Sunday, February 25, 2007

Hooray for Hollywood!

My sister has been here since Friday...  but tonight is what we've all been waiting for.

This is me at my mom's Oscar party:


This is me and my sister at Mom's Oscar party


This is our Mom.


Any Questions??

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Say Goodnight Gracie

Gracie helped me unload the dishwasher before lunch.  She knows where everything goes and its her favorite chore to help with.  Right now she's in her crib "taking a nap" but what I'm hearing over the monitor is this:

Rockabye Elmo on the tree top!  Ellie!?  Where are you Ellie?  Lellow, Geen, that's Red!   George (as in Curious), lets' change your diaper George.   Go see Mommy?  Go see Daddy?  One Two Free Four FIVE!  Rock a bye baby on the treetooooop    Cookie Monster, you go nite nite?  we found him we found him lalalalala   its nigh night time  ....humming rockabye baby now.... piggy toooooeeeee.   Where's Noopy?  Oh goodness!  Uuuuuuuuuuuppp  uuuuuuppppp     uuuuuuuuuuuuuup   Change your diaper George.  New banket?  yes you did  Nigh Night blankie  Night Elmo.  Hi Cookie... Oscar   Zoe no no.    Now she's just banging her books around.   10 minutes later and she's still talking.... say goodnight Gracie!!!!!

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

Spaghetti

She did it!  She did it!  Kayla finally tried spaghetti again for the first time in almost three years!!!!!!  We just happened to catch her in the right mood and didn't give her an alternate meal to eat.  She took a bite and said "YUM!"  and devoured every last bit!!   Yay Kayla!!  This opens up a whole new list of dinner choices... raviolli, lasagna, PIZZA!!!!    In honor of this I give you one of my favorite all time poems by the late great Shel Silverstein.   If you child does not have Where the Sidewalk Ends, it is a must have IMHO! 


Spaghetti


Spaghetti, spaghetti, all over the place,
Up to my elbows--up to my face,
Over the carpet and under the chairs,
Into the hammock and wound round the stairs,
Filling the bathtub and covering the desk,
Making the sofa a mad mushy mess.
The party is ruined, I'm terribly worried,
The guests have all left (unless they're all buried).
I told them, "Bring presents." I said, "Throw confettii."
I guess they heard wrong
'Cause they all threw spaghetti!

Shel Silverstein