The french fry

We went out to dinner for our Anniversary to Applebees since we had Melly with us. A nice kid friendly place, and as long as I didn't have to cook, I'm happy! We order some burgers, and Melly wants chicken and fries.
Our meal comes, and on the first bite of french fry, Melody takes a bite, and accidentally drops the rest of the fry on the ground. Sometimes at home, I may have the "5 second rule", but in a restaurant, if something even hits the table, it's a 'no go' for eating. So this french fry is on the floor, and Melody starts crying. Not really sure why, so we start asking some questions. Come to find out, she's crying because she wants to eat the french fry. We explain to her that it has germs on it from being on the floor. She cries some more and protests:
"But Mommy, remember I washed my hands and got the germs off"
I then explain that the germs are on the french fry, not her hands.
"But Mommy, the french fry already has my bite mark in it, I need to finish it"
I remind her that she has an entire plate full of french fries that still need her bite mark in them.
While all of these excuses are going on, she's wailing quietly on her chair, really upset about this french fry. Rob & I try everything to get her to stop crying and maybe eat something. The tears are popping out of her head, her nose is running, and she's just not into eating. We even try taking bites out of our own french fries and putting them with her dropped one so that it would have friends. Still no good. The wailing continues while Rob & I eat our entire meal.
I then tell her a story about how all the food that's left on the plate gets taken away to a special place in the back kitchen where they get to have a party together. That seemed to do it enough for her to eat some of her food. She was still upset, not in a great mood, and fell asleep in the car on the way home!

Melody as a girl!

Well, here's the proof! Melody in her dress, and her sock-pants going to Addison's baptism.










We had to go to WalMart to buy more of them, and she wore a skirt with sock-pants to Alex's birthday party too! Wow!

The Sock-pants

We went to Addison's Baptism the other day, and I pulled out my little tomboy's summer dresses (with tags on) to find one appropriate for a fall day. I run to the discount children's store in town to buy stockings, a sweater and some dressier shoes to wear. I cringe at putting the dress on her, since she usually tugs at it and asks me to take it off. I start off with the stockings (which were nice and thick) and Melody says, "Ooooooh! Sock-pants! I like them!" So I was pleasantly surprised and kept talking about the sock-pants hoping she wouldn't notice that I was also putting on a dress, sweater and shoes. (Although they looked like dress shoes, they had the sole of a sneaker. I wanted her to look nice, but I'm not crazy!) We go through the whole day taking pictures (for proof) of Melly looking like a little girl.
Yesterday I'm getting her dressed and she asked to wear her sock-pants. I told her that she would have to wear them with a dress or skirt, and she said, "OK!" My little girl is becoming just that! A GIRL!

3 Year old logic

Melly asked to take out her Calico Critters (really cute little doll animals that she plays with). I look around the living room floor at the mine field of other toys played with throughout the afternoon. I tell her that she has to clean up some of her other toys before taking out the new ones. She looks at me with a big smile and says, "Don't worry Mommy, I don't want to play with my Calico Critters, I'm just going to take them out and look at them."

Another trip to VA

We went to VA again! I got a phone call from Rob last Thursday while I was on my way to meet a friend for breakfast, and he said we're leaving this afternoon for VA. So I finished breakfast, went home, and had us all packed up and ready to go by 3:00.
It was the usual fantastic time. We went to Busch Gardens every day for Howl-O-Scream, and Melly enjoyed it. She loves all the monsters and the shows, and of course the rides! Her favorite is Jack (I'll post some video later on), and she liked Monster Stomp and Frankenrock too. At one point she fell asleep in Monster Stomp because she was so exhausted, and when she woke up later she said, "I fell asleep in Monster Stomp. How did my body possibly do that?" Good question Mel!
We picked pumpkins, walked around Williamsburg, went to Busch, and ate a lot of food. Sadly, still no Sals, and they haven't even started rebuilding it yet. Anyone know of where I can get 4 cheese tortellini in incredible Alfredo sauce let me know!

It's a GIRL!

I went for my ultrasound, and they said without a doubt it's a girl! It was a 3D ultrasound, and at one point it looked like this kid was sitting on the camera, so even I could tell this was a girl! We got a print out of a ton of shots, and there were a couple where it looks like the baby was a bat. I made one small comment how it looks like we're going to have a bat instead of a baby. Melody also can't let that one go, and now she keeps telling everyone, "Mommy's having a bat, not a baby."

Why you don't let 3 year olds name things

We asked Melody what she would like to name her new baby brother or sister. Without hesitation, she says, "Light Stick" Not sure where that came from, but she won't call the new baby anything else. And I hate to say it, but it's funny enough that it's starting to catch on. I've recently convinced her that we can't name the baby Light Stick, but she may call it that if she wants.

Mommy needs her make up!

I was putting on make up one morning and Melody asked what I was doing, so I told her. She came running into the bathroom yelling, "Let me see!!" She looks at me and says, "Mommy, you look much better now. You look like you." So I asked her, "Who do I look like without make up on?" (Looking back... maybe not the smartest of questions) Melly answers, "You look like Grampa because you both have the same big belly."