Pink PJs

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Here are the girls in their snowman jammies from Santa Claus. I finally got them both still enough to snap a picture. I’m not sure what the heck Elmo is doing in the photo, but he’s a camera hog.

No, I’m not talking about James Frey, I’m talking about the million little plastic pieces to a million little toys that I keep finding in every nook and cranny of our house. The 3-year-old is fond of playing with the plastic pie game pieces that come with Trivial Pursuit (they make great “snacks” for her Beanie Baby Bears) and I am finding them everywhere! The 10-month-old thinks they are really snacks. I’m on a mission to find them all…

I Almost Ate WHAT?!

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Yesterday was my dad’s birthday and he spent a good hour of it watching Amelia while I steamcleaned poop out of the carpet. God bless grandparents! I was letting Amelia “air out” in the den sans diaper. She had had her morning poop so the ETA of a secondary poop seemed to be in the distant future. She was happily standing and playing with her giganto block activity center and I sat down at the breakfast bar to check e-mail. I glanced over and thought it was odd that she was about to put a mushy graham cracker into her mouth when I realized it wasn’t a graham cracker. I jumped about 8 feet to intercept her “must put everything in my mouth, even my own freshly churned poop” instinct. Then I saw the explosive blowout on the floor, complete with carrot chunks. She was standing in it and was mashing it into the carpet with her bare feet like a little Italian woman mashing grapes. OY! One bath, one carpet cleaning session (thank God we got a steam cleaner for Christmas), and one clean baby later I realized that I’d made it to child #2 without having a poop on the carpet incident and I swelled with pride. Do they have medals for that?

LOVE this show. I started watching it last year. This is the one show that I cannot miss. Thank God for Tivo! The two-night season premiere rocked! But I knew it would. Plus it’s one show the hubby and I both enjoy watching together. I thought I’d post a picture of Mr. Blue eyes (not the hubby, but Kiefer Sutherland). Enjoy!

I am trying desperately to get into the swing of things in the mornings oh, say before 9 a.m. as next week I escape return to the office four days a week and I need to start regularly applying makeup and washing my hair. The hubby went into work early today so I loaded the girls up around 9 to drop Caitlin off at daycare. I decided that Amelia and I would scope out her room and visit with her teacher. There are only three other babies in the room, which I like. I know the teacher, as her son is in the four-year-old classroom adjacent to Caitlin’s. I sat Amelia down on the floor and she made a beeline for the toys. She also crawled to her teacher and pulled up on her and tried to give a 6-month-old baby a hickey on her bald head (the baby was “visiting” from the infant nursery). Of course there was the obligatory green snotty nose kid, but he didn’t attempt to touch Amelia and she stayed clear of him. Good girl.

Enjoying TCBY After Her Haircut

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We took Caitlin to my hairdresser yesterday. It was her first “salon” experience and she was so excited she didn’t nap before her appointment (like I’m surprised, as she usually never naps on weekends unless she’s fallen asleep in the late afternoon watching a movie or in the car where she’s been lulled to sleep by the noise and movement and the extra lap I make with the car to ensure she’s truly passed out). Miss Hairdresser met us with a smile and asked if she was shampooing Caitlin’s hair in her bubbly hairdresser voice. I could tell from Caitlin’s sudden inability to speak and the way she clung to the hubby’s leg like a scared puppy that we’d be lucky if we got out of there with her hair actually cut. (Read on …)

Oh mama those dogs are getting on my nervous!

How do you mourn the loss of your childhood stomping grounds? On Christmas weekend we turned on to the familiar road that leads to my inlaws’ home. Instead of continuing straight, though, the hubby asked if I would indulge him. I knew before he even turned the steering wheel that he wanted to drive the road that meanders along the perimeter of the old Springfield Country Club golf course. Several of the homes that border the course are for sale. I can’t imagine they are too happy with their once beautifully manicured view, which is now overgrown and littered with magnificent trees that have been cut down to make way for a new housing community. (Read on …)