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Saturday, April 21, 2012

As you wiiiiiiiiiiish...


Does anyone still check this? I'm sorry to have neglected this for so long. My nesting instinct is in full force, rivaled only by my desire to sleep. Contradictory? Perhaps. All that to say, with my free time divided equally between finishing projects and snoozing, I've had little time (energy? desire?) to post. With that, I give you an extremely random post about my princess...and Princess Bride. 
We are growing out Olivia's bangs. For a long time, I had them trimmed often and I loved the short bangs and the cropped hair which was pretty adorable.
But last summer, something in me felt the need to start growing them out - mostly because I thought with the rest of her hair so short, it would be easiest for her bangs to catch up at this stage. Also, two-year-olds look cuter with their longish-growing-out-bangs clipped back in a barrette than a seven-year-old does, in my opinion (the age I started growing them out).
When Pie wakes up in the morning, her bangs in her eyes make it impossible to see, or do anything, really. That means before we go downstairs to have breakfast or do anything, we throw on a headband or I pull her top half of hair back into a pony so that her bangs don't drag into her food. On a side note, the growing out thing is quite frustrating because all the little baby hairs under her long bangs are becoming thick enough to look like real bangs, which means even with the regular bangs are grown out, we'll be already working on growing out the next layer. Geesh. The other morning at breakfast, I was watching Olivia in her headband, long bangs flopping over it, blueberry syrup casting a mustache-like appearance, when I had the thought that she resembled someone other than herself. Then I realized who she reminded me of: Cary Elwes of Princess Bride! I snapped a few pictures and compared them with googled images of Princess Bride and, what do ya know, my far-out idea was confirmed! What do you think? Wesley?
      

Thursday, March 8, 2012

The other day after picking Olivia up from Auntie Nicki's after daycare, Pie and I had our usual chat about what she did that day -- who she played with, what they did, what she ate, if she was kind to others, etc. Then Olivia said, "Mom, I'm going to tell you something." I was anticipating some sort of confession.
"What? I like when you tell me things."
"I'm going to tell you something I did at Auntie Nicki's."
"Okay, you can tell me," as we pulled up to a red light.
"I'll tell you when the light changes green."
Whaaaat? "Okay, but it just turned red so it's going to be a while."
We sat through the entire light cycle. She said not a word. When I finally got the green arrow, she smiled and happily said, "I played downstairs with Anna. We played with dolls."
Wow. I'm glad she waited those three minutes to tell me...
Driving north on 169 the other day-
Olivia: I went there with Daddy yesterday!
Me: Where?
Olivia: That yellow place!
Me: Oh...McDonalds.

She used to know those famous golden arches...well, they were "Old McDonalds." I guess it's a good thing that she can't remember what that yellow place is called anymore.

Monday, February 27, 2012

Dinner last night:
Olivia: Mom! Look how big I am! (as she stretches her arms up over her head)
Me: Wow - you are getting big!
Olivia: When will I get little again?


Awww...I wish. <sigh>

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Fur

While eating dinner tonight, we were talking about polar bears - obviously. Isn't that part of everyone's dinner conversation? I told Olivia polar bears stay nice and warm because of their fur. Then I asked her what other animals had fur. Her answers in this order were:
1. Beavers
2. Wolves
3. Hedgehogs
I guess I was expecting dogs and cats, but having never asked this question before, how could I have guessed?

Thursday, February 16, 2012

More GF hilarity

The other day at Cub, Olivia pulled out another little funny about the realities of my gluten-free living.
At the end of the check-out line, there is a little metal shelf on which patrons place their shopping bags to load them up. Olivia loves to stand across from me on the other side of this loading zone and pretend that she is a shop-keeping/food service worker. It's just the right height for her to feel like she's standing at a counter. As I was loading the groceries on one side and she stood on the other, she asked, "Do you want to order something?" I told her I'd love some french fries. She replied, "Let me check on the computer" as she shifted her hands over to an imaginary keyboard and keyed in a few words. "Yep!" she replied. "They're gluten-free! You can have 'em!"
And then she proceeded to tell me the price was $300. I knew GF food was spendy, but...yikes!