Let the dog in!

We were in the bathroom multitasking, me brushing my teeth, her on the potty. Yes, a regular Norman Rockwell scene (now THAT’S what we want hanging on our wall!).
I finish brushing, take a sip of water and spit.
“Mommy, have you ever peed in a cup?”
“Yes,” I said finishing my last gulp. […]

transitive verb:
1. To dress up; to deck for show.
2. To dress or arrange oneself for show; to primp.
Prink is probably an alteration of prank, from Middle English pranken, “to show off,” perhaps from Middle Dutch pronken, “to adorn oneself,” and from Middle Low German prunken (from prank, “display”).

I don’t have a lot to say about […]

My fab nursing abilities apparently come with an expiration date…..
day 1: Oh, poor BAYYYYBY! Come to mommy! *hugs*
day 2: Still feeling bad? (hm, missing summer preschool morning session…oh well) Here, sit on my lap! Have a popsicle!
day 3: Hot forehead AGAIN?! Now, where’d I put that thermometer? Look, Daddy’s home from […]

Our crayon haggling took an unexpected turn.
While killing time on the ferry, she demanded I ASK MY BOSS about her low offer. Then she got impatient (ok, that’s NOT the unexpected part–she is mine) and decided to ask my boss HERSELF.
Finishing her little whispered “talk” with my imaginary boss, she declared my boss accepted […]

Here’s a story for Make Me Laugh Monday:
We were sitting outside, upstairs at the Seattle Aquarium’s cafe. (Good thing Kid picked the aquarium; we almost went here.)
Anyway, a sunny day, cool breeze, glistening waters of Puget Sound….an ahhhhh day we like to keep secret.
We had coloring books and crayons (Twistables–The Best) for when Kid […]

—practicing high fives too many times means she’ll slap me right in the face if I am busy on my Google Reader admiring her art work and don’t get my hand up;
—with only five minutes to chew gum on the way to preschool, she will make the most of her time and chew “Twinkle Twinkle […]

Just the usual bedtime chat this weekend:
“And so you came out of Grammy’s tummy?”
“Yup.”
“And I came out of YOUR tummy!”
“Right!”
“I was IN your tummy when you were in Grammy’s tummy?!”
“No. Later. I had to grow up and become a lady first (snickering not necessary). THEN I could have a baby.”
(we […]