We finally made it to the pumpkin patch here in town to take some pictures of Makenzie in her costume. She will be a nurse this year--her great grandmother made the costume for her!
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Pumpkin Patch-Finally
We finally made it to the pumpkin patch here in town to take some pictures of Makenzie in her costume. She will be a nurse this year--her great grandmother made the costume for her!
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Because I want to remember...
Kenzie's favorite songs right now:
*Itsy Bitsy Spider
*Wheels on the Bus
*Clap Your Hands, Stomp Your Feet
*If You’re Happy and You Know it
*Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
*You are My Sunshine
*I Love You, Yes I Do
*Happy Birthday
*The ABC Song
*No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed
*Skinamarinky Dinky Dink
Skills mastered:
*Counting to 11
*ABC’s
*Identifying stars, circles and squares
Favorite activities:
*Dancing
*Singing and Music in general
*Playing with baby dolls
*Coloring
*Swinging and sliding
Favorite Color:
*still pink I'm afraid
*Itsy Bitsy Spider
*Wheels on the Bus
*Clap Your Hands, Stomp Your Feet
*If You’re Happy and You Know it
*Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
*You are My Sunshine
*I Love You, Yes I Do
*Happy Birthday
*The ABC Song
*No More Monkeys Jumping on the Bed
*Skinamarinky Dinky Dink
Skills mastered:
*Counting to 11
*ABC’s
*Identifying stars, circles and squares
Favorite activities:
*Dancing
*Singing and Music in general
*Playing with baby dolls
*Coloring
*Swinging and sliding
Favorite Color:
*still pink I'm afraid
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Personality Quirk
I recently took a personality test. Granted, it was on Facebook, but still. I’ve taken them in the past “for real” and gotten comparable results, so bear with me. So, back to my personality…..it said that I’m almost as neurotic as I am conscientious. Okay, if you know me well, is that a surprise at all?!
According to the ever popular Wikipedia, neurosis includes a whole slue of symptoms and behaviors, some of which aren’t so pleasant. But since it’s my blog, I’ll focus on the ones that aren’t so horrible and are evident in my every day life….vigilance, compulsive acts, repetitious thoughts, obsession, cynicism, dependency, perfectionism. Yea, and those are the “pleasant” ones! Yowza….am I a total nutcase or what?!
From what I’ve heard, I’ve been neurotic for as long as I’ve been on this earth, so it’s nothing new or surprising. For fear of sounding totally crazy, I won’t share with you all of my neurotic behaviors, but they’re there and they always have been. Some of them are downright annoying to me (and others who have to live with me I’m sure), but in my detail-oriented job, some of them actually serve me well so I won’t complain too much.
Anyway, I’ll get to the point of this post eventually…one of my neurotic behaviors as a small child was sleeping with my books. I slept in my parents’ bed til I was like 18 or something (kidding really, but I slept with them for entirely too long as a kid), and my mom would read me a book every night before bed. Then I would ask to sleep with it—seriously—and I even remember this. So I would go to sleep “cuddling” a book, not a plush cuddly bear, a book people. Strange!
Well last night, Makenzie brings me a book about Daniel and the lion’s den and asks me to read it. So I obliged and then told her it was time to lay down with Mommy and cuddle before bed. And then she did it….she asked to take the book with her to cuddle in bed. I turned on my heels and looked at her like I had surely misunderstood…”you want to what?” And she repeated….”I want to cuddle my book Mommy.”
I already had an inkling she had a little bit of this. She can’t stand being dirty and will emphatically ask to have her hands washed if there is a speck on them and she routinely asks to “touch” random things every night as her daddy carries her to bed (the light switch, the wall sconce etc etc). Oh good Lord, tell me this isn’t my genetic contribution to my sweet little girl. She’s a carbon copy of her daddy in every other way and I often wish out loud that she had something of “me” in her, but THIS is what she gets from me? Cruel, cruel irony I tell you.
According to the ever popular Wikipedia, neurosis includes a whole slue of symptoms and behaviors, some of which aren’t so pleasant. But since it’s my blog, I’ll focus on the ones that aren’t so horrible and are evident in my every day life….vigilance, compulsive acts, repetitious thoughts, obsession, cynicism, dependency, perfectionism. Yea, and those are the “pleasant” ones! Yowza….am I a total nutcase or what?!
From what I’ve heard, I’ve been neurotic for as long as I’ve been on this earth, so it’s nothing new or surprising. For fear of sounding totally crazy, I won’t share with you all of my neurotic behaviors, but they’re there and they always have been. Some of them are downright annoying to me (and others who have to live with me I’m sure), but in my detail-oriented job, some of them actually serve me well so I won’t complain too much.
Anyway, I’ll get to the point of this post eventually…one of my neurotic behaviors as a small child was sleeping with my books. I slept in my parents’ bed til I was like 18 or something (kidding really, but I slept with them for entirely too long as a kid), and my mom would read me a book every night before bed. Then I would ask to sleep with it—seriously—and I even remember this. So I would go to sleep “cuddling” a book, not a plush cuddly bear, a book people. Strange!
Well last night, Makenzie brings me a book about Daniel and the lion’s den and asks me to read it. So I obliged and then told her it was time to lay down with Mommy and cuddle before bed. And then she did it….she asked to take the book with her to cuddle in bed. I turned on my heels and looked at her like I had surely misunderstood…”you want to what?” And she repeated….”I want to cuddle my book Mommy.”
I already had an inkling she had a little bit of this. She can’t stand being dirty and will emphatically ask to have her hands washed if there is a speck on them and she routinely asks to “touch” random things every night as her daddy carries her to bed (the light switch, the wall sconce etc etc). Oh good Lord, tell me this isn’t my genetic contribution to my sweet little girl. She’s a carbon copy of her daddy in every other way and I often wish out loud that she had something of “me” in her, but THIS is what she gets from me? Cruel, cruel irony I tell you.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Sunday Afternoon
Today we enjoyed "Seussical, the Musical" as a fringe benefit of Daddy's J-O-B. We stopped by a friend's house on the way for some wonderful barbecue, cutting out early (hopefuly not rudely) to make it on time to Rudder Theatre.
On the way into Rudder Theatre at Cain Park.
It was really cute and Makenzie seemed to enjoy it. Her attention span lasted nearly the entire show, just waning at the end along with many of the other kiddos in the audience.
Once we got home, we spent some time outside enjoying the Texas fall weather.
On the way into Rudder Theatre at Cain Park.It was really cute and Makenzie seemed to enjoy it. Her attention span lasted nearly the entire show, just waning at the end along with many of the other kiddos in the audience.
Once we got home, we spent some time outside enjoying the Texas fall weather.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Give you one guess what the weather is like today....
Makenzie: “It’s waining Mommy.”
Me: “Yep, it sure is!”
Makenzie: “I gonna get wet Mommy.”
Me: “No, we’re gonna stay dry.”
Makenzie: “I want a wainbow Mommy.”
Me: “Do rainbows come after the rain?”
Makenzie: “Yep. I need a rella Mommy.”
Me: “You need a what?! Oh, an umbrella.”
Makenzie: “It waining hard Mommy.”
Me: “Yep, it sure is!”
Makenzie: “I gonna get wet Mommy.”
Me: “No, we’re gonna stay dry.”
Makenzie: “I want a wainbow Mommy.”
Me: “Do rainbows come after the rain?”
Makenzie: “Yep. I need a rella Mommy.”
Me: “You need a what?! Oh, an umbrella.”
Makenzie: “It waining hard Mommy.”
Monday, October 13, 2008
Not Me Monday!
1. I did not try 3 times last night in 10 minutes to capture my 2 1/2 year old's tantrums on video so I would have proof for our neighbors that she is not screaming bloody murder because we are torturing her.
2. I did not sit in front of my computer last night crying for an hour as I read this blog while my husband repeatedly asked "What's wrong?", "What are you reading that's making you cry?", etc etc.
3. I did not whip up a bowl of fake cookie dough and eat it while I sent my child to clean up her toys last night because I was having a MAJOR sugar craving.
4. My child did not have 2 tantrums this morning before we even made it out of the house because she didn't like what she was wearing and she wanted to exit the house via the front door rather than the garage door.
5. I did not skip breakfast this morning so that I can conserve my calories for dinner tonight because my husband is such a great cook.
6. I did not have a dream last night that my child wasnt' smart enough to take her first test in kindergarten and I did not wake up panicked that she isn't learning enough in preschool.
Swing by this blog to check out where Not Me Monday got its start.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
The Terrible Twos are Upon Us
Commons phrases I hear when I pick Makenzie up from school these days:
~"Makenzie didn't have on her listening ears today."
~"Makenzie was a little bossy with her friends today--telling them where to go, where to sit, what toys to play with."
~"Makenzie looked at me like I was crazy every time I told her to do something and then told me 'I don't have to!'"
I've always heard that 3 is worse than 2. We're smack dab in the middle right now, so I hope we make it over this mountain soon. God made her so stinkin' cute to protect her during these times--it's hard to punish them so severely when they're cute (well, some days that is).
~"Makenzie didn't have on her listening ears today."
~"Makenzie was a little bossy with her friends today--telling them where to go, where to sit, what toys to play with."
~"Makenzie looked at me like I was crazy every time I told her to do something and then told me 'I don't have to!'"
I've always heard that 3 is worse than 2. We're smack dab in the middle right now, so I hope we make it over this mountain soon. God made her so stinkin' cute to protect her during these times--it's hard to punish them so severely when they're cute (well, some days that is).
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