Saturday, March 29, 2008

Photo Editing....

Psychadelic Cady!


I was tagged by Kristy with Your Pregnancy Week-by-week sooooooo I'm tagging some of you!

The Book Meme:
1. Pick up the nearest book of at least 123 pages.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people.

1: Eat, Pray, Love

2-4: OK-so we are all one, and divinity abides within us equally. No Problem. Understood.

5: Sophie, Starin, Penny, Misty and've been tagged!!

Sunday, March 23, 2008


Okay, bare with me friends who I keep in touch with, because these are all stories that you have likely heard!

Last weekend I went to Estes Park for my 10 year D.U.reunion. It was my first weekend away from Cady. She and Rob had a great time together. They went out for pizza Friday night after Music Class. Cady told me all about it on the phone Friday night...and then again Saturday night. Sunday, before bed, I had to change a poop diaper. I had Cady laid out on the floor. She points down to her diaper and says, "that is pizza?" I have no idea what she is talking about. I say, "what?" and she responds, "That's a pizza poo-poo." And that my friends, is what you get after a daddy-daughter weekend. A child who labels her poops.

Next. I walk into the kitchen the other day to Cady digging in my purse. I say to her in my weary mom tone, "Caaaa-dyyyy" and she says, "are you kidding me?" and then she says *cringeing as I type*, "are you F***ing kidding me?" Oh, so not good!

The other night we are cooking dinner. Cady now pushes her chair up to the counter and gets into EVERYTHING when we try to cook. NICE. After a few minutes of her grabbing at everything, Rob pushes everything out of her reach and says, "Geez you have sticky fingers" to which Cady responds by looking down quizzically at her fingers while pressing her pointer to her thumb over and over to test the sticky finger theory.

Okay, here is the gross one. Not for the squeamish:

Cady has been great with using a tissue when she needs to wipe her nose but she has had a cold and is really boogery lately. And so she has been picking them...constantly. It's disgusting. We try to redirect her and ask her if she needs a tissue, but the tissue gets in the way and she has some huge ones right now. She comes up to me and Rob and ask us to take her boogers but I'd rather have her do that then eat them so whatever.

Well, the other day I was on the computer and Cady was in my lap and she pulled out a couple of honkers. I mean REALLY big ones. I had a subscription card sitting on my desk and I just put them there with the plan to dump it after I finished what I was doing. But then I got her ready for bed and totally forgot.

Well, Rob and I broke down after a REALLY busy month and hired someone to clean. It was the first time so we'd never met this woman before, but she was recommended by a good friend. Well, I JUST remembered that booger card. Do you think that she now thinks that I sit on my computer picking my nose and then save them on a card??? And it's not one of those things you bring up right? I just have to kind of let it go and pretend it never happened, right? Oh man!

Finally, some Easter Pictures!! We learned a lot this year.
*If you think it's too much is.
*No need to hide more than 5 eggs (10 max) for a toddler.
*The plastic eggs, once empty, are the best toy of all (much like the carboard boxes that the gifts come in at Christmas).

German Dinner Party and Egg Hunt (night before Easter)

And Easter Morning!

Monday, March 10, 2008

Who needs a star chart?

When you can BE the star chart? Cady had a chart where she earned stars for brushing her teeth. The chart is no longer effective as she must wear her stars. It started with me putting them on her jammies. Then it progressed to her hands. And now?