I know I make a lot of mention about my daughter being named for a Disney Princess. But really, really really, she is not named for a Princess, after all. She's named for a Superhero.
Talk about magically delicious!
Boy, am I in trouble. Thank you, J, for sending me a mobile photo of these, well, Princesses in a can, snapped right in the soup aisle of the supermarket. Not only do I get to ride my daughter, or even wear my daughter, but I now get to eat her, as well. Now that's mmmm mmmm good.
quack
So guess what? I'm officially part of the waddle club, again! No, I'm not pregnant. Tricked ya, didn't I? Seriously, though. This afternoon it hit me. I'm no more mobile today than I was when I was lugging a 7lb baby around in my uterus. Why, you ask? The infant car seat. Trying to schlep a baby (especially a baby who happens to be ...
You know you have a girlie-girl when…(the Sunday evening edition)
....you overhear your husband, as he snuggles up in bed with the baby, saying the following: "Do you want to have girl talk? Whispers? Pssss Pssss Pssss Which boys do you like? Oh yeah? That's soooooo cute. " File this also under "You know you married an amazing man, who is an incredible father for your little girl."
you know you have a girlie-girl when…(the Sunday afternoon edition)
...you ask your husband to bring down the fluffy, pink doggy and he asks, "which one?" ...you have the following conversation: Me: "Look at her new pink tutu!" Husband: "She has a lot of pink tutus." Me: "Does she need another pink tutu?" Husband: "She is a tutu baby!" Me: "So, what do you think?" Husband "I don't know put it in ...
Mommy’s Law:
(n.) An adage or maxim that states that as soon as one thinks that everything is going wonderfully, something must occur to knock one down a peg, or two. For instance, take this morning: Our day started out beautifully. I woke up early, got dressed and set off for a morning walk to our favorite bagel shop, with my husband, ...
morning, sunshine.
This morning, not too long after the sun rose in the sky, I crept into my parents' bedroom, and placed the baby in bed, nestled in between her Bubbie and Zayde Bear. From my room I can hear giggles and squeals escaping from the doorway, "You are my Sunshine", an impeccable Grover impersonation, and more "I love you"s than I ...
open sesame!
One year ago, my little baby was the size of a sesame seed. Today, I ate a sesame seed bagel. Actually, it was a strawberry bagel, but that doesn't sound quite as romantic, now does it? Oh, and speaking of the past.... My dogter, Lola, got stuck in the garage today for a grand total of 7 minutes, which was enough ...
When I named my daughter after a Disney Princess,
I didn't take this into consideration. It can get really bad. Yes, I am slowly bankrupting myself one plastic tsotchke at a time.
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