Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Atta Girl!

I am one proud mommy today. My baby girl did something many a grown man appears to be incapable of doing. I'm seriously considering making a tutorial starring Lydia to use in public service announcements. She may even start giving public presentations at events men commonly attend to teach this incredible skill - Look! It's so simple a 3 year old can do it!

Lydia went upstairs, got a roll of toilet paper, carried it to the downstairs bathroom, and put it on the roller! All! By! Herself! Even better? I didn't even tell her to do it!!! Nor have I ever asked her to replace the roll. That, my friends, is showing some initiative.

Thanks for listening. I was just about to burst with pride.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

When it rains

My minivan started doing the double time clicking when I used my turn indicator (commonly know as blinker), and so I KNEW I needed to get a replacement bulb. It was on my to-do list.

Last night, I had an allergic reaction to what I had for lunch - I know, it's a bizarre delayed reaction, but I don't think I can deny it any longer. I am allergic to beef. Or something they add to it. It led to me taking 3 benadryl, and not long after that, I was asleep.

Gene kindly let me sleep, and then said, as he was leaving, "You and Lydia are going to second service, right?" Uh-huh, it looked that way, but Lydia must've woken up when Gene shut the door. I figured that if I hurried, I could make it to first service. So I hurried until my hair dryer died in a fireworks display that was way too close for comfort. I had no back up hair dryer (should that be drier? whatever). I went to first service any way. I bought a new hair dryer on the way home, and I asked Gene to pick up a bulb for my van.

My luck hadn't changed yet, though. When I was opening a can, a gear broke off my can opener. I'd loaned my manual can opener to my younger sister. When it rains, it pours.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

More from the backseat

Tonight we were driving through a neighborhood when we saw a ten or elevenish year old boy in his garage. Lydia yells, "Hey! Put your shirt back on!"

That's my daughter, the decency police.

Luckily, the vehicle windows were in the closed position ; )

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

From the back seat

As I was driving home with Lydia this evening, she told me, "Mom, Mommy, MOMMEEEEEEEEEEEEY! I'll get you markers when we get home AND a piece of paper. You can draw a picture, and I'll put it on the fridge. Just be patient!" She followed up with, "Be PATIENT. Hold your horses."

I'm not sure when these conversations occurred, but at least I know she listened ; )

And she told her brother, "Bless your heart." LOL.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

A moment to remember

Has your child ever made you glow with pride just by saying something so perceptive? A moment where you just wanted to stand up and yell, "That's MY daughter/son!!!" for the whole world to know because clearly you are doing such an awesome job of raising her/him? Well? Have you? If the answer is yes, good for you. That's not what this post is about.

We went to the little dairy bar where our journey to Lydia more or less began for french fries & ice cream (because I'm doing such an awesome job of raising her to eat good, healthy food). After we finished the main course, Lydia and I were waiting in line to order our ice cream. The gentleman in front of us had tattoos, a sunburn, a funky mustache, and a well rounded abdomen.

Lydia, who is incapable of a "quiet" or "inside" voice (irrelevant in any case since we were outdoors, albeit under the covered area of the dairy bar) said, "MOMMY? WHAT'S INSIDE THAT MAN'S BELLY?"

I quietly answered, "Probably food."

She? Was NOT satisfied with my answer. So she asked HIM.

"DO YOU HAVE A BABY IN YOUR BELLY?"

At that point, I should have been glowing. You know, with embarrassment or something similar, but I wasn't. I just told myself that there is no way to control a 3 year old's mouth. Oh, and that I might want to explain WOMEN can have babies in their bellies, but it's not likely that a man would. And maybe I could come up with some sort of way to teach her that it's probably NEVER a good idea to ask if someone is pregnant even if that someone is a woman.

Do you want to know what that sweet gentleman told Lydia was in his belly? "Probably beer. A LOT of it." Klassy with a capital K, for sure ; ) Something every three year old needs to know...