Travelin' blues

Recently, we took the girls on a bona fide vacation. Beautiful beaches with white sand that squeaked when you walked on it. It was awesome. The girls loved it. We all loved it. Who wouldn't - check this out:

However, I would like to point out that it took 9 hours of travel, with a layover in Atlanta, to get there.

And, while most of the time Jellybean looked sweet, like this:

There was a lurking, evil little sprite, waiting to be unleashed - napless - into the world:

(doesn't she look spooky?)

The look

Jellybean has decided that she doesn't like to wear (regular) dresses.

She wears leggings and tshirts. And occasionally frothy tulle skirts layered over the leggings. And then a see-through tulle dress over that, too. And ballerina costumes, with 18 necklaces layered on top of it.

It's the hobo princess look!

In which I sound like a hypochondriac.... but my point is, that motherhood is a full contact sport

Two weekends ago I banged my knee at the library. It is still too tender to gently draw a razor blade over it. Thank goodness it is winter (still, gah) and no one can see my hairy knee.

During the same visit to the library, Jellybean jumped up into my neck as I was bending down. It was a big enough impact that, almost involuntarily, my hands flew to my throat to make sure my windpipe wasn't bent/crushed in. (it wasn't - necks are tough!) I couldn't talk normally for a good 15 minutes.

Then last weekend, Jellybean was playing outside when she retreated behind a tree, avoiding me, and started to get red in the face. You know - the "I'm gonna poop in my undies (no diapers - we're (still) pottytraining!) so whattya gonna do about it?" look.......so, I picked her up and ran to the closest public bathroom. And I do mean run. It was a full out sprint, chanting "do not poop in your pants" the whole way.  We got there - no poop. But now my bum knee hurts. A lot.

I'm going to start lifting more weights to gear up for more outings with Jellybean - she's tough! (or, at least tough on me....)

Murphy's Law

This past Sunday, a friend of mine came over and I gave her lots of hand-me-down clothing (she's got twin 9 month old girls).

One of the items I passed on was Jellybean's snowshoes. Since it's March, they're a bit small, and Spring has SPRUNG! Right? right? right???? oh.

It's snowing.

Best diet plan, ever

One of the funniest things about having a mynah bird (I mean toddler) in the house is listening to their ever-expanding vocabulary.

Last Sunday dinner, for example, M asked Jellybean to eat or do something. Something she didn't want to do. So what did she do?

She gave him her famous frowny face, pointed a finger, and said "no daddy, UNACCEPTABLE."

Let's just say that I couldn't finish my dinner that night. I was too busy suppressing gales of laughter.