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I’ve been having fun with all the question/answer things going around on facebook. I’ve done the mommy one, the one word answer, the how many books you’ve read,etc. Today, I tackled the interviewing of Miss Girlie. My friend Seth did this with his son, who could actually answer the questions in sentences and was very cute with his answers. It was fun to do this with the babe, so here it is for you all to enjoy and laugh at 
1. What is something daddy always says to you? – “eat.”
2. What makes daddy happy? –”poopy” (I’m thinking this is when she goes on the potty!!)
3. What makes daddy sad? – “Dada’s mittens” (no idea why these make E sad?!)
4. How does your daddy make you laugh? – “aaaaaahhhhh”
5. What was your daddy like when he was a big kid? –(this one was tough…she instead listed her friends names off and said, “Libby, Tim, Haven, Timothy, Simone, Eva, Will.”)
6. How old is your daddy? – “One and half!” (hee hee…we’ve got her trained!)
7. How tall is your daddy? – “Up High!”
8. What is his favorite thing to do? – “fighting” (not sure where that came from! Must be our crazy cats and their fighting/playing?)
9. Where does your Daddy go during the day? – “Dada big bus” (He takes the bus to work)
10. If your daddy becomes famous, what will it be for? – “Hiding” (these days everything is hiding…paci, socks, cats, anything we can’t find…)
11. What is your daddy really good at? – “Yay!”
12. What is your daddy not very good at? – “Blocks”
13. What does your daddy do for his job? – “Dada run.”
14. What is your daddies favorite food? – “kiwi, a pear!” (umm…actually those are her favs)
15. What makes you proud of your daddy? – “Dada’s socks.” (She picks them out each morning and he says good job and thanks…)
16. If your daddy were a cartoon character, who would he be? – Hmmmm…tough one to answer–she doesn’t really know any cartoon characters and I dare not mention Elmo and Erik in the same sentence
17. What do you and your daddy do together? – “Play!”
18. How are you and your daddy the same? – “Dada Mama.” (yeah, she didn’t get this one either…)
19. How are you and your daddy different? – “Hmmmm. Hmmmmm.” (she thought for a while)
20. Does Daddy love you? – “Uh Huh.”
21. Where is your daddies favorite place to go? – “Outside. It’s Icy.”
22. What do you want to say to Daddy? “Peace. Our church.” “I throw the socks off table.”
(She loves shaking hands and sharing the peace at church and then after saying that she threw her socks off the coffee table.) What a goof. I know she loves her Daddio very much!!
I ran across this link via another blog I found. I’ve heard of people having natural births that are really moving and somewhat peaceful at times. But…seriously…really….is THIS for real? My brain can’t fathom this. What do you think readers? Am I too quick to judge?
I am about to do something that I’ve never really done on this blog. I’ve shared thoughts before, but never through a poem. I don’t write much or often, just when the feeling strikes and today has been one of those poetic type days for me. The sun is shining, the senate bill passed legalizing public breastfeeding yesterday (yay!), I’ve got the day off and in general am a happy lady today. So, here is my poem that I scribbled onto a piece of paper this morning while watching Girlie eat her snack.
*Two things to note. I sucked at my poetry class in college. I believe the prof’s words were unoriginal and not unique. I think I got a B- in that class even though I enjoyed poetry. Just can’t write it I guess. Another thing to note is that I didn’t title this or anything. It’s just a few jumbled lines put together.
Here goes.
Don’t laugh, okay.
Promise?
The scent of sweet, sticky, fruit is on her face
as I brush my cheek against hers. She takes a
bite of yogurt as half of the bite slides off the spoon
to the table below, where she feels its smooth texture
and smears it across the surface of the table as if it’s a canvas
and she an artist.
These moments each day go by one after the other, easily unnoticed.
What is extraordinary about them?
They are small moments of success, fascination, discovery,
and the making of memories that one day may go dim.
For today they are usual normalcies, but a glimpse of our day together.
It’s a break in the sameness of each morning.
A break to breathe, slow down, stare at this wonder in front of me and remember this child forever as a yogurt smearing, sweet smelling, miracle.
Hello friends. I’m asking that any Wisconsin residents that have a minute please email or call your representatives and ask them to support this breastfeeding bill that’s scheduled to be discussed and voted on tomorrow afternoon. If passed it will be an official legal right in Wisconsin that a woman may publicly breastfeed her child(ren).
I really can’t believe that there are people who are against this bill passing!!! I’m so tired of people freaking out about the possibility of a flash of a nipple or skin exposure. One of the opposition’s main concerns is that a young child might see someone breastfeeding and likewise see nudity. I, as a parent, am much more concerned with what my daughter and other children see as they pass by the Victoria Secret window in our local mall. I wonder what she’ll think about the nearly naked women manikins lounging in the window when she’s older. I think about how that will affect her self esteem and her sense of womanhood. That is something worth thinking about. If she sees a woman breastfeeding I feel that it’ll help to show her that it’s something natural and good. For a long time our country was against breastfeeding. They thought it crude and uncivilized. My Mother was the only new mom in the hospital where I was born who chose to breastfeed me. It’s time that breastfeeding mothers are given rights to feed their children and provide this most necessary and good deed.
Well. I feel better and happy that I have this outlet to voice my opinion. I apologize if I’ve offended anyone. Have a nice day and don’t forget to email or call your representatives
do de do. Oh, are you hoping to find something interesting at this here blog? It seems I’ve forgotten how to blog. I guess you could say I’ve got a slight case of bloggers block going on. My last post was of the photo slide show I gave Erik for Valentine’s day. He loved it. Thanks for all the views and comments! You should all go make one for someone–it’s a lot of fun to do!
So…what’s been so important around here lately to keep me from devoting what’s left of my brain to writing here? Nothing much. But, for those that would like to stay updated with my life here are a few “happenings” to report to you.
*The Girlie turned 20 months old on Wednesday. CA RAY ZEE. I fear that the future two year old in her is making an early appearance as she’s become a bit more cranky, short tempered and sometimes her head starts spinning around and around.
Another development that I’m sort of wondering about and at the same time loving is her new found art of becoming afraid and freaking out about it. I’m not sure if it’s loud noises or our our furnace kicking on, but about 3+ times a day she’ll stop what she’s doing and run to me while sobbing, “Mama, Mama.” When I kneel down to see what’s up she says, “Get up” and practically climbs me, then clings to me, head on shoulder and there she stays stuck to me and sometimes she’s even a bit shaky or breathing hard like she’s scared.
What’s so weird about this is that this kid IS NOT A SNUGGLER. She’s never wanted to let us hold her and just snuggle her unless a boob or a paci have been present. And since the boob is long gone from her world and the paci is only for bedtime that leaves me with about 2.2 seconds of snuggle time a day. Sooooo….to end this long tale, I’m enjoying the 15 to 20 minutes of Girlie freaked out moments in my day. Except for the drool puddle I occasionally find on my shoulder. Eww.
*As I begin to type this next “happening” in our lives I’ve had a light bulb moment that might explain what’s scaring the kiddo. Last weekend we had a fun party with about 18ish friends. It was our Spaghetti and Spaceballs party which we’d wanted to do forever. It finally happened and was a great success. Lots o meatballs and spaghetti and a fun time watching the movie with a group of friends.
My light bulb moment about Girlie’s new fears came as I was thinking about how our friend Miller decided to scare the pants off Girlie. She was looking quite cute dressed up as Princes Vespa from Spaceballs, when Miller arrived in a Darth Vader helmet. She didn’t really like the look of it and when Miller decided to chase her while still wearing it she screamed and ran and then screamed and crieed some more for about 10+ minutes. She clung to the Daddio and I for quite a while before calming down.
So…maybe it’s all Miller’s fault. Miller–if you’re reading this let me just say thanks for giving me a snuggler (yippee)–but, you’re in charge of paying all the therapy bills when she’s older and flips out every time she watches Star Wars or Spaceballs.
*Hmmm…what else. Oh, yeah. I got my hair cut (can you tell I’ve got nothing better to write of!) It’s quite a bit shorter and someday when I’ve got some fancy pants fast internet access I’ll post a photo. It WAS NOT worth the whole $7 I paid for it or the 2 1/2 butt numbing hours I sat in the chair getting it cut. I think it was the stylist’s first time cutting hair. That’s what I get for going to a cosmetology college for a haircut!
*Lastly….please pray on friends about the job situation with Erik. He should hopefully hear something from Augustana next week unless there are delays with their administration or something. The story with Wheaton is that on Wednesday someone’s interviewing and a week after that or so they’ll decide who they want–the person interviewing next week or Erik.
Every time I think about this my stomach just drops. I’m trying to not worry about whether we’ll end up moving or where we’ll move to. Instead of over thinking everything and driving myself nuts I’m focusing on getting things done around our house in case we need to sell it. This makes me nuts in a whole other way…but at least I’m busy and crazy at the same time?!? I’ve got almost 1/2 the kitchen painted and the new color is awesome. I wish I had done it years ago. Erik put up new beautiful light fixtures in our bedroom and the guest bedroom and this weekend we might check a few more things off our list that we’ve wanted done for a few months now. Every time I worry out about all this I think about how happy we are that Erik had the opportunity to interview at these places and even be considered! And hey–if we don’t move I’ll have some sweet new updates in my house
Happy weekend faithful readers (all four of you that have stuck around through this posting drought!!)
