Such drama

There are many posts, and will be many more about Melody and her dramatic ways. This is just one example.

We were playing with her Mardi Gras beads, which she loves, and they often get tangled. She asks me, in a very exaggerated way, "Mommy, can you untangle my beads so I can make the most phenomenal thing in the whole world?!?!"

Don't ask me how she knows the word phenomenal. I certainly don't use it that much. Who am I kidding... I can't even spell it! I had to use spell check!

Dowie and David

The other day Melody started "talking" to Dowie (pronounced dough-ee). Yup... her imaginary friend. She tells me she met him at the playground and he sometimes plays with her at home too. She will talk for him, and hold complete conversations with him. Then there's David. Her other imaginary friend. He doesn't play around the house, because he goes to work every day. He coincidentally has the same hours as Rob, but he doesn't work with him. Can I just say how cute it is to watch her talking to herself, having full detailed scenarios of events, and how "they" work out the problems a 3 year old face. It's even extra funny when she has an argument or disagrees with Dowie! I'll try to catch some of it on film.

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Lookout Popeye

The struggle with getting Melody to eat any food, let alone a health variety, is always present in our house. So I tell Melly, "you have to eat so you can grow up big and strong." She gets that look on her face and says, "But Mommy, I'm already big and strong. Look at my muscles!"
If only Kit Kat's were a food group...

I guess Earth Day is coming?

Melody was gathering some buckets from around the house, and lining them up. She then looked at me a little confused and said, "Mommy, I can't find my compost and I have to do my recycle."

Every girl deserves a manicure

My sister was over last week and we were stamping Emilie's 1st birthday invitations. I know, hard to believe that she's going to be 1 already! So we were pretty preoccupied, and Melody did well playing by herself. It came to be nap time, and I explained to Melody that I couldn't read her a story because I had to help finish the invitations. I asked her if she would be able to play by herself in her room and fall asleep on her own. She said she could, and she's actually done this a few times before. One time she never took a nap, she just lay in her bed for a couple of hours "reading" one of her books.
About 20 minutes go by and I hear her calling, "Mommy! Mommy! Come look and see what I did!!!!" I thought she fell asleep, so I go in there to find that she decided to give herself a manicure. She painted her fingers (not just the nails), meticulously, for the entire time she was in her room. Now here's the good part. I didn't want to yell at her, because she was so very proud of herself, but clearly this is not something I want her to do again. So I calmly explain that she did a very nice job, but she should never paint her nails without Mommy around. I then send her to go see Carol so that she can get a good laugh at it. I then examine Melody's room, looking for the giant pink puddle of nail polish that I know is around somewhere... only I can't find it. I call Melody back in to show me where she painted her nails. She brings me over to her bed. I think to myself, "Oh no... not nail polish all in her comforter and sheets, pillows, stuffed animals, etc..." But I can't find any polish around. I ask her a few more times, and she says to me, "Mommy, I spilled some by accident." I ask, somewhat scared, "Where?" She shows me the 2 little drops on the sheet, no bigger than a pinpoint. So then I ask her where the polish is now. This 2 1/2 year old girl (that isn't very girlie), took out her nail polish, opened it up, took the time to neatly paint her fingernails (and fingers), kept putting the polish brush back in the jar to get more, then when she was all done put the cap back on and put the jar away. All without spilling any, or getting any nail polish all over the room? Wow did I ever dodge a bullet with that one!



Of course I take a picture first and then clean the poor kid up! But look how pleased she is, and trying really hard not "mess up" her nails!

The story of Pam & Rob

OK, so Rob is going to hate that I'm doing this, but sometimes I just get all sentimental. I was going through pictures on the computer today, and found this one. So of course my mind raced back 15 years ago (yes, that long) to when I first met Rob and decided to share the story of us.



I was working for a radio station doing a promotion, and Rob was singing with Jam Syndicate (still my favorite local band). He was up on stage, I walked into the club, and my whole world stopped. I saw nothing but him, and he took my breath away. It was a few months later after the guy I was dating called it quits when I was talking to friends about this guy that I was completely infatuated with, yet knew nothing about. As it turned out, Rob was in my circle of friends, but we hadn't yet met. I told my boss at the radio station that I wanted to work every show we had that Rob's band was playing. So, to put it bluntly, I harmlessly stalked him. Still too afraid to talk to him, I just "happened" to be wherever he was. Finally, some friends introduced us, hoping that would start things rolling. So one evening, we were all hanging out at the Rock Alley house (I miss that house!), when I got the courage to talk to Rob and ask him out. I planned to wait for him to leave, I would leave too, and be able to talk to him alone. Perfect, right? Well, as the hours ticked away, it was after 3:00 when I just couldn't stay any longer without falling asleep in my chair. I had to leave. I said my goodbyes, and I hear Rob also say that he was going to go. So I get a smile on my face, and I go outside and wait by my car for him to come out. At least 20 minutes go by and he still hasn't come out yet. Now I'm slightly panicking, trying to find some reason why I'm still standing outside and not on my way home. I come up with the brilliant plan to throw my keys into the bushes, go running inside to ask for help to find my keys, and have Rob be the hero that found them. (well... it made a lot more sense and seemed more plausible when I was 19 years old at 3:00 in the morning) I go inside to ask for a flashlight to find my keys and out comes Rob to "save the day". We get to my car, and the genius that I was only threw the keys about a foot away from my car door.
Needless to say, Rob didn't comment on any of that, I asked him out, and the rest is somewhat history! The real funny part was that I now had to bring the flashlight back into the house with all of my friends laughing at me for the worlds lamest attempt at trying to get someone alone to talk to them.