Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Elle-isms

Quick anatomy lesson with E:

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A Day in the Life...
We spend lots of time feeding, changing, bathing, strolling our babies around here. Notice how nicely she is saying please (Pees?). We're working on thank-you, which is currently unintelligible.

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Other Elle-isms of the week:

Me: What does a rooster say?

E: Turtle-doodle-dooooooo!

Internal voice Me: Why on earth turtle?!

If you ask her a question and she doesn't know the answer (or doesn't want to tell you), she'll lifts her hands, palms upward and shrugs with an i-don't-know look and a grin. Super cute.

She is starting to string together sentences, i.e. "Mommy sit down...pees", "Dada hat off.... pees", "Snack uh-stairs...pees". All very demonstrative, of course. Little tyrant.

A few nights in a row Elle screamed/protested when I told her it was bedtime and tried to get her upstairs to take a bath, so I started telling her it was time for the "Bath Train", and we'd chugga-chugga-choo-choo up the stairs to the bath. Now when I say it's time for bath she takes off running to the stairs yelling "Sugga sugga choooo choooo". Mid-day this weekend I said something about a train and she took off running up to her bath. I love the toddler brain.

Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Monday, February 15, 2010

I usually sing the alphabet song to Elle on the way to school... one morning I didn't sing it and she said (rather vehemently in typical E fashion) "Ahbeeseedee!" It took one or two more of that proclamation before I realized what she was saying! She knows ABCD! Whenever she wants me to sing the song, that's what she says! Jay didn't believe me, so I videoed this. Now she's up to E...

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Oh, and apparently I didn't upload (download?) the video of E dancing on Christmas properly, so I will try to make it functional. Technology. Sigh.

Be Mine



Often I find myself wishing I could inject a miniscule version of myself through some sort of magic microcatheter (can you tell I was on Interventional call this weekend?) into the brain of my child. When presented with her Valentine's Day bear, she promptly lifted him over her head and proceeded to WEAR him, as some sort of eclectic belt/fanny pack/corset accessory. Properly accessorized, she could giggle and flail about hands-free as she opened her musical card over and over (and over) again. When not embolizing bleeding kidneys, removing infected port-a-caths, or discovering the Tooth to Tattoo Ratio, I spent the holiday with my Valentine cooking shrimp and grits with andouille sausage and attempting to find a bit of romance in the incessant deluge of pages. Happy Valentine's Day!







Working on her car like Daddy.


Don't be fooled. While not the most aesthetically pleasing dish, these Charleston style Shrimp and Grits with andouille sausage were fantastic. And yes, I ate all that. And... ummm... maybe a bite or two as seconds.

Thursday, February 4, 2010

Costco Junkies



People have stopped saying "I bet you got that at Costco", and now just assume the answer is yes. We have long been on a first name basis with the employees, regularly get "extra" samples, and start to develop a slight tremor after a few days away from the long aisles of industrial sized household items. Jay might even have the Costco Tire head guy on speed dial for quick reference and random automotive inquiries. But I'm not allowed to confirm that.

The other day we were walking across the parking lot in our well-worn path from Shane's to Costco, and noticed that E had a flat stroller tire. The rest is much more aptly described in the picture below. Note Elle's supervision of the affair.



E and Costco go way back. In fact, her first venture out of newborn aseptic-ness was to Costco. A natural bargain shopper from birth.




See her eyeing that Executive Membership? Mmm-hmmm....