Holiday Bargains

We were watching TV and a commercial came on for a large doll house with moving parts and electricity.

Lola: Can I have that?
Me: Maybe we can buy it for you for Hannukah.
Lola: Or maybe we can buy it for me for Halloween.
Me: Halloween isn't really a gift-giving holiday. We go trick-or-treating instead.
Lola: Well maybe I can get it instead of candy.

Interesting proposal. Although I'm not sure what led her to believe that these particular holiday traditions were up for debate.


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Confused

Just saw a commercial for "Words With Friends" the board game. What?? Isn't that called "Scrabble"? And hasn't it been around for about 80 years?

I feel like this is the equivalent of selling paper and pencil and calling it "Texting - the board game". Am I missing something?

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Sleeping Beauty

Allen doesn't love sleeping at night.  This is most likely because he LOVES sleeping during the day.  You say - "keep him up for longer stretches during the day and he'll sleep better at night".
I say - "Great plan.  Here's how it's going so far:"


Here I am bouncing him (almost violently) on my legs to keep him awake. 


I had to stop to take the picture . . . but here I am rubbing his hands, fists, face, and sternum to keep him wide eyed and alert.


Trying several techniques at once here - taking him outside into bright light, fresh air, and tickling/poking him. 


Laying him at awkward and seemingly uncomfortable angles.  Some say this one works like a charm. 


The baby book says sitting him upright will cause his eyes to just "pop open" like a baby doll.  Riiiight. 

Busy

2 kids are a lot of work. Not much time left for blog updates. Enjoy this in the meantime:



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Nothing weird about this

Just a girl. Sitting in an infant carrier. Playing the ukulele. And needing some privacy.



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Abracadabra

Not sure what to make of this.  It starts off very sweet and loving.  It shifts into some questionable magic.  It ends with parental intervention to minimize potential head injury.  

I'm just pickin out a boob

From a little while back . . . but I temporarily lost the video in internet-space. 

She had her back to me and was fiddling with these little puff balls for enough time to raise suspicion (and sense that whatever she was up to, it would be camera-worthy). I could have sworn that when I asked her what she was doing she said "I'm just pickin' out a boob," but I thought certainly that couldn't be right. . . until she got close enough and I realized her shirt was "stuffed." Oh dear.



My dad thinks this blog will be such a wonderful gift for Lola to look back on her childhood through my eyes. I think more likely I will have a libel suit on my hands.