Category Archives: Beautiful girl
Caught my daughter snitching chocolate candy corn
Seriously? Chocolate candy corn is the best you can think of? Have some standards people.
Work For Hire
This matches our experiences of getting our daughter to do the dishes.
Nerdlings in Training
The box says you have to be 9+ to play. Bah.
Now I really am scared
Lotte Time Lapse: Birth to 12 years in 2 min. 45. from Frans Hofmeester on Vimeo.
They really do grow up too fast.
Kids these days
Some real gems here:
Pre-children: I was going to cloth diaper.
Post-children: I did with my daughter, sort of, but not with my twins.Pre-children: No TV until age of 2 and then only 30 minutes a day.
Post-children: Ha.Pre-children: Only organic, healthy, homemade food.
Post-children: My kids love Wendy’s.Pre-children: Public tantrums are unacceptable.
Post-children: Removal of the child is only sometimes doable; predicting when a tantrum is going to strike is often impossible.Pre-children: Complaints about childrearing and its hardships annoyed me (this was your choice, no?) and saddened me (parenthood is supposed to be a wonderful thing!).
Post-children: Parenthood isn’t wonderful 100 percent of the time.
Heart Melting
Coming home for lunch and E runs to me and hugs my leg with a vengeance. “Sometimes I get so excited I could hug you forever!”
Big Words
During a discussion on the importance of looking both ways when crossing the street, walking across parking lots, etc.
Me: That’s why it’s important to always remain vigilant.
E: Actually, I think we just need to be careful.
Banana Chips & Bacon
It’s what my daughter wanted to have for supper. Apparently she’s in good company (see the Elvis Granola bar):
In fact I found all sorts of tasty-yet-scary-looking treats while trying to find an image for this post. For example, Buttermilk Pancakes with Chocolate Chips and Bacon:
Or how about some Elvis Chocolate Bark:
A Google search did help me find this recipe, but I’m not brave enough to try it yet.
Demanding Children
Sometimes children’s demands can be quite endearing. Other times … not so much. Thankfully this was not one of those times.
Elizabeth: If you’re not going to feed me, then I’m just going to play with my LeapPad!
Me: OK then!