How is it possible to spend an entire meal with a big chunk of tomato sauce covered cheese stuck to your arm? I suppose I should've been a good parent and removed it when I saw it happen, but figured you would do it yourself. But you didn't. Then I decided I'd just wait and see how long you could stand to have it stuck on you. Apparently for an entire meal and then some. The only reason it came off in the end was because it fell off.
Sunday, September 2, 2012
Saturday, September 1, 2012
OOPS
This is what happens when the hiding spot for scissors isn't a good hiding spot. New leggings with a new hole to match...
Friday, August 17, 2012
ACCORDING TO AJ
"Babies can't go down slides. I can go down slides. I'm not a baby. I'm a big girl!"
"Babies can't climb up the ladder. I can climb up the ladder. I'm not a baby. I'm a big girl!"
"Babies can't go on this. I can go on this. I'm not a baby. I'm a big girl!"
And this is how Grandma Kathy and I spent the evening at the park with you. You may say you're a big girl, but guess who decided to pee on the sidewalk as I was trying to discreetly change your pull-up at the park. It wasn't Grandma Kathy...
Thursday, August 16, 2012
Friday, August 10, 2012
THRILLED
Shopping for shoes with Grandma Kathy...
You look absolutely thrilled. I can only imagine what was going through your head as you patiently watched her try on walking shoes for her big European vacation. One of these days you'll realize how much fun shoe shopping is. I hope.
Wednesday, August 8, 2012
DR. JENNA
Having a mom that's a dentist who owns her own practice, means that you inevitably wind up becoming a guinea pig of sorts, as I research local pediatric dentists that I'm interested in referring patients to.
Yes, we've gone to a few pediatric dentists for the usual cleaning and check up. I see how they interact with you, what their office is like, and how professional their staff are. By now you can probably tell any kid which dentist has the best prize box in town.
I think we've finally found a dentist you like. Or maybe a dental office you like, since there's a TV where you can happily watch your favorite show, Caillou, as the assistant cleans your teeth.
As for Dr. Jenna, your newest and favorite dentist (next to your mom of course), you've taken an uncanny liking to her. I have a feeling it may be because I "call" her every night after you brush your teeth to report how you did. And of course Dr. Jenna always passes on a message to you of "Great job!"
And other times when you won't brush, all it takes is me grabbing the phone and threatening to call Dr. Jenna to tell her you're not going to brush and how disappointed and sad she'll be.
One of these days I'm sure you'll catch on that I'm just dialing my office number and letting my office manager's voice mail message be my "conversation" with Dr. Jenna. But until then, I'm going with it.
Monday, August 6, 2012
HELPING HAND
I was wondering why the cake we made didn't quite turn out right. It turns out I didn't anticipate the toddler factor and that quite a bit of the needed flour would probably wind up everywhere else, but the mixing bowl. Lesson learned.
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