Friday, March 28, 2008
Sunday, March 23, 2008
This is what happens when winter goes on...and on...and on...
Last weekend we went to Wisconsin Dells to spend some time with my side of the family. We stayed at a hotel that had a pool and knew we'd have to break out the swimsuits. We weren't quite sure if they fit from last summer (sure enough, Marissa's didn't but Lindsey's did). We ultimately ended up settling on two matching swimsuits. I had bought both of them for Lindsey last year, not sure which one she would fit into. It turns out that the best fit was for Lindsey to wear the 3T bottoms and the 4T top, and Marissa fit best into the 4T bottoms and the 3T top. So this was the photo at the end of the fitting session, when we finally decided on who was wearing what. They wore their mittens because they were cold.
Remember that post about "Baby got Back?" Proof positive.
After these photos were taken we ended up somehow in a game of naked potato sack racing around the house. I have pictures of that too but am not posting them.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
We got home and ordered a pizza for everyone (we spare no expense, no frozen stuff for them!) and Trav and E told us about the day.
E told us she was creating a connect-the-dots picture for Lindsey to connect all the dots on and make. She didn't realize that Lindsey was going to count all of the dots as she drew between them. Lindsey counted to 33.
I couldn't believe it. Wow! We have an official geek in training, I'm so proud.
Once over the weekend my mom thought she smelled something poopy and asked Marissa if she had a poop in his pants. Marissa replied, "No." Then my mom asked, "Paulie, do you have a poop?"
Paulie replied, "No, she do," and pointed to Marissa.
Boy it starts early, doesn't it?
Apparently no one cut the cheese. At least...no one under three.
Sunday, March 09, 2008
With Marissa being partially potty trained and we not wanting to take a step backwards, she wore underwear today to the museum. I kid you not, I saw the inside of every bathroom on every floor that we visited. I believe we visited a bathroom a total of 5 times in the 1 1/2 hours we were there. I saw more toilets and sinks than I saw art.
It's not like you're going to say to her, "Marissa, I know you don't really need to go, you just want to play in the sink and see another bathroom." She would retaliate by looking you right in the face and peeing her pants right then and there, however little liquid she could conjure up. So off we traipsed at every request to find a bathroom to have her put two drops in the toilet.
The wide open spaces everywhere were very tempting to Lindsey and Marissa, who felt the need to race each other up and down every corridor, and play "peek a boo" around pedestals of scuptures.
Who knew that family day involved having three different security guards tell us that our kids need to "slow down?" Even at full speed they are barely doing a fast walk. And..ummm...isn't it family day? Who the hell cares? Everything's behind glass anyway, it's not like they're going to knock something over.
I want my kids to be comfortable in places like museums and libraries, but I think they are a few years off from visiting. Perhaps if I took Lindsey on her own she would behave herself better, but the two of them egg each other on.
The interesting part about going through this experience with Marissa as opposed to Lindsey is that Marissa is MUCH more easy going and with a big sister leading the way, she's very interested in getting rid of her diapers.
Another interesting part is that when we were potty training Lindsey you could always tell when she was wearing pull-ups, diapers or underwear. Her butt was so petite that it was always obvious when it wasn't covered with a thick, bulky diaper.
Marissa, on the other hand...well, this baby's got back.
Wayne almost put her down for her nap today in underwear because you can't tell by the size of her butt if she's got a pull-up on or not. She and Lindsey are both wearing the same size underwear -- 4T.
Gotta love that baby!
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Me [Standing in front of a room of people]: Hi, my name's Jenny.
Group [In Unison]: Hi Jenny!
Me: This afternoon I ate a whole box of Girl Scout cookies in one sitting.
Group: Oooo! So sorry.
Me: I resolve to NOT eat an entire box of Girl Scout cookies tomorrow.
Group [Various calls of encouragement]: Take it one day at a time. We're here to support you!
Me: Okay, maybe just one cookie...
Group: No! Don't do it!
And in case you are wondering, there are 1,125 calories in a box of Tag-a-longs.
My and my treadmill are going to be getting along famously tomorrow.
Sunday, March 02, 2008
Thankfully they moved away...far, far away, and we've finally got some pedigree in the neighborhood.
The people who moved into their home are the kind of people that we are proud to call neighbors. The husband is the newly appointed executive director of the James Sewell Ballet Company. They always park in their garage, never on the street, and the home already has the nice and tidy appearance of people who don't have those darn offspring around, messing up the crisp snow by making pesky snowmen and forts.
I know that that low-brow lady who moved out reads my blog...and I'm sure she takes this posting in the spirit in which it is meant: we miss you guys!