Stall

Amongst the litany of stall tactics that Lola now employs at bedtime:
"I'm a little bit thirsty"
"I need to wash my hands"
"My teeth hurt"
"I need medicine"
"Have to go tee tee" (although she usually does - so we can't call her out on that one).


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Pop Six Squish ....

Reminded of the Cell Block Tango scene from the musical Chicago.


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Feelings

Conversation in the car today:
Lola: My head hurts
Me: (worried that something could be legitimately wrong - I try to get to the bottom of this).  I'm so sorry sweetie.  What kind of hurt is it?  Is it like a headache or does it feel like a boo boo?
Lola: It's my feelings
Me: What?
Lola: My feelings are hurt
Me: (Now my heart is breaking.  Her feelings are hurt?!? How did this happen? And who am I going to have to hunt down for hurting my sweet baby's feelings?!?) Oh no.  How did your feelings get hurt?
Lola: I fell down.

The New Feminism

Dr. Lola performing a check-up on her baby tiger while wearing her high heels. So progressive!



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The makings of a great day

Today, Lola was all smiles when I picked her up from school. I asked her how her day was and she threw her arms in the air and said "GREAT!". I asked why it was so great and she responded excitedly, "I got a cupcake and no one growled at me!" Sounds like a pretty great day to me, too.


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Conundrum

I am sitting in the lazy boy rocker with my adorable nephew asleep in my arms. (asleep, I should mention, after almost an hour of crying hysterically - something about our house which has completely thrown off his usual normal sleeping mojo). I'm so proud of myself that I still have what it takes to rock a baby to sleep. Although I haven't quite figured out how I'm going to transfer him to the crib - being as it is that my 34-week-pregnant-belly prevents me from even coming within 1 foot of the crib rail. Short of dropping him into the crib from a height of 3 feet above the mattress - I see few available options here.

Update: My mother in law rescued me and made the transition to the crib. All is well.

Cousins!

This picture might lead you to believe that the weekend was all kisses and family-bonding. Truth be told there were a fair share of personal space issues, but this moment really made it all worth it. Thanks for visiting us Cousin Ollie!! (and putting up with Lola's irrational fear of 1-year-olds).


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