I want some pita

Quiz time-   What happens when a two year old falls asleep at five PM and despite your best efforts to wake her up and stuff food in her mouth, you finally give up and let her go to bed?

Answer-    You wake up at 1 AM to your daughter  bouncing around on the bed saying "mommy! i want some pita! (pizza)"               

quiz over.                

Anyway..   Im up at 1, sitting at the bar with Belle while she eats, and i thought it would be a great time to dedicate a post to Belle and the things i love about her.

I'll start with the obvious.   She is adorable from her little monkey toes  up past her dimples!

She is sitting next to me right now, determined to cut a roll with a fork all by herself. 
  
          She takes great joy in wallowing on the dog,  lavishing him in the attention i  dont have time to give him.

when it comes to looks, she is brutally honest.   e.g.- Mommy has pretty eyes.  daddy has stinky boobs..       

She can burst into song and/or dance anywhere!   It doesnt matter if we are in the store, the car, or a funeral.   If the mood strikes, dancing erupts!

She has no qualms about telling me if some food is nasty.  She eats almost everything, so on the rare occasion she says "mommy, this nassy"  I dont make her eat it.               

She is very enthusiastic about chores, and tries to elbow me out of the way so she can vaccum.   

Its hard to find anything in life more exciting than bubbles, kitties, dogs, ducks, fish, dolphins, elephants or birds.   

jammas are by far the most comfortable clothes on earth. if the mood strikes her during the day, she peels off clothes and replaces them with jammas.  And she doesnt care who might come over and see her in pjs.

I think if we all acted a little more like two year olds, we would be a lot happier..

I could keep going all night, but Belle is done with her food,  and she has just informed me that im writing a book.        off to bed we go!  (i hope)

six things

                        
1.    I found out that in my dear husbands deviant youth, he hugged a Mrs. clause yard ornament with his pants down and mooned innocent passersby who though they were only going to see pretty christmas decorations.


2.   While i was busy nursing the baby, Shiloh very quietly took a carton of eggs off the counter and decided to egg her bedroom floor.  


3. Had a great hot dog roast with husbands side of the family.  mostly talked about different funny occasions when we saw grandpa (now dead)   in bed with his girlfriend and/or naked.        Also heard recording of sister in law when she accidentaly got high on paint fumes and mistook a raccoon  for a giant white rabbit.

4.    The price of the house we're buying has dropped ten thousand dollars.


5.  Took the kids to Fall festival and had a BLAST!   they ate junk food, got scared of bunnies in the petting zoo, dipped candles  ect..

6.  finally trapped and relocated one of our many cat "friends"
(we have been finding people who want mousers and NOT friendly cats)

tutu years

I spend the majority of my time with two 2 year olds, my daughter Belle and her cousin susie.       As such, i am witness to some very interesting behavior.           
For example -  the four basic food groups are juice, katchup, bananas, and katchup.      Any food  from hot dogs to cucumbers can be rendered acceptable to the two yr old palate if their is katchup to dip it in.             

Last week i gave Belle mac and cheese (should be a favorite )  but she couldnt stand the taste of it.       
I walk into the kitchen to find her chowing down on previously icky mac and cheese, that she has poured dry cereal into and drizzled with honey.                   


Due to a strange set of circumstances that i wont get into right now, we have approx. 10 cats that live around our house.    The cats hate us and run at the sight of any member of our family.   That does not deter two year olds from spending atleast  half an hour a day looking out the window arguing over whos cat is whos.     

Despite having a real dog in the house to play with, they have a "window dog" .     The window dog belongs to the neighbors, and they spend another half hour calling out the window trying to get his attention.            


They both have  comfort items-  susie has jaggy(aka- jaguar) and a blanket,   Belle has bear and a blanket.            They compete for toys all day,  but never these.   
In fact,  if one sees the others toy lying around, they feel the need to rush it to the poor comfort itemless  toddler like theyre  running from a bull.      calvin (3 months) has a blanket and a paci that they both feel responsible for keeping within his grasp at all times.





Someone elses poopy diaper ALWAYS smells worse.

Whats mine is mine, until what you have looks like more fun.  Then you can have mine so you drop yours, making it mine.

                

                                                         From left- Susie, Calvin,Belle


Thats all for now, its naptime and i need to clean up tornado alley (my living room after being played in for 4 hours)             
                                                                        peace,gumdrops, and fluffy pink clouds.

                                                                                  Luna
                                                                                               

Plaid Pajamas

Every year when i was little, I  wanted plaid pajamas for christmas.      In my young mind, they would make everything picture perfect, like in movies when the kids come bounding down the stairs on christmas morning wearing adorable plaid pj's  and they rip open mounds of presents while the parents sit around in bathrobes smiling.          Sadly, the magical pj's just didnt do the trick for me.    Instead,  my sister and i sat around a scraggly tree (with christmas lights that played the most obnoxious christmas music know to man)  and opened presents while my dad sat on the couch brooding about how much the presents cost, with spurts of making sure the home video clearly  stated that he liked me sooo much more than Lucy (fake name for sister).    Mom hovers nearby, trying to be enthused about christmas but you can tell she knows just how depressing this scene really is.                      That is my past, in a nutshell.   Ive come a LONG way from that, with many stupid mistakes and bad choices along the way.
This  isnt going to be about that.           I am 23 years old,   I have had my dream job as an assistant naturalist in a very popular state park, which i gave up almost three years ago to take care of my other dream job, being a mommy.           I am married to my best friend  and we have two of the most awsome  kids ever!             We are In the process of buying our first house(yay we're all grown up!).     I begin my blog with the proud announcement that I have found my magical pajamas!!!