Monday, March 8, 2010
Too many nicknames!
While I was pregnant, we asked Melody what we should name her little sister. She decided Light Stick was a good name. It took a few months for us to convince her that we could call her Light Stick, but we couldn't name her that. So, Melly still calls Tori Light Stick. The other day, Tori was screaming because she was starving since it had been an entire hour since she ate last (she's a much bigger eater than Melody ever was). Her little face was all red and tears were streaming down her face. Melody looks at her, then tells me, "There's a little Red Faced Bobble Head over here!" So now, Melly has switched gears and now calls Tori the Little Red Faced Bobble Head. Go figure!
Welcome Home Victoria!
In preparation of bringing baby Tori home, Rob made a sign for the piggy to hold.
Tori is very content to be home. The hospital was fine, but it's better to be here!
Melody is very eager to show Tori all of her toys, as long as she doesn't play with them!
Tori is very content to be home. The hospital was fine, but it's better to be here!
Melody is very eager to show Tori all of her toys, as long as she doesn't play with them!
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Friday, October 30, 2009
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!
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!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
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!
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!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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!
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!
Monday, October 12, 2009
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."
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