blood? Did he fall in the pack-n-play and bite his lip? I stared at him and he stared at me, startled. Then he broke out in a huge smile. It was after I turned on the bright light in the bedroom that I discovered the disaster.
The bump, bump, bumping was the scooting of the pack-n-play to the dry sink. On the dry sink was a basket with enticing items like lotion and various bottles. There was also a small bag that contained two of my favorite expensive lipsticks. The basket had fallen to the floor but several of the items had landed in the pack-n-play along with those two lipsticks. What fun new toys to be explored!
Lipstick. Lipstick everywhere. Lipstick dug out of its pretty tube and smeared all over the pack-n-play. Lipstick wiped on jammies. Chunky lipstick clinging to scrumptious little cheeks and oozing out of chubby fingers like soft mud. This all added up to one very satisfied baby and one not so delighted mommy.
Lesson learned.
While I was executing my Tazmanian Devil cleaning moves, I heard, bump, bump, bump and then a loud crash coming from our upstairs bedroom where Little Mister naps. I stood at the stairs and all was quiet. Since I was in a hurry to finish what I was doing, I shrugged my shoulders and decided that no noise was a good sign. I chose not to inspect. Mistake. A good parent knows that when you do not hear your children, you should be concerned. However, I was on a mission. If I could just squeeze in one more chore...
I lost track of time. A half hour later and no stirring, I decided to go upstairs. What I saw when I walked through the bedroom door caused me to gasp.
There was my sweet Little Mister covered in something red. Blood? Did he fall in the pack-n-play and bite his lip? I stared at him and he stared at me, startled. Then he broke out in a huge smile. It was after I turned on the bright light in the bedroom that I discovered the disaster.
The bump, bump, bumping was the scooting of the pack-n-play to the dry sink. On the dry sink was a basket with enticing items like lotion and various bottles. There was also a small bag that contained two of my favorite expensive lipsticks. The basket had fallen to the floor but several of the items had landed in the pack-n-play along with those two lipsticks. What fun new toys to be explored!
Lipstick. Lipstick everywhere. Lipstick dug out of its pretty tube and smeared all over the pack-n-play. Lipstick wiped on jammies. Chunky lipstick clinging to scrumptious little cheeks and oozing out of chubby fingers like soft mud. This all added up to one very satisfied baby and one not so delighted mommy.
Lesson learned.
May 2, 2010
It Is About Time
I realize the tumbleweeds have been rolling by in this ghost town of a blog.
A certain someone, he shall remain nameless, has been encouraging, *pestering,* me to start writing again. It isn't that I haven't wanted to write, but life happened. The spring was very busy for us and our days are still full but I just love to share and connect with friends.
So...here I go again. Time to breathe life into this desert, also known as my blog.
And to that certain nameless someone, I am honored that you are my fan. We are so thankful for your friendship. This post is dedicated to you.
A certain someone, he shall remain nameless, has been encouraging, *pestering,* me to start writing again. It isn't that I haven't wanted to write, but life happened. The spring was very busy for us and our days are still full but I just love to share and connect with friends.
So...here I go again. Time to breathe life into this desert, also known as my blog.
And to that certain nameless someone, I am honored that you are my fan. We are so thankful for your friendship. This post is dedicated to you.
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