Wednesday, December 24, 2008

Multitasking

Making Dinner. Talking on the phone.

Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Pastimes - New and Old

Often my no's to the baby are very exaggerated. Like when she wants to walk around with a glass of grape juice I give her a very animated "Noooooo!" I shouldn't be surprised that she's picked it up and delivers it in the same obnoxious way I do it- face included.



Walking around collecting things. In her shirt.

Redemption




Eric's mother made Danica a frog hat. It is freaking adorable. We've only worn it out a couple times and it practically stops traffic with all the attention it gets. This could be the start of something.

Snow




Check out the snow we could see from our backyard last week.

Monday, December 15, 2008

10 More Days to Go


Here's Danica figuring out which present she is going to destroy first. I'm pressing my luck but I'm really going to teach her to leave them alone. So far, she's doing well.
Yes, we have a tree. I know, so against everything I have stood for for so long. It's amazing how quickly my convictions take a back seat to my kid's enjoyment. Eric and I loved the trees and presents as kids. How can we not give her the experience?

Escort Barbie


I would never actually buy my kid a Barbie of course, but she did get a little one in her Happy Meal once and I thought, "What the hell?" and let her keep it. She was holding it at dinner last week and I really took a good look at it. Since when did they make Coke Whore Barbie? Does this doll not look like she'd show up at your hotel room one night still sniffling from the blow she just did in the car on the way there? Not that I would pass judgment on the way a person chooses to make a living or self medicate, but this doll went into the trash as soon as the picture was taken.

On the plate- veggie patty, corn, cheddar broccoli rice. Almost none of it eaten. I make a dinner for Danica every night that I hope she'll eat and it's anyone's guess if she'll even touch it. She takes after her father. Picky eaters. I don't understand them. Not hungry? What does that even mean?!?