Miscommunication

Being that I generally do 2-3 loads of laundry a day, there is often
at least one laundry basket (clean and folded) sitting around the
house. The baskets with Maggie's clothes tend to sit around for the
longest, mainly because either she's around to pull out what I put
away, or she's asleep. Anyways, today she was feeling particularly
helpful, so I asked her to take the bags from some of her new clothes
and put them "in the trash can in mommy's bathroom." (that is a direct
quote) I came up to my bathroom when she went down for her nap, lifted
the toilet lid, only to find this. Apparently we need to work on the
definitions of "trash can" and "toilet."

Worth the Risk

...of waking her by turning on the light to take this picture.

This is how I discovered her when I went in to check her before bed tonight. I have the giggles now even as I type this. Yes, in case you were wondering, her feet are crossed and propped up between the slats, and her dog is in a headlock between her legs.


The nagging question that remains in my mind is whether or not this was an intentional position?? I guess we'll never know...

Cat Watching

Shot Day

Back at Maggie's very first shot day at the doctor I decided that when
she was old enough, shot day would equal milkshake day. Well, today
was that day.

When Maggie woke up from her nap I asked her, "What kind of milkshake
do you want?"

She looked up and confidently said, "Two!"

Being that was not exactly an option, we settled on strawberry. She
was not exactly willing to share.

It Takes a Village

I feel a little bit guilty being celebrated today. I am starting to learn more and more that the secret to any mother's success is her support system. From husbands to family (near or far) to friends (of any age) to church to playgroups to Abby Cadabby to McDonalds to the internet to the iPhone (the list goes on and on and on), it's easy to come to the end of a day and feel like you've really done NOTHING to earn the title of mother. Especially the past few weeks (ahem, the arrival of Howard), I have been blown away by the selfless service I have received from others. On many levels.

So this Mother's Day I find myself EXTREMELY grateful for the extensive support system I have in my life. It is my greatest joy to be Gary's wife and to have the privilege to be the mother of Maggie and Howard...jobs and roles I am well aware that I can only do thanks to the slew of people and resources around me. Thank you!

Daddy's Girl

Rainy Day Dinner

The weather here is seriously depressing. For the past several weeks (as in maybe since we've moved here) I look at the 10 day forecast every day. And there is never more than one day of sunshine in the mix. And they are never wrong. Well, sometimes they are wrong. Sometimes it rains on that day.

Thursday is that day this week. We are all pining for it. In the meantime, we were treated to an extra gray and rainy day today.

We are getting desperate for indoor activities. So thanks to my mom's ingenuity, tonight we did an interactive dinner...make your own pizzas! Perfect...killing time and making dinner all at once.


Fortunately, we had been playing with playdoh earlier, so she totally got the concept of rolling out the dough. After putting it up to her mouth, that is. (Thus the flour mustache)


Anyone who has been around Maggie for longer than 15 minutes knows exactly what's going through her mind in this picture. "Yuckies!"


One dinner pizza and two dessert pizzas. I'd say that's about right.


Most of the time these days she seems SO big to me, but when I looked at her from this angle in the kitchen she seemed this tiny little thing in relation to everything else. Also note her pinkalicious outfit today - she picked it out herself - it's just too bad that her pink socks, shoes and barrette aren't pictured. And yes, they were also the exact same shade of pink. Is she my daughter or what?