Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Wordless Wednesday
A picture-filled week. Lots of funny outfit choices, a new big girl bed, and a Sleeping Beauty with her Prince Charming.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Thank you
Today marks a momentous blog day for me. It's not a day I've been actively striving for, but it still feels great to achieve it regardless.
Today, I have my 50th follower! Yay!
I know I have anonymous readers who aren't "technically" followers so I may have "technically" reached this milestone a long time ago. But that doesn't make this moment any less stupendous.
So thank you, readers. Thank you for continuing to come back for more and more of my random musings. I know I've been sporadic in my blogging the last few months, but I have lots of good fuel for blogging that's just burning to be written. I've just got to wait for the right moment to unload it.
Yay!
Today, I have my 50th follower! Yay!
I know I have anonymous readers who aren't "technically" followers so I may have "technically" reached this milestone a long time ago. But that doesn't make this moment any less stupendous.
So thank you, readers. Thank you for continuing to come back for more and more of my random musings. I know I've been sporadic in my blogging the last few months, but I have lots of good fuel for blogging that's just burning to be written. I've just got to wait for the right moment to unload it.
Yay!
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
The Genealogy Obsessed Toddler
Evie is obsessed with relationships. I'm not sure if this is a natural thing for a three year old or not, but it's the norm in my house.
My brother and sister-in-law are expecting another daughter any day now (honestly, she's late. and she's driving her mom crazy. poor Chrystal!), and ever since Evie saw a picture of Chrystal's increasing stomach, she's been obsessed.
Evie talks about "babies in bellies" all the time. At first, she was confused because she thought the belly picture was not of a belly at all, but of a butt. I don't think she's ever seen a pregnant belly in real life, and was very thrown by it. She's all, "You are mistaken, my crazy mommy. Bellies don't protrude from the body...butts do. Silly mommy." Thus, she referred to her new cousin being carried around in a belly-butt for a few weeks.
She finally caught on that babies come from bellies, not butts. And now she's obsessed with who came from who's belly. She knows she came from mine. In fact, if she's being naughty and I put her on time-out, she'll ask me if there's a different Evie in my belly...a happy one. I'm not sure if she wants to trade places with said baby or is just offering me an alternative to her naughtiness, but it's hilarious nonetheless.
And she asks constantly if I have a baby in my belly. She really wants a sister (not a brother. I've asked), and she thinks she'll have one in "two days". Because everything happens in two days in her world. Either that, or two seconds. But apparently even a three year old knows it takes longer than two seconds to produce a baby.
Not only does she know that she came from my belly, but she knows that I came from Grandma's. And all of her friends came from their mommies bellies. And when they are ready to be born, the babies just jump out. That's what she told me, and I'm not correcting her. I'm no where near ready to touch that subject.
Beyond what bellies what person came from, Evie is obsessed with all different kinds of relationships, and what we call people. She knows that I'm not only Mommy, but Sammie. That Grandma is my Mommy. She knows that Daddy is Michael. She knows he's my husband, and I'm his wife. She knows about aunts and uncles and cousins, and can assign some of them their titles (there are a lot of them. even I get confused sometimes.)
Not only does she know all of this, but she tells me about twelve hundred times a day. In case I forgot or something. If I ever forget who my husband is, she'll be sure to help me out. Or if I'm not sure what she's allowed to call me versus what other people call me, she'll inform me on that too.
I'm glad she's a bright little kid. I'm just not sure where this obsession came from. Or where she learned all of her information (the husband/wife thing still stumps me). Or most importantly? When she'll move on to something new. There's only some much genealogy I can take.
My brother and sister-in-law are expecting another daughter any day now (honestly, she's late. and she's driving her mom crazy. poor Chrystal!), and ever since Evie saw a picture of Chrystal's increasing stomach, she's been obsessed.
Evie talks about "babies in bellies" all the time. At first, she was confused because she thought the belly picture was not of a belly at all, but of a butt. I don't think she's ever seen a pregnant belly in real life, and was very thrown by it. She's all, "You are mistaken, my crazy mommy. Bellies don't protrude from the body...butts do. Silly mommy." Thus, she referred to her new cousin being carried around in a belly-butt for a few weeks.
She finally caught on that babies come from bellies, not butts. And now she's obsessed with who came from who's belly. She knows she came from mine. In fact, if she's being naughty and I put her on time-out, she'll ask me if there's a different Evie in my belly...a happy one. I'm not sure if she wants to trade places with said baby or is just offering me an alternative to her naughtiness, but it's hilarious nonetheless.
And she asks constantly if I have a baby in my belly. She really wants a sister (not a brother. I've asked), and she thinks she'll have one in "two days". Because everything happens in two days in her world. Either that, or two seconds. But apparently even a three year old knows it takes longer than two seconds to produce a baby.
Not only does she know that she came from my belly, but she knows that I came from Grandma's. And all of her friends came from their mommies bellies. And when they are ready to be born, the babies just jump out. That's what she told me, and I'm not correcting her. I'm no where near ready to touch that subject.
Beyond what bellies what person came from, Evie is obsessed with all different kinds of relationships, and what we call people. She knows that I'm not only Mommy, but Sammie. That Grandma is my Mommy. She knows that Daddy is Michael. She knows he's my husband, and I'm his wife. She knows about aunts and uncles and cousins, and can assign some of them their titles (there are a lot of them. even I get confused sometimes.)
Not only does she know all of this, but she tells me about twelve hundred times a day. In case I forgot or something. If I ever forget who my husband is, she'll be sure to help me out. Or if I'm not sure what she's allowed to call me versus what other people call me, she'll inform me on that too.
I'm glad she's a bright little kid. I'm just not sure where this obsession came from. Or where she learned all of her information (the husband/wife thing still stumps me). Or most importantly? When she'll move on to something new. There's only some much genealogy I can take.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Confusing Disney Trend
Have you ever noticed that in most Disney movies, the main character is either an orphan or only has one parent? What is up with that?
We watch a lot of Disney movies around here because a) we have a three year old b) we are both kids at heart and love animated films and c) Michael never saw most of them growing up so I'm trying to educate him on all things Disney.
While watching these movies, I started to notice a trend. When I sat down and really thought about it, I was astounded that I had never picked up on it before. It's prevalent in Disney princess movies, but is present elsewhere also.
Cinderella and Snow White only have step-mothers. Jasmine, Belle, Ariel, Pocahontas, Bambi, Mulan and Pinocchio have only their fathers. Tatiana, Simba, Andy, and Thumbelina have only their mothers. Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel still has both parents, but they were forced to live somewhere else growing up without them. Anastasia and Lilo are both orphans.
Sometimes the parent dies towards the beginning of the movie which I especially hate. I think it's important that children learn about death, but I loath when movies make me cry. Especially movies made for children--I feel like a big baby when that happens.
I know life isn't all rainbows and puppies, but why can't Disney characters grow up within a nuclear family once in awhile? Families these days are varied and diverse, that's true, but unless their is a parent-related pandemic out there, I don't think this accurately reflects our society.
This may be the most random post on the planet, but I'm just stumped.
We watch a lot of Disney movies around here because a) we have a three year old b) we are both kids at heart and love animated films and c) Michael never saw most of them growing up so I'm trying to educate him on all things Disney.
While watching these movies, I started to notice a trend. When I sat down and really thought about it, I was astounded that I had never picked up on it before. It's prevalent in Disney princess movies, but is present elsewhere also.
Cinderella and Snow White only have step-mothers. Jasmine, Belle, Ariel, Pocahontas, Bambi, Mulan and Pinocchio have only their fathers. Tatiana, Simba, Andy, and Thumbelina have only their mothers. Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel still has both parents, but they were forced to live somewhere else growing up without them. Anastasia and Lilo are both orphans.
Sometimes the parent dies towards the beginning of the movie which I especially hate. I think it's important that children learn about death, but I loath when movies make me cry. Especially movies made for children--I feel like a big baby when that happens.
I know life isn't all rainbows and puppies, but why can't Disney characters grow up within a nuclear family once in awhile? Families these days are varied and diverse, that's true, but unless their is a parent-related pandemic out there, I don't think this accurately reflects our society.
This may be the most random post on the planet, but I'm just stumped.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
(Almost) Wordless Wednesday
It's been a few weeks since I've participated in Wordless Wednesday. As you can see, Evie has a style all her own.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Worst Blogger Ever
Oh my goodness. I am the worst blogger ever! It's been two whole weeks since I last posted something. I'm going to blame it on the end of winter and the fact that I've been trying to spend more time during the day playing with Evie.
We're going to pretend I haven't just been super lazy lately. Because that's probably closer to the truth. But I've had a lot on my mind, and I'll be sharing some of what that's been soon.
I've been focusing on my book again which has jump-started my creative juices. I'm getting so close to finishing it, and I'm so excited! This book has been in the works now for almost two years, and it's aggravating that I can't ever seem to find both the time and energy to finish it.
But it's almost done, and then it will be editing and revising time. I don't think that part will be nearly as hard because it will just be tweaking and adding to what I already have instead of starting from scratch. Writing a novel is hard work!
So I'm back. And I plan to stay back. Hopefully. Maybe.
We're going to pretend I haven't just been super lazy lately. Because that's probably closer to the truth. But I've had a lot on my mind, and I'll be sharing some of what that's been soon.
I've been focusing on my book again which has jump-started my creative juices. I'm getting so close to finishing it, and I'm so excited! This book has been in the works now for almost two years, and it's aggravating that I can't ever seem to find both the time and energy to finish it.
But it's almost done, and then it will be editing and revising time. I don't think that part will be nearly as hard because it will just be tweaking and adding to what I already have instead of starting from scratch. Writing a novel is hard work!
So I'm back. And I plan to stay back. Hopefully. Maybe.
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