The fact that he thinks of me as "happy" made my entire year! There's nothing he could have written that would be more important to me than that.
2. I fear we are about to have a problem of hygenic proportion. The Tiny Tornado has refused to take off her new Elmo jammies. Like ever. Even a simple diaper change has become brutal, as she thinks we're permanently removing the jammies. I don't allow "characters" on my kids clothes because I'm a law abiding citizen and that's a crime against fashion. However, I do allow any/all ridiculous characters on PJ's.
OK, perhaps I secretly like them. (Even though the bright pink burns your retinas ever so slightly).
I kind of love how the Tiny Tornado grativates towards trucks, cars, legos, brawling and the like. Sure, we have the Little People plastic pink dollhouse, (though our tea parties are usually cut short by the horse from the barn set that enjoys trampling unsuspecting party guests and overturning tables)...but she seems to have taken more of a liking to things with wheels.
(I'm going to stop saying exhibit now, k?)
It wouldn't be a 10 on Tuesday without 900 pictures of the Tiny Tornado, now would it?
Oh, and by the way, all the pictures above were taken with flash. Can you tell?
Ah yes, here she is again for an after-bath snack.
3. So I've forgotten...when do babies move out of the crib and into a big bed? I know Drew bumped Collin out of the crib when he was 2 1/2, and I can't remember when Drew moved to a big bed. Thoughts or opinions? If you're thinking I should have this all figured out by the 3rd child, you should have seen me floundering with formula/cereal/baby food/ this time around. My brain doesn't have extra room for that type of information to be retained long term.
4. I used to think children that "bit" were a result of crummy parenting. Isn't it fun when you get to eat your words? It was touch and go there for awhile, but we are expecting Doron to make a full recovery. (See #2 above for the reason).
The perpetrator just feels awful about it.
Well, not bad enough to ruin her entire day.
The cost of getting a baby to pose with a box of bandaids: 1 mini candy cane.
(The cost of those size 2T skinny jeans: more than anything in my wardrobe).
5. I finally had to get out the ugly coat this week. The cute coat is only good to about 40 degrees. Ten years ago I would have suffered for the sake of looking good. At my age, comfort trumps beauty.
6. This makes me happy:
Our basement stays looking like this for approximently 7.2 seconds, so I had to snap fast.
7. December 18th and my Christmas shopping is offically done! I thought we were off to a rocky start when we read on Drew's list "a green car that can go through anything" and "Sharpie markers for kids" and "an x-ray machine so I can be a skeleton face and scare you mom"... but we recovered nicely and got 'er done.
8. This is the first year that I 'sprung' for gift tags for our kids' Christmas presents. I'm not sure why I thought those $3 gift tags would have tipped the scale.
9. I was so excited when my 3rd grader and Kindergartner both asked if they could do gingerbread houses this year! I was afraid they'd think it was babyish....wrong! They had a blast!
First, a flashback I thought you'd enjoy:
The present day:
What, the Tiny Tornado wasn't included in the fun??
Please. I don't like to toy with my sanity.
Oh wait, here's a shot of the Tornado, puffy eyes and all, waking up from her perfectly-timed nap. (I have no clue what's going on here, but I can tell you she would have never tolerated this overt intrusion into her personal space had she not been semi-conscious).
10. Last, I leave you with this shot I took the other night at the tree farm.
(Of course, by tree farm I mean 'interesting conglomeration of random trees in the parking lot of the putt-putt golf place.'
So there you have it. A few happenings around the Bonnie household this past week.
Have a great Tuesday! :-)