Public Restrooms

Boy, there is no shortage of blog material when you have a Cady! Today at Target in the busy Public Restroom. We are in the stall and I'm trying to use the restroom and change Cady simultaneously. To put it bluntly, someone farts in the stall next to us.

Cady: (Eyes get really wide!) Mommy, was that her? (points to the stall next to us).

I nod my head trying to be quiet.

Cady: (not accepting this mode of communication says louder) Mommy! Was that she??(sticks her hand under the stall into the next stall making a pointing gesture).

Me: (mortified, wanting this conversation to go away but knowing Cady well enough that it will only get worse if I pretend not to hear her questions) whisper in her ear: Yes Cady.

Cady: (quite loud) Mommy! Why she farted?????

I decide to wait until the "she" next door to us leaves before we exit the stall.

Beer Breath

We just got home from Thanksgiving dinner. I'm putting Cady to bed and tell her to go give daddy a kiss. Cady walks up to Rob, plants one on him and pulls away quickly.
"Daddy, your beer stinks. You need some medicine for your breath." That's my girl!

Gender Sandwich

I was driving around with Cady today when I hear from the backseat...
"Mommy, what's for lunch today"
I asked her, "What would you like? I could make you a grilled cheese."
After a moment of contemplation she responds.
"Yes, I'd like a girled cheese and daddy wants a boy cheese."

Happy Birthday Jenny and Fibi!

Jenny and Fibi had a Birthday party this Wednesday. It's not really their birthdays but Cady has been dying to attend a birthday party and seeing as how there aren't any birthdays coming up in the near future, we decided it was time for Jenny and Fibi to have one. We decided to do it on Wednesday because that is the day of the week that we watch Emma. Every party needs a party guest, right? So all week long Cady was looking forward to the party. It's all she talked about. She picked out the cake at the grocery store. Pink Cake! (Strawberry). She picked out some presents for each of them and helped me wrap them. Then came the big day and Cady was nearly coming out of her skin with excitement all day. Then we found out that our party guest Emma was sick with a fever. What to do?


Starin received a panicked call from me, "What are you doing tonight? Any chance that you and Lilly would be willing to attend Jenny and Fibi's birthday party?" and she came through. Let the party begin!



Cady decorated the cake. Rob brought home balloons. We had frozen pizzas. Cady opened presents for the cats. And we played Don't Spill the Beans. Who could ask for anything more?






Cady and Cousin Starin


Pretty in Pink Party Dress

We call this Pink Cake with Purple Icing and lots of "Sprinklers"

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Let's talk about poop

Ick! I'm not a fan of the "little potty" because you have to dump it and clean it. And if Cady gets a hold of it before I can get in there (she insists on shutting the door and everyone out) then I also have that to clean and the mess of her trying to clean it herself. This is just plain wrong for a woman who has pregnancy nose and stomach. Anyhow, I'm on the computer tonight and I hear the familiar shutting of the bathroom door. A moment later Cady runs out with the little bowl in her hands, plants it right under my nose and says, "Look mommy! I made a little snake!"

Sure enough it did look like a little snake, lol!

Does she get this from Rob or Me?? :)

The weirdness. Is that a Rob trait or a Paula trait? Or is it a little bit of both of us? Or to quote Cady's great Uncle, "If you have to ask, it must be you" lol. Here's her latest and greatest.

So it was nap time. I hear Cady yelling in her room (not a big deal as nap time usually just equals alone time so I usually hear some kind of noise) What I hear is, "Stop it! Leave me alone! Stop!" I try to ignore her thinking maybe she is just playing around but she continues yelling. Then she starts screaming. Ear-piercing screams over and over and I think, "I'd better go check." I walk into her room and she is laying in her bed with her feet in the air and the thin flimsy curtains behind her bed are covering her feet and she has them in her hands. She yells in all sersiousness when she sees me at her door, "The curtains are getting me mommy. Why my curtains getting me?"