1. Sleeping in until 8:30 for the first time in 2 years and 4 months.
2. Getting a new book!
3. Teaching my little brother how to chop an onion and make pasta salad for Mom’s Mother’s Day dinner.
4. M&M cookie ice cream sundaes.
5. Watching Daddy mow the lawn.
6. Hanging out with the best kid ever. You know, the one that used to be a little tiny baby:
Happy Mudders Day!
Lately Nora has taken to wearing my shoes. My black and white polka dotted heels to be exact. Add that to the fact that she insists on having all of my bags from the “makeup store” (Sephora) and she’s shaping up to be quite the girly girl. Most unlike her mother.
My favorite thing about her wearing these shoes is that they are more than double the length of her feet! Yet she walks in them better than some women I’ve seen.
Carrying around her bounty (crayons, actually) from Sephora.
If nothing else she’s learning how to scowl like me. At least I’ve given her that. It will no doubt come in handy one day when she has a husband of her own.
It amazes the shit out of me that she’s turning into such a…person. She’s no longer a baby, and barely a toddler. She speaks English and Spanish. She brushes her teeth. She goes potty and wears big girl underwear. But sometimes she still snuggles while we read books and she’s suddenly quite dependent on her blankie. So there are a few reminders that she’s still my baby.
I’m glad she’s a happy kid.
I wore a pair of socks home from the gym that I found on the locker room floor. They looked (and smelled) clean. I think that this is behavior I should expect from my husband, not myself.
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When people say, “I’m mostly vegetarian,” I want to laugh…but I don’t want them to think I’m a snooty vegan. But come on, you’re mostly vegetarian?? Like except for when you eat chicken and beef?
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I like it when we run out of toilet paper and my mom picks some up while she’s at Walmart with Nora. She always buys the 20 pack of Charmin and not the one-ply bargain bin rolls that we usually get.
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One does not, “go off the diet for a special ocassion,” when the diet in question is veganism. It’s not about it being a diet…it’s about not eating animal flesh. I’m not gonna “make an exception” and eat chicken for dinner.
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Feeding my daughter a vegetarian diet does not qualify as “improper feeding habits”…no matter what the government of the state of Ohio says. You’d be hard-pressed to find a kid that eats as well as she does.
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Why do kids’ vitamins have fish in them? When reading the ingredients list looking for gelatin (note: I could not find one single vitamin that did not contain gelatin), I was shocked (and slightly disgusted) to find that a lot of them contained fish. Specifically tuna. What place does tuna have in a fruity flavored kids’ vitamin? Blech.
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When I was making cookies eariler this week I noticed that Nora had become pretty quiet. I looked over just in time to catch her exiting a new hiding spot. After running to get the camera I captured the following:
I’m glad that cleaning out that cabinet has brought her so much joy…
Our first major snow. Nora was more interested in the eating of the snow than the playing in the snow. And while the idea of a snowman sounded good she was less interested when she found out that it would require her to actually stand in the snow.
The next day we went sledding with my parents. Dad was the head spectator along with being the sled loader-upper…and the pushing to get us started down the hill guy. Mom went with us a few times. I stuck it out for one extra trip down the hill with Nora. Climbing back up, as everyone knows, was a bitch. For me and Mom. Nora rode on the sled on the way up and on the way down. A good time was had by all. The official number of times we went down the hill was three. Future sledding excursions will include bringing Uncle Kyle and a few of his teenage friends to pull Nora back up the hill. Plus they could be in charge of the oxygen tanks for the rest of us old MoFos. I have no photographic evidence because (like a horrible camera owner), I forgot to charge the battery. Trust me when I say it was fun.
A Guinea Named Oinky
and his friend Ketchup
Nora named them. She loves to watch them eat their hay and feed them wood chew sticks. We are hoping that making her feed them and help take care of them will teach her some responsibility. So far she thinks it’s the coolest thing. I hope she feels the same way five years from now when she’s still having to feed and take care of them everyday. They’re good little pets although they sure can squeal. At everything. Like the folding up of a grocery bag. Or the swish swish of my nylon exercise pants. Or the moving of a bread wrapper. Pretty much anything that sounds like a food bag. Or a bag that may potentially contain food. Even if they just ate.
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