Return of bed head!

Front View...Not too bad. Just a crooked pony tail


Side View. Starting to suspect that hair is having some issues.

And then the back. YIKES!!!

If your mom says you cannot get into the Halloween Candy...

Then just wait for her to turn her back!

Oh Poop!!!

I'm just posting this, but I wrote it a couple of days ago, thus the old baseball reference:

This morning started out rough. I stayed up waaaaaay too late watching the Rockies sweep their way into the World Series. As a result, I didn't wake up as early as I usually do and had to kick it into high gear to get ready on time. Isn't it the case that anytime you are racing the clock, something unexpected happens?

Cady and I took a shower together as we do every morning and then I let her run around diaperless in her robe for a few minutes while I dried my hair. This morning though she came up to me and I thought she was saying poop. She had this brown stuff on her lips. I PRAY that it was not poop. I had also given her an old tube of lipstick where i had taken the lipstick out (brownish color) but if you put your finger in there you can get some remnants. And she was playing with it prior to this situation. I wiped her mouth and I swear that it didn't look poop brown. That's what I really hope anyhow. So, I hear her say "poop" again but wasn't quite sure so after wiping her mouth I think we are done. Then I smell something. I should mention at this point that not only am I potentially running late but this is the first day the entire school year that it is CRUCIAL that I be on time because I am facilitating a threat assessment on a student and will have ten professionals waiting on me if I'm late.
So, after she says poop the second time, I pull up her robe only to discover that it is caked with poop as she is. She has poop smeared from her back down to her ankles. Cleaning her up took a fair amount of time. When it's all smeared like that, it's quite a process.

After I cleaned her up she said, "poop" again and pulled me by the robe into the bedroom where there was a pile of poop. I mean a PILE. And I'm just not good with picking up poop. A dipaer is one thing but picking it up off the floor is another thing entirely. I immediately ran to find my magazine to find some of those subscription cards that magazines are usually full of. Can't find ANY! But I could find some semistiff perfume inserts that could do the trick. I do a little scoop trick and flush it down the toilet. Cady waves and says, "bye-bye see you" as she watches it go down. I can assure you that I will not be letting her run around diaperless anymore and more importantly I am going to continue believing that it was lipstick on her lips and around her mouth!!

Check her out in her ultra-cute robe!





And a bonus pick for Mimi who bought Cady this cute outfit!

Merry-go-Hell

I'm kind of embarrassed to post this but what the heck..it's slow. A couple of weeks ago we went to the mall and Cady lit up when she saw the merry-go-round in the food court. Last time Rob took her on, this time he suggested I take her on. Sure, no problem. So I do.

I've taken her on the Merry-go-round at the zoo a few times. No problems. It's slow and stable. This one was kind of fast. Not super fast, but since it was smaller it was just faster than the huge one at the zoo. The thing takes off and I have a mini-panic attack because it's spinning and Cady's pole is going up and down and my equilibrium was all off and I felt like I was going to either fall off or be unable to prevent Cady from falling off. So I'm gripping on to her (death grip!) while standing next to her horse and her pole is going up and down. Since that is what I was using to hold on, the movement of the ground below me, helping Cady try to wave to her dad as we passed and the up and down movement of the pole made me break out in a sweat. The last three go arounds I couldn't even watch anymore as I was doing everything I could to NOT throw-up. When the ride was over, Rob came to help me because he said he could tell that I was turning green. We had to sit in the food court for about 20 minutes before I cooled down and the spins went away. Looks like dad will have to take her on the faster merry-go-rounds and I'll save myself for the large pokey ones.

For those that are wondering

The Hoarding Corner is in fact alive and well. It was in use just yesterday morning in fact. I was getting ready and the gate was down so Cady immediately went to the cat food and took it to the hoarding corner in the hopes that I wouldn't find her. Photo evidence!

Oh boy...new trick!

There just aren't enough gates to stop her!!

Let's play a game!

Guess what Cady has in the bag? Be sure to watch the video all the way through to see the answer.

Cady's can was in the can!

I was blow drying my hair the other day and I thought I heard crying. I turned off my dryer and sure enough it was her. I ran to see what was the matter and this is what I found. I probably *should* have gotten her out right away, but the camera was in the bathroom charging so I couldn't resist!

Hoarding Corner

Cady has a little corner that we like to call the hoarding corner. The hoarding corner is a nice little private place situated between the couch and the television. You really can't see what is going on in that corner unless you are standing right in front of it. The only thing in that corner is Cady's chair and usually there are some forbidden objects. The other day it was a bag of doritos that she stole out of the trash. I went over to see what she was doing and she was sitting in her chair munching on some doritos that I knew I threw away. At other times it's a random pen, paper or other forbidden object. This morning it was her most coveted item from her daddy's desk drawer.....the coin wrappers and his frisbees. Here's a little peek into the hoarding corner.

Silly Question...

So, Rob asks me, "Did you put Cady to bed naked?" The answer being, "Of course not." Well, here is why he asked(thankfully, the crib bar made for a perfectly tasteful photo).

Crazy bed head!!

Cady has some serious hair issues. Through her various stages of hair growth, and loss, she always has something interesting going on. The other day, Rob decided that he would put some "product" in her hair (gel) and we had a disaster on our hands. All of her hairs stood straight up on her head, the opposite direction of what Rob was intending. Of course we had somewhere to be so I had to wet it down. And then I had to wet it down again. And again. And again. Each time it dried, it stood straight up again.

Here are some pictures of her hair with NO gel. The pictures were taken this morning before I left for work.

Eating the Alphabet

That's right! Eating the Alphabet. Who is eating the alphabet you ask? Jenny is eating the alphabet. Our neurotic random-object-eating cat. Our cat who will not eat anything remotely pleasing to a "normal" cats palette. Turkey? nope. Tuna? nope. Milk? nope. Kitty treats? Nope. The most frustrating part of her food adversion is she won't even take a tiny nibble to see if it's something she would like or not. We have NEVER gotten Jenny to taste human food to this day. On the other hand, offer our little pica cat a price tag, string, packing peanut, ribbon or, most recently, foam alphabet letters and she'll go to town. This newest taste sensation resulted in yet another very expensive surgery and her mother spending the entire week after work running to and from the vet clinic that happens to be all the way across town. Starting on my Birthday none-the-less. I love Jenny. I do. But I'm not amused by her right now. Even less amusing is Rob accidentally putting her surgery on his debit card instead of the credit card. And even less amusing than that was my race to the bank to withdraw some emergency money to cover the accident and forgetting my pin number. The same number that I have had for the past seven years. I couldn't get to the money!! Oh well. It's been a week, but despite all my complaining, my week is MUCH MUCH better than the week that Jenny is having. Living under the bed while wearing a morphine patch waiting for your mom and dad to snatch you out every 12 hours to give you three pills is no fun. Here's a picture of the now retired alphabets. Now as for what to put in Cady's room that will cushion her falls but not entice our freak cat to feel like she is in a buffet line...we are open to suggestions.

Mommy Brain??

Yesterday I spent the morning paying bills. I was quite proud of myself that I remembered to date the checks according to the new year. On each check I had neatly written January 2, 2008 and then they were promplty mailed off.
Later in the evening, I was enjoying some gummy cola bottles and I noticed on the bag the message "Best enjoyed by Jan 2007". How could I have JUST bought a bag of cola bottles that had expired a year ago! I started to vent about this to Rob, who of course looked at me like I was a crazy woman. He said something to the effect, good thing you are eating them now before they expire." It was then my turn to inform Rob that they had expired a year ago!! He said, "No, Paula, It is 2007" at which I actually argued that "No, we are in a new year now and it's 2008." In his defense, Rob not only showed me the calendar that was on his wall (thanks Sophie and Chris) but he took control of my mouse and clicked onto the lower right part of my screen where the date January 2, 2007 appeared.
These situations have happened far too frequently since Cady first inhabitated my body. I had really hoped that the birthing process would bring my brain back to me. So far, obviously not the case!