Monday, April 28, 2008
Am I a Trained Monkey, that I Sing On Command?...Yes!
Ben's Trip
Saturday, April 26, 2008
Tit for Tat
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Giving Thanks
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Once Upon a Time...
There was a beautiful little princess named Elena. Elena wanted only one thing in life; and that was to dance beautifully.
She heard that only her Fairy Grandmother was equipped to teach her, so she mounted her noble steed, and rode off to find her.
After a long journey, she reached her destination. She explained her wish to dance beautifully to her Fairy Grandmother, and they were soon practicing.
Many an onlooker was intrigued by the dilligence of the little princess.
Sunday, April 20, 2008
Evan Disillusioned
Wednesday, April 16, 2008
"Dis is How You Do It, Mommy"
Tuesday, April 15, 2008
Not Your Typical Red-Head
Here's Some Trivia for Ya
Tuesday, April 8, 2008
Our "Buddy"
Saturday, April 5, 2008
Foot-Loose and Paci-Free
The time had come…and gone, but I’m proud to say we finally said good-bye to the pacifier.
Yesterday we brought Elena outside, tied the paci to 5 helium-filled balloons, and said good-bye as we let go. It was bitter sweet; Mom an Dad were grinning from ear to ear, and Elena was crying. I expected a grieving period of about a week, but I don’t think it’s going to be a problem. The first thing she said to me this morning with a huge smile on her face was “Paci! Fwy! Die!”
Translation: “Paci! Flies! In the Sky!”
Thursday, April 3, 2008
Sometimes You've Got to Stop and Smell the......Wha?!?
First let me say that having Elena really helps me slow down and appreciate the little things that I would normally write off as routine. She is elated when she comes across a bug or the remains of a popped balloon outside, and she always wants me to share in her excitement. Now, let me share this related story…
I was in Elena’s room putting up laundry when I hear her exclaim from the living room, “See! Look Mommy, Look!”. In typical Elena fashion, she repeats this rapidly another dozen times as she comes to show me what’s in her hand. I have to admit that with so many exciting discoveries, I tend to have a pretty casual interest. I hold out my hand but was not looking at it. She places her new treasure into my palm and I look down….it was poo. So there I am holding her poo.
I took a couple of seconds trying to figure out how this happened, but with no answers, I salvaged the moment by turning it into our first potty-training lesson, “Elena, this goes into the toilet…etc”
It was not the grossest thing I’ve experienced as a mom, but it’s up there. J