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Well today was the day. My Oldest, once my little girl, once my only, turned 12. Yep, she has gone and done it. Even though I have threatened and begged please don’t get any older, it happened.

About 2 weeks ago, I asked her what she wanted for her cake this year. Last year we ordered it from Walmart, so this year she wanted me to make her one. On one of our trips to the store, she picked out the cake mix and icing. It was a tye dye cake mix and vanilla icing. I didn’t look at the instructions till 2 days ago. There was alot too it, but seemed simple enough. You just had to divide out the batter and use the included food coloring packets to make your colors. She decided on a 2 layer cake and she wanted to help me make it. We started on it around 12:30 today. After I got the batter made up and divided I opened up the 3 coloring packets. Now this was a messy part. The food coloring got all over my fingers because the packets weren’t but an inch or 2 big. There was not enough in them to do all the colors. Luckily I still had my food coloring kit from Little L’s birthday. We got all the colors made and started putting them in the pan. 30 minutes later, it was done. Simple, right? Wrong! I let them cool for about 2 hours. Oldest was driving me crazy wanting to icing them. I got out the icing and started mixing up the colors since we had a colorful cake, why not some colorful icing. I went to get the first cake out of the pan to set on the plate. It wouldn’t come out. It had stuck to the pan so bad. I was about to cry. Oldest was trying to help and getting mad at me because I was getting upset. She didn’t understand that since I was making it for her, that I wanted it to be pretty much perfect. I felt like I had never made a cake before.

After some work, we got the first layer out of the pan, but alot still stuck. I started to put the icing on it and oldest decided to work on the second layer. It broke in half and some of it still stuck in the pan. I told her to leave it alone while I finished up the first layer. I didn’t want it to break any more. I got it placed on top and smooshed it together and prayed that the icing would hold it. That’s when oldest said she wanted to do the icing. I walked away to do some other things, and when I went back, the cake, well, it didn’t look at all like I wanted it to. She got bored and went into her room, so I mixed up some more icing and went to work on it. As the icing got mixed together though, it was turning purple. You could still see some of the other colors, but purple was the main one. Could this cake get any uglier? I thought. When I got done, I pushed it aside, and hoped that it tasted better then it looked. Thankfully it did. 🙂

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What a Day!

Posted: September 29, 2014 in Daughter, family, funny, girls, kids, toddlers, Uncategorized
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This weekend went by so very fast.  My Little L drove me crazy a good part of the yesterday too. She went down for her nap around noon, which was fine. I was planning on getting on the laptop for a bit when my oldest comes in and says that the mouse stopped working. I sat down to take a look and it wasn’t the mouse, it was Firefox. I could open a page and start to do something and it would just freeze, but the pointer was still able to move around. In set the frustration and aggravation. This is not what I had planned for my only free time during the day. I kept trying different options and rebooting the darn thing, when in walked Little L, only 45 minutes after she laid down. UGH!!!! I took her in the kitchen and made her some lunch and she refused to eat, all the time crying and whining.  I ended up throwing out the food I made and fixed her some cereal. I got her to eat, but she was half distracted with the cartoon on the t.v. Whatever works, I thought! When she was done with that, I snuck off to use the laptop for what I wanted to do during her nap, burn some cd’s. I have tons of pics on here that I need to get on disc. While I was trying to get it going, I kept hearing her cry. Then I would hear daddy’s voice and she would go silent for awhile. He came in to get me not even 30 minutes into what I was in the middle of and said he wanted to run to the auto store and he wanted me to go too. We would take Little L and get her out of the house for a minute. I stopped, once again, and had to get some clothes on her. Which she didn’t give me much of a fight about. She knows the word bye bye and when I said it, she calmed right down.

When we got back home, she was in a much better mood. I was glad about that, but then she got down right crazy!  She started climbing on the coffee table. We kept telling her to get down, but she is very stubborn. It took several tries, but she finally stayed off. Then for the next hour or so, she played pretty good. At dinner time, I was trying to feed her, and once again, she wouldn’t eat but wanted what daddy had on his plate. He gave her a few bites and then she ate some of what I had.  After that, she decides that her diaper needed to go. I was trying to put away the leftovers, and telling her to stop, but she wasn’t listening, even though she was looking right at me. She took it off and started doing laps around the room. Before I could get to her, she peed right on the living room rug. Then peed in the kitchen, cause one place wasn’t enough for her!  My mom went to get a towel, but not for the pee, Little L had spilled some juice and she wanted to get it up before it dried. Meantime I stepped right in a small puddle and didn’t want to track it through the kitchen so I stopped and hollered for my husband. He came in laughing at the crazy mom trying to catch a naked baby. Then my mom goes to take the towel to the laundry room, I had to yell at her to bring it to me so I could mop up the pee puddles. Jeesh!  My hubby got the diaper on her, then she took it off again. Right in front of him, too. We both wrestled it back on and I put her on some shorts, so she couldn’t get to the diaper. I can definitely wait till she learns to take off the clothes by herself!!

Whew! We made it to bath time. Which soon after that comes bed time. I was most certainly ready for some quiet time…Little L had other plans. She stayed awake a whole extra hour. Me begging her the whole time, to close them eyes, girly. Give your poor mom a break. She finally gave in and I finally got some peace. The laptop started working just fine. Don’t know what that whole deal was about, but I could have lived without it.

I am very happy that Little L is so active and playful. She lights up my world when she smiles. I miss my oldest being that little. She was quieter though at that age. She didn’t start terrorizing me until around age 3. If I could cast a spell I would make her little again…but not little enough to wear diapers. 🙂

Tomorrow we are going on a field trip to the zoo. Can’t wait! Yeah!!

Cheeto Baby

Posted: September 26, 2014 in Daughter, funny, girls, kids, toddlers, Uncategorized
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So why is it that I can’t go one simple measly day without looking like a total slob?? Oh yea, that’s right, I have a 15 month old!

I put on a clean shirt and Wham! in no time I have a cheesy cheeto baby hand print right across my left boob and I didn’t even realize it until I am in the middle of picking up some things at the grocery store. I look down and I am like WTH is that on my shirt!  Happened again today,  was sharing  a few cheesy chips with the kid and she is happily sitting beside me munching away.  As she goes to get down, she reaches out for help. Before I knew what she is doing, I look down and she has a tight grip with those sticky, cheesy tiny fingers right in the middle of my freshly washed shirt. She got me again! I thought. No winning…there is just No. Winning. (Shaking my head.)

No matter how hard I try to keep little miss from getting me dirty, it still happens. It is inevitable. I do understand and I should just get over it, right? Nope, I still can’t stand the fact that is was a clean shirt!!

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Here is the sitch. My 10 year old turns 11 next month. She is all excited about officially becoming a tween. She has talked about a couple of things that she would like to have as presents. She found  Minecraft books in Kmart that she said she couldn’t live without, but also said if she didn’t get them for her birthday, she could wait til Christmas. One thing that she doesn’t want to wait for and she talks about Every. Minute. Of. Every. Day. is…the band,  5 Seconds of Summer, coming here to Arizona.  She wants to go soooooo bad. She knows all their names and talks about how cute they are. Don’t you just love it!

I remember being her age and getting the teen beat magazines. Wait, I didn’t start that stuff till I was like 13, when “tween” wasn’t even heard of. You were a teenager when you turned 13, not before. There was no neat, cutesy name for being 11 and 12. You were still a kid, doing kid things, not swooning over boy bands. But I did go to concerts when I was 10. My mom would take me with her to see Conway Twitty, Kenny Rogers, Dolly Parton…all the Country music greats. I am glad I went, but when I reached 13, I didn’t want to go to that kind of concert anymore. I found Rock n Roll! I have to say I was lucky, my mom liked it too. She even changed the radio station in her car to the FM stations. It never went back to AM. Yes, I have had my share of concerts. From Kiss, Robert Plant, Tina Turner, Journey…I saw some great bands.

Now back to my story here about my 10, soon to be 11 year old. I don’t want to take her! There, I said it. I wouldn’t say it to her face though. I am not that brave! I get the fact that she really, really wants to go. As her mother, I should be willing to take her. The concert is being held outside, and the place its at is over 30 minute away. Even though we have lived here a year and a half, I don’t even know my way around that well. I have tried to tell her this. I hate driving and that is just too damn far for my taste. I don’t like being out of my comfort zone. I try to explain to her, that since we only have 1 car, and if something would happen, her daddy wouldn’t be able to get to us. She suggested that he drive us and then drive all the way back to pick us up. That’s not going to work either. For one, he would have to drag Little L around to do this. Two, that’s a lot of driving!

This morning she informed me that we needed at least 150 dollars for the concert. So I am thinking, ok why so much, sure she would want a t-shirt or poster or something, but $150. I asked why and she said it was for the tickets. Two seats in section 201 was $70 whopping bucks apiece. I about spilled my breakfast onto the floor. Now I know I was a kid when I went to concerts, but I know for a fact that no way did my mom spend that much on 2 tickets. No sirree!  That makes another strike against this trip. I would rather spend that kind of money on stuff that she needs, like clothes for the cooler weather.

Apart of me does feel bad for feeling this way. I want my girl to be happy. But as her mother, I just feel like it is definitely something she could live without at this moment in her young life. Well, that’s my dilemma. I know it’s not that big of deal to most, but I don’t want to break her little tween heart. Oh what to do?!

I just love starting the day out with baby giggles. To hear them makes me smile from ear to ear. That is how today started. Little L is officially 15 months old! I watch this baby girl grow and learn everyday. It’s just amazing!!  Two days ago, we turned her crib into a toddler bed. I know, most don’t do this until the kid is at least 2 or so. But Little L never sleeps in her crib anymore. She is always, ALWAYS, in the bed with us. Even when I try to move her I may get an hour or two tops before she wakes up and cries. Because I am weak, and of course, the lack of sleep, I give in, and put her back in with us. She used to sleep in her crib through the night, but she came down with a head cold in the spring and then some teething went on…so you get the picture.  (Yea yea, excuses, excuses!)

When daddy took off that front side, and lowered the mattress all the way down, the fun was on. She had a blast going up and down and playing on the bed. We also got some great pics of her sweet smiles.

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Even big sis joined in on the fun and crawled in the crib with her. I don’t know how, with her long legs, but she did it.

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She hasn’t slept in her bed as of yet. We just want her to get used to it, and hoping one day, she just lies down and goes to sleep. Probably wishful thinking, but dreamers can dream, right?!

Yesterday morning, when she woke up the first thing she did, after making sure I was awake, was head right to the new toy bed. Then I heard the giggles. So sweet!! A little bit later, big sis came in and then there were more giggles. I tell ya, these two together are so cute!

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The giggles continued throughout the day. They had a game last night of Little L sitting on the bed, looking at a book. Then big sis would throw the blanket at her. She, of course, would laugh like crazy and get down, give her sister back the blanket, crawl back onto the bed and continue “reading”. Too funny. I tried to get some pics of this, but Little L saw the camera and forgot about the game and wanted it instead. Can’t wait to see what else these two come up with!

 

 

Now if you are like me, you are asking yourself what the hell is the ‘C’ word??  We  were living in Washington state and my daughter, was around 6, maybe close to 7. We had stopped to get some gas so we could go into town for awhile. My girl and I went in to pay while daddy stayed out to pump the gas. We were walking back to the car, when she asks this question, “Mommy, can I say the ‘C’ word? I know I just stared at her, wondering what this mysterious word was. The ‘C’ word, I thought, I know the ‘F’ word, the ‘D’ word, the ‘H’ world, but OMG I do not know this ‘C’ word. I gave in after a few seconds of scanning the cuss word file in my head and said, “Honey, what word is the ‘C’ word, exactly?” She gets really close and says, “Crap.”  Oh thank God, I thought. I started laughing and looked up to see that her daddy was finishing. I said, “Sure, as long as you don’t let your daddy hear you.” Then she leaned in close again and in this tiny little whispering voice, she says it. “Crap, crap, crap, crap. crap!” It was so cute and sooooo funny that we both started laughing and climbed in the car. Daddy got in and asked us what was so funny. We just looked at each other and said “Nothing!” 🙂

For the Love of Bacon

Posted: September 14, 2014 in bacon, blog, Daughter, funny, girls, humor, kids, Uncategorized
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This morning the oldest comes out of her cave and sets down across from me while I was feeding Little L. We do our usual good mornings. Then she says, “I think I’ll skip breakfast today.” Oh really why?” I asked. “Just not that hungry.” *pause* I could tell she is thinking. “Unless we are having bacon. Then I want some, 2 pieces, no make it 3!” She added with a gleam in her eye. “You can have 2, save some for someone else.” I said, laughing. She headed back to her cave.

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As I was making the bacon, she made her usual pass through. “I smell bacon!” She sang, smiling at me. “Yep, its cooking.” I smiled back. She headed back to her cave again. I had just put the bacon on the plate, when I heard her door open. It was like she had ESB, Extra Sensory Baconception. Her bacon sense must have been tingling! I smiled and said, “It’s done, but it’s hot!” Now she won’t pick up the first piece she comes too, NOOOO, she has to touch every single piece on the plate. I look at her and she says, “You know I only like the crispy ones.” I know kid, oh how I know. She gets her 2 pieces and  goes back to the cave.

When she comes back with an empty plate, I ask her, “You want some of daddy’s fried potatoes? They are done.” “Yep, I’ll take some.” So I put some on a plate and then she heads out. She comes back within minutes and says can I have a piece of toast. “Yes, honey, you can have a piece of toast.” By now, I’m thinking what the hell happened to no breakfast. She makes her toast and then goes back to her room. She once again emerges with an empty plate. I ask her, “Are you done now, are you full?” “Yep.” A few seconds later, “Is there any bacon left?” She asks wondering around the kitchen. “Nope, it’s gone.” I told her. “OK” she says. “You know I love bacon.”  Yes kid, I know! 😉

 

Tail waggin’

Posted: September 10, 2014 in Babies, Daughter, funny, girls, humor, kids, toddlers
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Watching Little L trying to get around the dog. She pushes on his side and he starts wagging his tail. Which in turn, starts hitting her in the face. I turned to the oldest and said, “I don’t know whether to feel sorry for her or laugh.”  We both laughed! Is that bad?

You know how the saying goes, “It’s all fun and games until someone gets poked in the eye!” And just like the title reads…it hurts and it hurts bad.

I was helping my oldest with her school work one morning and we were kinda goofing off, I have to say. When I leaned in at the same time she threw her arm up to put it around me. I saw her finger coming right towards my face and luckily ducked in time. We had a good laugh about it and went back to the lesson.

A few hours later, my hubby came in and we were in the kitchen talking about what went on that morning. He was standing at the sink getting ready to cut up a cantaloupe when Little L wanted to be picked up. I scooped her up, and continued talking with hubby. I then remembered the near miss that oldest and I had earlier that day. Right in the middle of the story, Little L started squirming and I turned to look at her, at the same time she flipped around and her tiny little baby finger poked me square in the left eye.

I immediately yelped and put her down. “She just poked me in the eye!” I stated, trying to hold back tears. My hubby said “Are you ok? Don’t cry.” Which was too late, I was in tears running to the bathroom. OMG I couldn’t believe how much it hurt. What the hell did that kid have on her finger? I got to the bathroom and washed it out. It was stinging like mad. After a bit more washing, it was starting to feel better and I could open it. All through the rest of the day, off and on, my eye would just pain. It felt like dirt had been thrown into it. I hadn’t felt anything like this since I got my Lasik back in 2007.

That night, my eye started watering. Just gushing water down my cheek. My hubby got me an ice cold wash rag and I had to hold it on my eye off and on for over 2 hours. I didn’t think I was ever going to get it to stop and go to sleep.  It got so bad, that I couldn’t even open it, unless I washed it out first with water. Then it started swelling. Oh yea, it swelled almost shut in like a few minutes. I finally fell asleep after 2 a.m. and I was dreading what it was going to look like in the morning.

When I got up, it was still swollen but not anymore then what it had that night. That was good, I thought. But, my plans for the day was to go grocery shopping. Joy! Someone is gonna think I got punched in the freaking eye! It watered on and off for a couple of hours then all of a sudden stopped. It was still puffy and red, but atleast I could see to drive. I went on to the store and no one asked what happened. Like they would believe your 13 month old did that much damage. My eye healed over the next day or so but I now I have a lovely twitch from time to time. My oldest pointed out that I have a vein that sticks out on my eyelid that was not there before.

So beware folks. Don’t let those cute little faces and sweet baby smiles fool ya. They can turn on you in a sec and then you too will have a poke in the ole eye! 😉

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Hand-me-down

A garment or other item that has been passed on from another person.

 

I dressed little L in her big sister’s hand-me-down dress today. It’s sleeveless, with dark pink, yellow and green flowers, so dainty looking. She is so adorable in it. Of course, I am a bit biased, being mommy and all! I got out my scrapbook that I have of her sister, and found the pictures I took so long ago. The pictures of my little T, dancing about the yard, one hot summer morning. We were staying at my mom’s house back in West Virginia that summer. We were on our way out west and wanted her to get to know her granddaughter before we left in the fall.

It is funny how when you get an image in your mind, a memory, if you will, of someone, then look at a picture and you realize that your memories were of what you wanted, not what you got. I remembered her smiling and dancing around, and I could have sworn she had a purse and sunglasses on. Oh yea, she did, but that was a different day, a different dress.  She was dancing in the pic, but not really smiling. I then  remembered it being so hot and humid that morning. She was patiently waiting on us to get ready to go shopping. I could see it in her eyes, she was not thrilled about the whole thing. Her face was much thinner then I remembered also. Little L’s face is rounder, but then I remember too, that Little L is only 14 and a half months old. Little T was atleast 20 months, maybe more. Oh gosh, Little L is wearing 18 months at 14 months, that’s not good, I thought. Little T was always taller then most so I always had to buy bigger with her, and still do.

I only kept a small amount of Little T’s baby clothes. I carried all them around for several years, and thought I would never  have another baby. (Well never say never!)  I gave away tons of clothes, some even had the tags still on them. I only kept what was really sentimental to me. When Little L was born, she was a summer baby, where Little T was a fall baby. I couldn’t bring L home in long sleeves, not here in the desert. Some of the outfits have worked out tho. I kept a handful of onesies that Little L still sleeps in at night. They are getting a little tight on her, but should last until fall finally hits here and we have to switch to long pants.

My big idea was to take some pictures of Little L today wearing that same pretty little dress. In my mind, I wanted her to dance around and be silly and laugh. I would just stand back and snap away. Little L had different plans. She needed a nap in a bad way, so no pictures of her smiling.  I would just have to wait till later, after her nap. I did get a few frowns and cries. She was trying to get my camera in most of them, as usual.

As I was putting Little L down for that much needed nap, I got to thinking how my mom never kept anything I wore when I was a toddler. Other then shoes. I found a couple of pairs not long ago, that she says my brothers and I both wore. But no outfits, no cute little dresses, no frilly little hats. This made me kinda sad, but at the same time I was happy that I did actually keep some things from Little T’s toddler days, and I will keep some things from Little L’s also. Hopefully they will cherish those items and let their baby’s wear those wonderful old hand-me-downs.

 

The Daily Post Daily Prompt: Hand-Me-Downs