First Celebrity Crush and Other Proud Parentingisms
Amelia ate tomato soup last night and loved it. It wasn’t even Campbell’s, but some store brand canned shizzle. She also ate blue corn chips and salsa and her eyes got big as saucers and she said, “MMMMMMM.” Maybe God has granted me a second child who is not so picky about what she eats. She is starting to sit on the potty, but no real action yet. Of course I’m working on a potty training update post, like a good mommy blogger, and because I know that you, you, and you really are interested in where my child pees.
Speaking of picky eaters, Caitlin ate grilled chicken salad Sunday night that she helped the hubby make. She also enjoyed blue cheese dressing.
Caitlin can sing Jingle Bells through and through, but this weekend she replaced the lyrics with “butt.” As in “Butt, butt, butt. Butt, butt, butt. Butt, butt, butt, butt, butt.” If I weren’t so darn lazy I would tape it and fling that footage up on YouTube.
Because she’s 4 and can’t wait to move on to the next holiday already, Caitlin is discussing plans for her 5th birthday party…in June. She wants a swim party and she wants Jon Bon Jovi to be there. I actually became a member of the official Bon Jovi website this weekend to somehow snag at least an autographed picture of her first celebrity crush by her 5th birthday. I think my first celebrity crush was Parker Stevenson from The Hardy Boys (forget Shaun Cassidy, his hair was way too Farrah-esque for my taste.)
Also, my apologies if you were stuck in the self checkout line at the grocery behind Caitlin and I on Sunday. She likes to scan the groceries and it takes us about twice as long as it would if I were doing it, but she gets such a kick out of it so I let her be the big girl and scan away even if everyone behind us starts looking at their watches and popping their blood pressure meds.
I had posters of him on my wall courtesy of Tiger Beat.
