On thinking her mom is perfect:
Emily loves Brittany Spears (sometimes still called Perky Spears). I mean, she loooooves Brittany Spears. Well, she loves "Oops I did it Again" anyway. She doesn't have a clue about the living breathing train-wreck. Sometimes she asks me to sing along with the song, which I, of course, know because I listen to it with her daily and I also secretly rather like it. One of the times she requested that I sing along with "the purple song" Ben was with us.
B: Mama sings the song better than Brittany Spears
E: Hahahahaha. You're just teasing.
E: Right? You're just teasing.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Monday, March 24, 2008
In her Easter basket Emily received the most adorable pink bikini. It is pink and green with ruffles and girlishness galore. Our friend Donna was not present to see Em get her basket so Emily was kind enough to show her everything including her new "pink zucchini bathing suit!"
Saturday, March 22, 2008
So I have a staph infection (I think). I had one last November and this painful red lump looks strikingly similar. I was showing it to my mom and Grandma last night and got the appropriate answer of "ewww, poor baby." Then, Grandma says "You need to put bacon on that." Oh okay. Wait, what?! "Yeah, you put a tiny piece of raw bacon on it and it'll help it get better." So I dubiously ask "Just bacon?" Then, my 78 year old sweet-as-honey grandmother ROLLED HER EYES at me and said "Well no darlin', you'll also need a band aid."
Posted by Never A Plain Jane at 8:27 AM
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
Ben was here for the entire month of February which was absolute joy. However, our one year anniversary and his elongated visit has sparked a lot of questions from others in the form of "So, when are you going to get married?" When I was 18 and engaged to Jesse I got the "You're too young" speech. Now that I am twenty-five and have way more at stake - kid, school, personal sense of identity - the clock is apparently ticking and gosh darn it, I'd better get a move on that marriage thing. Best. Plan. Ever.
Posted by Never A Plain Jane at 5:50 PM
Sunday, March 9, 2008
I think it is starting to sink in for both Emily and me that we are going to be together a lot more now that her dad has moved. Either that or Emily's temperament has a taken a turn for the better. This weekend was pretty good - minimal whining, no tattling, very little fighting over nap time. Yesterday was truly a day of moments, though. Two stand out. We spent the day doing all sorts of things. There was breakfast at a restaurant with Lori and then we went to an A&M horse show where we saw the Ontkos and the Wests among various other friends. We went to "Junkie Bath" to make new "scratchy soap" and pick out a candle. Emily is always so good when we go there. She loves to just sit in front of the oils smelling them all and organizing them by the color on the lid. Later that evening we went over to Lori and Emil's for some fajitas. Now comes the good part of the story. As we left the Luza house sometime around 9:30, Emily let out a long breath and proclaimed "I had a hard day." I asked why. The reply? "It is hard work keeping Lori entertained for all that long time." I know, the life of a three-year-old is rough. It gets better. At 11:00 when she STILL was not asleep she came wandering into my dining area to let me know that her hiney hurt. She almost never lets me examine these sorts of problems, but this time she willingly dropped her PJs and bent over. The instant she bent over a pebble pooped out of her rear. A PEBBLE POPPED OUT OF HER REAR! "Baby! did you stick this rock in your hiney?" "No." "Oh my gosh, did you eat rocks?" Silence. "I don't really know if I can say."