Tuesday, June 7, 2011

breaking the new house in.

There's only one word to describe the following photo:
And today, after I walked in the kitchen and surveyed his latest handiwork, I said that word more like...

Immediately I started cleaning up the millions of tiny glass shards on the back porch. And as I emptied the dust pan into the trash, this is what I found:
It's a 3 lb. weight.
In my trashcan.

It didn't take too long for me to put 2 and 2 together.
Broken glass...heavy banging instrument thrown into the trashcan...
I know. Just call me Matlock.

After some questioning, he totally fessed up.
Readily fessed up.
Shamelessly fessed up.
And dare I say proudly fessed up?

Thank goodness he's cute.

Sunday, June 5, 2011

Summertime makes me feel fine

 I'm looking forward to a summer filled with Daisy Chains,
discovering new things,
 doing daring new moves,
and dancing in the park
Hooray for Summer!

Friday, June 3, 2011

paci's are not forever. or ARE they?

This guy loves some paci's.
A lot.

And the closer he gets to 3, the more worrisome his love becomes to me.
Because I know something that he doesn't know.
I know that the Day of Reckoning is coming.
The Day of Doom.
The Day of No. More. Pacifiers.

How am I going to get up the nerve to separate him from his one, true love?
I may just break his sweet little heart right in two.

It's been weighing heavily on David's mind too.

The other day when we took the kids to the Library, I ran across this book.

It was like a sign.
And I actually found myself entertaining the totally delusional thought that this book could be the key to ending my 2 year old's serious paci addiction.
I just knew that the words of the book would speak to him so clearly that he would have no choice but to get rid of his paci forever.

Looking at David, (and feeling quite proud of my lucky little find) I said, "Hey, Daddy - let's read this one."
I could be wrong, but I thought I sensed in David's eyes a little glimmer of hope too.
The story/crucial life lesson started out really well.
Charlie was super engaged.
He happily and eagerly pointed to the pacifier on each page we read.
Then, we got to the good stuff...
Here's how it went:

me (reading): ...Goodbye paci. Let's throw our paci in the trash-y.

Charlie (looks at me in utter disbelief, like I had just read the silliest book known to man): Noooo... we don't throw our paci's in the trash-y.

Then he promptly walked off.

Clearly, this is going to be more difficult than I'd hoped.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

d is for dance party

My sister Katharine is in college...and just recently decided to pursue a degree in Education. 
Something that I could not be more thrilled about.

So, since she got out for summer break a few days before we did, I decided to give her a little taste of what one can really do with a hard earned degree in Early Childhood Education.
 I think I'm doing some sort of hillbilly move in this next picture...
 Dancing is serious business in my class.
Good times were had by all. As usual.
I'm pretty sure she left feeling the weightiness of her decision.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

almost wordless wednesday

Something tells me we're not quite ready to potty train.
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