Let's face it, when you give birth, you are bestowed a whole new bill of rights. The right to go ga-ga by making-up strange words and saying those words in strange voices, the right to say "poop" in everyday conversation, the right to ignore your child when she has a melt-down in public, the right to stop anything and everything you are doing if your child needs you, AND the right to brag. I am here tonight to exercise that right.
Feb 28, 2009
Feb 18, 2009
Feb 8, 2009
Note to self: Let's face it, this blog is often too heavy on words and not on pics. B-O-R-I-N-G. Trouble is, I don't have any photography skills AND I have this delightful, "biggest waste of $300" camera. But, nonetheless, here are some family visuals from the past two months:
Jumpin' Jacks with Caldwell and Broadbent cousins
Swimming with Caldwells. A rarity that we'll ALL together (Mom and Dad are photo-shooting)
Feb 4, 2009
My girl is potty trained! It's been a solid week without an accident, day or night time. It has been a monumental few months: goodbye to binkies and goodbye to diapers! I have honestly feared life without those two precious things since day one - knowing that those conveniences of life would one day be gone. I even found an dusty binky under my bed the other day, and held in my hand for a long time, fighting the urge to wash it and pop it in Mollie's mouth. I guess I am a recovering addict of sorts. But The Mol is doing great! I love that little bottom running around in mini-panties. Can't stop pinching those cheeks!
And here are some of the latest thoughts that Mollie's little brain has cooked up and have consequently escaped her lips:
"Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for the Indians, and the dinosaurs and the mammoth" (we went to the Museum of Natural History for FHE. She clearly appreciated it)
"Mommy, I made a caterpillar!" (Looking into the toilet - I'll leave that one to your imagination)
"Mamma Mia! Here I go again! My, my, how can I resist you?" (Sung to her nursery leaders at church - I got the report later)
And here's my personal favorite, because it makes me look really good as a mom (and I can use all the help I can get with that). Mollie was pounding on the piano at my mom's house singing the ABC song. Then she started singing, "I Feel My Savior's Love." And she announced to Grandma, "We sing this at Family Home Evening!" And we did. Once.
Tonight she helped me make cookies and we made a "picnic" on the kitchen floor and ate them together. Mollie generously offered me some of her milk and a bite of her cookie. She loaded her plate into the dishwasher and said, "thank you." Then we rocked in our rocking chairs in the living room and she told me that I was her best friend. You think I am making this up. I am not joking. I just had to write it down so that I would believe it when she morphed back into the normal two-year old that she is most of the time.
Mollie and Julie. BFF.