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Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Monday, April 10, 2006
Cha-cha-cha changes!
Krystyn is a goddess. But then, you already knew that, right? This kick ass mama has designed me an amazing new website and we’re in the process of making it fly over the next week. If we’re lucky, things will only be freaky for a while. If we’re not, it could get to be crazy good fun. We’ll be transferring the archives over from the old site and spinning around on our office chairs singing, “Weeeeeeeee!” so bear with us, yo. The end result will be totally worth it. Pinky swear.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
'Member that?
Lily: 'Member that, Mommy?
Me: What, Lily?
Lily: 'Member when I was born?
Me: Oh, yes. I remember it well. Do you remember it?
Lily: Uh huh.
Me: Really? What do you remember?
Lily: We went to the store.
Me: Hmmm, and then what?
Lily: And then we went on the airplane.
Me: Huh? I don't remember that part.
Lily: I do. It was fun.
Me: Glad you enjoyed it!
Me: What, Lily?
Lily: 'Member when I was born?
Me: Oh, yes. I remember it well. Do you remember it?
Lily: Uh huh.
Me: Really? What do you remember?
Lily: We went to the store.
Me: Hmmm, and then what?
Lily: And then we went on the airplane.
Me: Huh? I don't remember that part.
Lily: I do. It was fun.
Me: Glad you enjoyed it!
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Dry run
We took the girls to an egg hunt today at the home of a playgroup friend. Lily had a blast running around with her friends and discovering the little treasures all over the tri-tiered yard. With the swings, slides, kids, food, activity and her ever precious Daddy, Lily pretty much thought she was in heaven. Anya wasn’t quite sure what all the fuss was about and when plopped in the grass mere feet from an egg, just looked at me blankly and then giggled. Maybe next week when we bring the girls over to the big family get together, Lily will be a pro and Anya will at least try to crawl after an egg or two. And maybe, just maybe, Lily will wear an outfit that reflects the correct holiday. I'm not holding my breath on that one, though.
As always, you can check out the photo set on Flickr; just click on the photo below.
As always, you can check out the photo set on Flickr; just click on the photo below.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
She sells seashells...
Yesterday when Mark and I went to go pick up Lily from Grandma’s house, we were greeted at the door by a trail of seashells winding all the way to the kitchen. My mom had given Lily a tiny set of tongs and with them she had plucked the shells from the muffin tin provided and lined them all up. She could identify all the different types and was so proud of her shell train, I though she just might burst.
Tuesday, April 04, 2006
My teen two-year-old
Lily loves phones and will walk around blabbering incoherently for hours if given the opportunity and a complete and utter lack of a live person on the other end. Mark’s mom will call and we’ll put Lily on the line and there she’ll sit, silent while Grandma does her best to get a response. Lil will smile but won’t utter a single sound.
Until today.
Mark handed her the phone and said, “Say Hi to Grandma!”
“HI!”
WHAAAAA?
We were shocked. And then she said MORE!
“I’m playing in my sand[box]!” A full sentence was uttered! There was even a bit more chatter but we missed it as Mark and I spent the entire conversation mouthing urgently to each other over Lily’s curly little head. We were stunned.
Maybe her new found love of gabbing on the phone has to do with the other shift that she been undergoing. Yesterday at playgroup (you remember playgroup, don’tcha?) she decided it would be delightful good fun to run off. As in, the other side of the building where I cannot find her and think my heart is going to explode in a blinding moment of panic. I even caught her making a subsequent break and told her to stop, but she kept on trucking. Her whole attitude lately has been that of a rebellious teenager. It’s like she’s realized she only has a few more months before she turns three and doesn’t want to miss out on the famed terrible twos.
And Anya? She’s decided that a moment without Mama is equivalent to the END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. Mark made a comment about how great it must be to be loved and needed so deeply. Yeah, if only it wasn’t so exhausting. Ah well, I might as well enjoy her affections while I can. By my watch, I have less than two years before she turns into a teenager.
Until today.
Mark handed her the phone and said, “Say Hi to Grandma!”
“HI!”
WHAAAAA?
We were shocked. And then she said MORE!
“I’m playing in my sand[box]!” A full sentence was uttered! There was even a bit more chatter but we missed it as Mark and I spent the entire conversation mouthing urgently to each other over Lily’s curly little head. We were stunned.
Maybe her new found love of gabbing on the phone has to do with the other shift that she been undergoing. Yesterday at playgroup (you remember playgroup, don’tcha?) she decided it would be delightful good fun to run off. As in, the other side of the building where I cannot find her and think my heart is going to explode in a blinding moment of panic. I even caught her making a subsequent break and told her to stop, but she kept on trucking. Her whole attitude lately has been that of a rebellious teenager. It’s like she’s realized she only has a few more months before she turns three and doesn’t want to miss out on the famed terrible twos.
And Anya? She’s decided that a moment without Mama is equivalent to the END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT. Mark made a comment about how great it must be to be loved and needed so deeply. Yeah, if only it wasn’t so exhausting. Ah well, I might as well enjoy her affections while I can. By my watch, I have less than two years before she turns into a teenager.
something to look forward to...
Tonight, 62 minutes after it turns tomorrow, the time and date will be oh one, oh two, oh three, oh four, oh five, oh six (aka 01:02:03 04/05/06).
Told you I'm a geek.
Told you I'm a geek.
Monday, April 03, 2006
And so we shop
Lily has an older second cousin who is all about the girly stuff. Because of this little bit of good fortune, we’ve had to buy Lily about three items of clothing her entire life. Recently my cousin pulled out all the 3T’s from her daughters closet and set those aside for Lily. Through some random twist of fait, that bag made its way to Goodwill, effectively rendering my rapidly growing toddler naked. Naked is good in this Hippie house, but sometimes clothing is encouraged.
And can I just say? shopping for an almost three-year-old is a total kick in the pants. I hate shopping for myself, but Lily makes it a blast! I held up dresses and pants and little tops and asked, “This one or this one?” She would thoughtfully inspect each item and hem and haw and then finally say, “THIS one!” We even let her pick out a dress for Anya and now they have matching frocks for Easter (one in pink and one in purple). It was so much fun, I actually felt like a girl for a minute.
At playgroup today I was chatting to the other moms about how much fun we had when one said, “You know, ever since I became a mom to a daughter, pink just isn’t so evil anymore.”
“Seriously! Before Lily was born you’d never catch me anywhere near pink and now I not only put the girls in it but I even have a few items of my own. It’s crazy!”
We gazed at our dainty little pink clad girls as they ringed around the rosey and let the warm fuzzies wash over us. The moment kinda lost its gloss though when I had to yell, “Lily, stop beating on that little boy!”
She may be a girl, but she got game, yo.
And can I just say? shopping for an almost three-year-old is a total kick in the pants. I hate shopping for myself, but Lily makes it a blast! I held up dresses and pants and little tops and asked, “This one or this one?” She would thoughtfully inspect each item and hem and haw and then finally say, “THIS one!” We even let her pick out a dress for Anya and now they have matching frocks for Easter (one in pink and one in purple). It was so much fun, I actually felt like a girl for a minute.
At playgroup today I was chatting to the other moms about how much fun we had when one said, “You know, ever since I became a mom to a daughter, pink just isn’t so evil anymore.”
“Seriously! Before Lily was born you’d never catch me anywhere near pink and now I not only put the girls in it but I even have a few items of my own. It’s crazy!”
We gazed at our dainty little pink clad girls as they ringed around the rosey and let the warm fuzzies wash over us. The moment kinda lost its gloss though when I had to yell, “Lily, stop beating on that little boy!”
She may be a girl, but she got game, yo.
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