Diva in Training

In clearing out the pictures on my phone - I found quite of few of these.  Mostly taken indoors.

I think she's trying to tell me something.

 

Lola set this up this scene. She put each of the people ("Mommy" "Daddy" and "Baby") in their respective chairs. Originally the baby was seated next to the Mommy. She took a step back, critiqued her handiwork, and then moved the baby to its current location. "Next to Daddy." She said it twice. To be sure I understood.

Witchy Woman

A few weeks ago, Lola insisted on picking out her own pants, socks, and shoes ... Which I'm usually fine with. Allow her to develop her own identity and foster independence and all that other good stuff. And I was equally fine with it that day, until I realized she looked like the spawn of the Wicked Witch of the West.

Haircut - Before, During, and After

BEFORE: In restrospect, she REALLY needed a haircut.

DURING: Saying goodbye to her baby-locks.  She was a little apprehensive, but she did great!

AFTER: Very pleased with her new bob. 

Facts

Fact 1: I am against bringing my daughter into bed with us if she cries in the middle of the night. I believe it creates bad habits and reinforces night waking.

Fact 2: I make poor decisions when I'm woken in the middle of the night.

Outcome: (taken by husband when he woke up for work)


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Open letter to Time4Toyz

Dear Time4Toyz,
Big fat fail on including the toy box cutters in your tool kit. Otherwise, great toy!



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Samson and Delilah

We did it.  The scraggly hair is gone and our baby girl has a cute little bob cut.  Upon the strong recommendation of several family members, we took Lola to get her very first haircut.  She was a bit apprehensive about the pre-cut wash, but by the time she got in the chair she was an angel.  She was intrigued by the whole thing and only got nervous when she couldn't find her own hands beneath the big smock (totally understandable).  I have much better shots on the real camera - but these two were from Roz's phone (The Barden's are in town, so Rivi was able to join us for the big event).  The second photo was taken when we got home.  She did not, in fact, take the power drill to the salon, although she has been carrying it around the house since receiving it as part of her Hanukkah present from the aunts on Wednesday night.  

Friday before Christmas in Greenville

Have been sitting on Woodruff Rd. for 20 minutes and can just now see the Target sign on the horizon. Perhaps my worst idea in many days.


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Kiss it

Lola's new phrase is "kiss it" - said after any sort of bodily injury takes place. A skinned knee, a bumped head, etc. Today she slipped and fell in the kitchen (sidebar: the cutest is that when she falls or gets scared, she sort of whimpers to herself "It's ok. It's ok."). So through the self-reassuring whimpers I ask her what hurts.
Lola: "kiss it"
Me: "where should I kiss it?"
Lola: "tush"


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In Training

What's that you say, doctor?  More blue surgical towels?  Got 'em!

Blue. Everywhere.

Whoever said that M&M's "melt in your mouth, not in your hands" had clearly never met a toddler with hoarding tendencies.


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Living Room

7:15 pm



8:15 pm



I'm still not sure why I insist on reclaiming my living room every night. It will return to its pre-8:00 state by 9 am tomorrow morning, but for a few brief hours (most of which I spend sleeping) my living room is mine again.

Just browsing

Sail magazine and LL Bean catalog respectively.



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More math problems

Lola got the most adorable book in the mail this week from our dear friends, the Moskowitz's. (thank you!!) As we turned the pages, we counted sea shells, pails, shovels, fish, and the legs on the octopus (or as Lola calls him, "funny opopus"). Or as I call him, "strange genetic mutation octopus". See why.


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