Monday, June 29, 2009

The Golden Girls

It was been twenty-four years since The Golden Girls premiered and I still love watching them. Thank goodness for the Hallmark Channel! I don't think there has ever been a better written TV show. Thank you Blanche, Dorothy, Rose and Sofia. Thank you for being a friend!

Estelle Getty auction

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Night at the Museum: Battle of the Smithsonian

We are a family that loves movies. E loved the first Night at the Museum so we decided to give Battle of the Smithsonian a try. It was okay. E commented that "the first one was better." Personally, I wasn't crazy about either. Battle of the Smithsonian has its moments but overall it is a renter in my book. I did think Amy Adams was great. But I would probably like her in anything!

The Hangover

It is a rare occasion that J and I get a date so when we were at Nana and Papa's house for Father's day we took advantage of the free baby sitting and went to see The Hangover. It was hilarious!!! I can't wait to see it again.


Saturday, June 27, 2009

The Big 30

My brother-in-law Ryan just celebrated his 30th birthday and my sister had a wonderful party in their newly landscaped backyard. The food was delicious, the homemade wine was fabulous and the kids wore themselves out playing! I especially loved the clothesline photo display Holly created with pictures of Ryan from the time he was a baby until now.

The great wipe!

I am happy to report that two of my three chickadees take care of their business in the toilet these days (we still have the occasional accident). Despite many tutorials on the proper "wipe," I still hear, "Mommy come wipe my bottom," a few times everyday. My oldest is 5 and has attended preschool, successfully wiping her own bottom for two years while I'm away. When I reminded E of this fact, she explained, "I only take little ones at school. I save the big ones for home, so I need your help wiping at home, but not at school." Thank you. Thank you very much!

Burger Fix!

Sometimes you just need to forget about calories and fat content and simply indulge. We did just that today. J was working at the office so the girls and I picked him up for a family lunch at Johnny Rockets. The weather was perfect, the girls were well-behaved (relatively) and the food was hot, greasy and delicious!

We love Daddy!

The girls and I had so much fun celebrating Father's Day with J and Papa this year. We started Friday night by surprising Jason with a sign on the door and very homemade cake! Saturday we drove to Nana and Papa's farm. We celebrated Uncle Ryan's 30th birthday Saturday night and had BBQ'd ribs and strawberry shortcake Sunday afternoon for an official Father's Day celebration.

Friday, June 19, 2009

What's in a name

When we brought our youngest daughter,Olivia, home from the hospital, we asked her two older sisters what they thought. E, then 4 thought for a minute and said, "She doesn't look anything like the book." Yes, we do love the book, but no, your sister is not a pig.

Advice for a new mommy

I have nursed all of my kids.  There have been many conversations about nursing and mommy's boobies at our house. It is not uncommon to see my kids pretending to nurse their own dolls and stuffed animals. So it was no surprise that when E's preschool class was asked to give parenting advice to an expectant teacher, she responding, "You have to nurse your baby with your boobies... a lot!"

Respect the Hot Dog

Not long after the birth of our second, daughter, I took the girls to Costco to stock up on some necessities and have a cheap lunch. E, 2 1/2 at the time was so excited to dig into her hot dog, but a kind woman next to her kept asking questions about her new baby sister. E reached her limit and finally told the woman, "Do you mind, I am trying to eat my hot dog."

Those aching legs

They say laughter is the best medicine and when you have kids, there is no shortage of laughter. My little chickadees are constantly doing and saying things that have me in stitches. I thought it prudent to start jotting them down so I don't forget. 

Today, my five year old, E, stood up and stretched and announces, "Mommy, my legs are crapping!"