How good is it when you can't remember your password and then you try the same password with a different email account and it lets you in?
Best!
Another exciting moment happened to me the other day. I had to change my password at work, which means symbols and caps and numbers and letters, all together, or not and not this, but you need that.
Get ready for this.
I changed it successfully on the first try.
My poor doggie broke his ankle.
He spent some time at Tufts and is finally back home, limping away with a huge bandage and shaved parts everywhere, due to a bone graft.
This weekend...
awakened by an owl hooting and stacked wood.
country girl!
oh and I can't forget the disco dance party in the living room.
This weekend...
awakened by an owl hooting and stacked wood.
country girl!
Direct quotes from Thomas.
Today was my 4th best day!
I watched Charlie Brown on Daddy's computer. My second favorite part was climbing up a pile of wood. My third best part was Julia giving me the lion. My fourth best part was getting my new pajamas. And going on my hike! And seeing the deer in the back woods.
Mama, write down this joke: What did the coach of our team say when they were going to play football in the woods?
HIKE!
Christmas, 2011. "I got what I wanted...Panda Village." Opening presents, being with my family and eating cake. My favorite part was being together.
Who goes hiking when it's 11 degrees outside?
Thomas and I do, that's who!
We seriously put a piece of yarn around Thomas' tooth, tied it to a door and slammed the door and it came out on the second try.
The tooth fairy will have to try to top the $1 bill she left him on the first tooth he lost. It was shaped like a house!
What will she do tonight? And how does the tooth fairy learn to fold money like that? I'm guessing youtube.
Reading a review on Amazon.com
The post says "Customers don't think this post adds to the discussion. Show post anyway."
Um, hell yeah, I'm clicking on that.
I want to be a cell phone tester. Wouldn't that be fun?
Thomas and I were having a conversation in the car...
Basically he summed up life by saying this:
First you go to college, then you get married, then you buy a house, then you have babies, then you die.
My Wii Fit is an asshole.
Thomas, 8 a.m.: Can I watch tv?
Mama: No! Watching tv all the time is not good for you. It rots your brain. It’s like eating cookies all the time, it’s not good for you.
Thomas: Can I have cookies?
Why do most single lighting fixtures look like nipples?
Julia, showing her dollies: This is Pinkpink and Purplepurple, her sister. They are so tall. Blueblue, their brother died.
Oh Roomba I'm never going to let you go.
I am especially impressed with the way you just untangled yourself from the Christmas tree skirt before it turned into a bad situation.
Knowing when to get away is half the battle, Roomba. You're so smart.
Mama: Julia, go to bed.
Julia: But Mama, I wanted a huggie.
Mama puts her back to bed.
10 minutes later:
Julia: Mama, I didn't want my fishies on.
Mama: Then turn them off.
Julia: I can't reach.
Mama: OK, I'll show you.
teaches Julia how to turn off her fishies
Julia, flicking the light switch on and off: Mama, isn't this cool? On, off. On, off. On, off.
Mama: Yes, Julia, so cool. Now go to bed.
Julia: Otay.
...
10 minutes later.
Julia, creeping into the room I'm in: Mama, I heard a huge noise in my room.
Mama: OK, I'll come up with you.
Julia: My sponge bob light isn't on! MAMA! That wasn't nice of you.
Mama: OK, let's put it back on. You want your Christmas lullabies on?
Julia: Yes.
Mama: OK, here's your doll. What's her name, Licklick?
Julia: MAMA! THAT IS NOT HER NAME.
Mama: OK, sorry. What's her name, Toottoot?
Julia: Yes, Toottoot.
20 minutes or so later...
John comes home and rounds the corner. Finds Julia playing in the hallway around the corner from where I'm on the computer. Puts her back to bed.
20 minutes after that.
An angry 3-year-old comes downstairs: You gave me too many blankets. I only want my rainbow blankie and my butterfly blankie. You gave me too many. At the other house, I never had too many.
This little 3-year-old knows all the tricks to avoid bedtime, including:
I'm scared!
I need more kisses (that one works wonders).
My pinkie hurts.
My pajamas are too small.
I have to go potty.
I'm hungry.
I'm thirsty.
I have to tell Daddy something.
Wanders in with a Minnie Mouse polka dotted baseball hat and her Calvin Klein cloud pajamas and tells me she wants a huggie.
This has all seriously happened tonight. And I just looked over and she's standing at my bed. I'm chewing bubble yum and blowing bubbles and she has her finger in front of my mouth because she knows bubbles are in the future.
I need to watch some back episodes of Supernanny, we'll have this girl sleeping through the night again in no time.
Mama: Give me a J!
Julia: J!
Mama: Give me a U!
Julia: U!
Mama: Give me an L!
Julia: L!
Mama: Give me an I!
Julia: I!
Mama: What does it spell?
Julia: PAJAMMIES!
Contents of the left pocket of my powder blue sweatshirt include:
-1 red headband
-3 barrettes consisting of 1 dark pink butterfly, 1 light pink ribbon and one blue barrette with a teddy bear
-an acorn cap
This was the best Christmas ever!
Hot dog!
Wrapping (with a w) is not my strong point.
These short winter days allow us to see the sunrise and the sunset.
Julia just asked me: "Mama, will you go fetch my reindeer?"
Julia was delighted when she found her jingle bells in a box of her stuff this morning.
Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer is playing and she just asked me to pause it so she could go get her jingle bells.
She melts me.
For some reason, she has taken a liking to telling me when she sees a man that is bald.
"Mama! I see a bald man," she tells me every now and then.
I am to the point now where I can nip it in the bud before she says it. My motherly instinct tells me before she says it. "Mama," she'll say, when a bald or balding man walks by.
"I know, Julia. I know what you see."
tired, tired so so tired.
too much going on!
Put the dogs into their area today.
Before I had a chance to tie them up, ZOOM, they both took off running. I couldn't figure out what was happening, until I saw flashes of white zipping through the woods.
They were on a mad chase after four white tailed deer.
Once I got them inside, I looked out a window and saw the neighbor's cows.
We're not in Cranston anymore, that's for sure.
Last year TJ wrote a note to Santa saying "Surprise me, Santa."
This year, he didn't write a note, but he did ask in person for Panda Village.
He also asked for a bell (inspired by the Polar Express book). He also may or may not have mentioned a nutcracker.
Julia wants a pink cat and a snow globe.
See why I love them?
-Nothing says holiday like a nutcracker.
From a website (where, incidentally, I was looking at nutcrackers).
I don't have time to be sick.
Boo.
God bless the person who decided that drinking tea would be a good thing.
We're country folk now!
I have many strong points.
Packing is definitely not one of the higher ranking ones.
Had a conversation in the car on the way home from school.
Turns out Julia is excited for Chanukah and TJ believes in both Jesus and Santa.
Julia, a few weeks ago: I want to donate the crying baby. She hates me.
Julia, today, as I found Pink Pink, her baby doll (in a pink pumpkin): I want to keep that baby. Pink Pink loves me.
Hello, Chocolate Brown boots.
Retiring one of my favorite skirts. It was getting old and threadbare.
Ann Taylor.
Olive green with embroidered flowers at the bottom.
Was good to me all these years.
You will never be replaced, Skirt.
Julia is so stinking cute. She drinks out of a regular glass and it encircles almost her entire beautiful little face.
Julia: You're chocolate and I'm cookie.
Mama: Hahah
Julia: It is not a joke.
I find it pretty badass that when I threaten to take away books as punishment from Thomas and Julia, it totally works.