Friday, September 29, 2006

Pizza vs. Salad

Who are you, and what have you done with my daughter??? Last night, we went to Cici's for dinner (a pizza buffet), and Irene was kind of picking at her pizza. I asked her if she wanted a different pizza, and she said, "No, I want salad." SALAD?? My picky child wanted SALAD? Salad she got, and salad she ate! I nearly fell over. This is the child who loves pizza and only recently deigned to eat salad when there were no better options!

Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Random Rememberings

A couple of weeks ago, Mark and I took Irene to the local community center pool (where we have a membership), and this particular pool has a waterpark area with a 300 gallon bucket that fills and dumps every so often. Irene hates getting soaked, and is rather afraid of the bucket. She was the only kid in the whole place that night, and it was nearing closing time, and they turned the bucket off early. A couple of nights ago, as I was putting her to bed, she said: "Daddy turn the big bucket off at the pool. That was nice o' him!"

Friday, September 15, 2006

I'm Hungry

No real updates, just in the middle of making dinner here. The cool weather we've had recently has me thinking about caramel corn. I'm planning to make some tomorrow. My life centers around food right now. No surprise, really, I AM pregnant, after all. Feeling pretty good on that front, the second trimester is the BEST part of pregnancy for me: no nausea, almost-normal energy, don't feel gigantic yet, appetite is huge, and I get to wear all my cute maternity clothes.

Friday, September 08, 2006

Mommas and Babies

"May I be escused please, Momma?" "I love oo, Momma." "Momma, I kiss our baby?" MOMMA??? Where did that come from? She's two. I thought I was still "Mommy". I thought I'd be Mommy for a long time. Occasionally, she even says "Mom" or "Dad". SHE'S TWO! Stop growing up already!

In other news, she has finally admitted that her baby, Daddy's baby and "Momma's" baby are all the same baby in the same place. Yesterday, though, I think we had a setback. She patted my tummy, and said "Daddy's tummy, right here!" In her mind, tummy = baby and baby = tummy, apparently.