10.01.2009
I'm really not sure what else to name this one! I thought of something dental related, but couldn't think of anything clever.
Let me set the scene for you...
Tuesday night we'd just finished supper and Eden had requested to watch a tv show before bath. I had gotten on my laptop and was looking on ebay for a Halloween costume for Eden and Christian was on his phone with his business partner. Isla was swinging.
Isla began to stir. When I say began to stir, I mean those cute little noises that babies make. Not crying, but I'd call it "talking". You know the noises that come just before the crying begins.
Eden walks over to Isla's swing and picks up her paci and seems to be putting it in her mouth. I had the fleeting thought to myself of "awww". About that time, I hear Isla squeal out and begin screaming. It wasn't a hungry cry, but a squeal.
The look on Eden's face really said it all. Really did I need to ask, "Eden, did you do something to Isla?". The lack of response coupled with the look of guilt said it all. Not only did she look guilty, but more bothersome she didn't appear to have an ounce of remorse. Finally she said, "I bited her". It's not that I expected the inquisition to prove helpful, but I was grasping since I really didn't see her and didn't know what had happened. I finally figured out that Eden had bit Isla's pinky finger! You could have done a dental impression, folks! It nearly broke the skin and looked bruised. :( Poor Isla...and then poor Eden. Christian and I weren't too impressed with her plot for attention.
I guess we're going to have to plan some more Eden and Mommy time. Obviously despite the good show she's been putting on, she's harboring some ill feelings about baby sister!
The Eden Variety Show
09.30.2009
For those that aren't aware, Eden LOVES to sing and dance. It's part of the reason why we enrolled her in Jane's School of Dance for a "Pre-Dance Class" of 2-3 year olds. She LOVES it, but instead of fullfilling her thirst to dance, flop, buzz, whirl, and bounce around the house, it seems to have only ignited her passion. Today she was serenading me with a song that went a little something like this "And always what I do, you do. And always what I do, you do because it's healthy!"
That's not all - this morning she was in one of her "variety show moods" and she was singing out some crazy song (the words I can no longer recall - sorry) and when she got to the end of each sentence she would hold the note and make a crazy face. Picture a CHEESE smile only she had her eyes all bugged and crazy and would even shake her head a little. After her doing it twice and I convinced myself she was NOT having a seizure, I busted out laughing. That, of course, only spurred her on. She giggled at herself and continued the disturbing behavior.
I tell you - it's hard to discipline her without laughing. When we tell her not to do something and she doesn't care for it she's been telling us "You can't treat me that way!" and just today she said "you're going to your room if you don't stop it" after I scolded her. How do you keep a straight face with that?! LOL
Yes, Jesus Loves Me
09.29.09
For the last couple of days she's been paci free. That's right..paci FREE. With that though has come a little bit of difficulty in falling asleep. So this week we've had some interesting stories. Tonight's was too good to pass up.
8:45 is close to Eden's normal bedtime. Tonight was no different and I tucked her into bed with my usual rendition of Amazing Grace (luckily she's not a music critic yet!), ABC's, and a prayer. She did just as she always does and blew me a kiss as I told her I loved her and closed her door behind me.
We were watching TV when I said to Christian "did you hear that?" He hadn't heard anything so we carried on watching. A few minutes later I heard it again and said "could you turn it down, I think Eden might be crying". He turned it down and we could then both hear her, though she wasn't crying. We weren't able to make out her words, but could tell the mumbles were being formed into a song. Christian muted the TV and after a few seconds we both heard the song she was belting out above the hum of her air conditioner. "Yeeeees, Jesus Loves Meeeeeee! Yes, Jesus Loves Meeeeee! Da Bible Tells Me Sooooo!"
We laughed so hard we cried! She's a hoot!
Larry the Cable Guy
09.22.2009
In our efforts to downsize some “extras” in our household we had the DISH guy out in replacement of our cable. He apparently came to our house this morning just as Christian was taking the girls to Mi ss Kristi’s house. The man was standing in our front entry way when Eden exclaimed to him “Hey, we’re going to Miss Kristi’s house”! The man, unknowing kept going on about his business. Eden wrinkled her brow and turned to Christian and said “Dat man don’t care! He don’t care, Daddy”. Christian said she kept repeating it, puzzled as to why it was that this stranger wasn’t completely en thralled with her activities for the day! lol
Food for thought...especially for Moms
09.17.2009
http://proverbs31devotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-want-what-she-has.html
Wow is all I have time to say, but this one really hit home for me! Thanks for sharing, Mom! :)
Daddy, Food Connoisseur
09.15.2009
My husband, the food connoisseur that he is traveled to a dairy on his way back from Chicago. (Don't ask - only my husband) There, he was proud to take away some organic chocolate milk and cheeses for Eden and I to try. Yesterday morning Eden was delivered her organic breakfast when Christian decided to explain to her that milk came from cows. The conversation went a little something like this;
Daddy: Did you know this yummy milk came from cows?
Eden: Huh?
Daddy: Yeah, the cows made this yummy milk for you
Eden: Oh that was sweet of them!
Daddy: Here you go, some cinnamon toast
Eden: Did dis come from da cows?
Daddy (chuckling): No, I made it. It's just some toast with cinnamon on it.
Eden: Oh, are you da bakery?
The only 2.5 year old that knows about bakeries is that of a true food connoisseur! lol
Happy Birthday, Daddy
09.14.2009
Our little family of four (*faints*) went to our beloved house of sin. None other than Mi Pueblito's. Lol! We wanted to have a little birthday dinner at our favorite place to celebrate Daddy's birthday today. Our favorites were served to perfection as always and as per usual we were smiling and stuffed upon requesting the check. Daddy and Eden made their way to the counter to pay the "seck" (ch = s for Eden LOL) when they passed a man. This assumingly lovely man happened to have on hole-filled jeans. To Daddy's embarrassment, Eden felt compelled to announce to the restaurant, "Daddy, dat man had a hoe in his pants!" Perhaps they should make a Craylola crayon named 'embarrassed red'. I'm pretty sure that was what Christian's face looked like as he came back to the table chuckling. :)
We get into the van to head home and are discussing the fact that it's Daddy's birthday. It was clear Eden was deep in thought on the subject when she exclaimed, "We got a cake for you, Daddy! A Handy Manny cake! And we got a present for you! We will sing to you and you can eat your Handy Manny cake!" Clearly she hadn't gotten Mommy's memo on the "low-key" birthday idea. I refrained from asking her what exactly it was that we got him or who on earth had taken her to buy some Handy Manny cake. lol I hope she won't be disappointed tomorrow evening when we get together with family and clearly Handy Manny is missing from the sweet celebration.
And one last Eden-ism...if you will.
Christian told this story from their long journey from Miss Kristi's house to home this afternoon. (She lives just two blocks away for those that don't know.)
Eden: Is Isla big?
Daddy: Why? Do you want play with her?
Eden: Yeah, I wanna play with her. Is she big yet?
And last, but not least (sorry - sometimes I just can't resist!)... the famous Mommy quote of the week:
Chop Chop, Eden! And when I say 'Chop Chop', I mean hurry up and listen before I spank your bomboss!
LOL
Going back to work
09.14.2009
Or maybe it's going back to vacation..LOL. I have a new found respect for my sitter, that's for sure! :0)
It'll be interesting to see how our little family falls into a routine. Isla has had a 'test run' at Kristi's on Friday. Eden and Mommy went out with our friends Terri Lynne and Addison to The Explorium (formerly The Children's Museum). It was good to be able to get out and do something fun with Eden while I was off on maternity leave.
A cute Eden story from yesterday...
I was sitting in the bathroom in front of my make-up mirror when I turned my head to do something else and when I turned back to find that my mirror was gone. I could feel myself getting frustrated and opened my mouth to let out an aggitated request for her to return my mirror. Before I was able to, I saw her admiring herself in the mirror and while her pure cuteness had tamed my tone, I was unable to get out a word before she looked up at me and said in the sweetest voice, "Thank you for sharing ur meer, Mama". My heart melted. What could I say, but "You're welcome, baby". To which she replied, "That's so sweet of you." :0)
The Power of a Woman's Words
09.10.2009
By Sharon Jaynes...it's a devotional and bible study that my mom passed along that I'm quite enjoying. :)
Last night I read...
"How long will our words echo in the hearts and minds of our children, our husbands, our friends, fellow believers, and the world? For all eternity, my friends. To the end of the age."
So there I was in bed, lying next to my beloved listening to nothing but the quiet the comfortable noises of home pondering on the events of the day. Isla had finally settled down after our devotion together, but these words just clung to me. I wondered what words Eden might remember from the day. Would she remember something funny? "No! Eden, honey we don't clean up the pee pee with Daddy's toothbrush!" Or would it be something sweet? "Eden, I love you more than anything!" Then my thoughts drifted to the not-so-good parts of the day. Would she remember the harsh words? "Do NOT talk to your Mama like that!" or "You're not listening to me!" or "Eden, if I get to 3, you're getting a spanking!"
I must have finally drifted off to sleep, as I thought of what she might remember years to come. What would be my trademark words? Grandma had some. "When in doubt, don't." Grandpa certainly has some. "You fail to plan, you plan to fail." It's certainly something to ponder, right?
It all makes me think of something that a wise man, Jim Cawby said in one of his children's sermons at The New Hope Baptist Church MANY moons ago... "Words are like toothpaste. Once they're out, you can't get them back in. "
Food for thought, folks!
You want a WHAT?!
09.09.2009
I swear there's something about my personality that works best under pressure. Procrastination, while not normally thought to be a trait that organized people posess...is my fortay! LOL Maybe that means I'm not really as organized as I thought I was. You know, I think that's true. I'm only organized in few select areas of my life.
So today it hit me...WOW, this is the last week of my maternity leave! (Duh, Tiff!) The pressure is on! What haven't I accomplished in my sacred time off? So today I spent literally 3 hours on the phone making appointments, cancelling appointments, checking appointments, and pressing #3 to talk to a live person.
Among my phone calls to make was the vet. Admittedly, we are new to the cat owning business and before I tell you this story I should tell you while I've always been a cat owner I've never quite been the one responsible for the cats (chime in any time you feel necessary, Mom). I've also never been a "cat person". When we went to adopt our two lovely ladies, I was actually looking for a puppy. I had this magical idea in my head of Eden having her first pet...a puppy. When that fantasy was crushed by darling husband, I switched gears to a cat. Instead of just one cat that again darling husband insisted that two are better because they'll "play together". OK...so now that all those details have been set aside...back to my phone call to the vet.
(Nearing the end of the conversation)
Me: OK, so I can bring them in tomorrow morning?
Vet: Yes. Just reserve a few minutes when you come in to fill out history paperwork
Me: OK and is there anything else we need to bring?
Vet: You'll just want to make sure you have a fecal sample
Me: I'm sorry?
Vet: A fecal sample
Vet: Do they go outside at all?
Me: (now somewhat stuttering as I can almost smell the litter box as I speak) Um, yes they go in and out
Vet: OK and were they litter mates?
Me: Yes - they're sisters
Vet: OK, so if you can try to get a sample that's no more than 12 hours old
Ha! She must be kidding...easier said than done!
Me: OK...and should it be contained any certain way?
<...>Gee, that didn't sound awkward, Tiff.
Vet: Just a plastic ziplock baggie
ziplock...you think?!
Tiff: Ok, we'll see you tomorrow
I hung up and sprung into laughter in the quite of my living room initiating poor Isla's startle reflex. I could now see Christian (notice I didn't see myself in this vision!) scooping cat poo into a tiny ziplock baggie! Wahahahahaha!
So of course I had to text Christian immediately and tell him of his new task! I'm sure it made his day!
Has anyone ever heard of this? I've never heard of taking in a fecal sample? Some of my friends that are more experienced cat owners, please confirm. I *think* she said it was to test for kitty leukemia? Though my head was a little foggy with thoughts of my hubby concealing the cat's fecal matter for travel. LOL
My Name is Mommy!
09.07.2009
I have to say, this blogging has become slightly addictive! I've even proclaimed to the house a time or two "Oh that's sooo going on our blog!" lol :)
So today Eden and I are snuggling on the couch and I hear Christian working in the kitchen (Put your tongue back in your mouths ladies, he's all mine! lol) and I say to her "Do you think it's lunch time? I think I hear Daddy fixing something. I think he might need our help." She immediately jumps up from the couch and starts running into the kitchen saying "I'm on my way! I'm on my way, Daddy!" I wasn't far behind her and began laughing and she turned and looked at me and said "What's so funny, Tiff?" LOL
Oh, she's a riot.
The Cutest House
09.07.2009
OK, so I can't resist adding one more little anecdote about today's trip. On the way to wal-mart, we're in the van and out of the blue the following conversation ensues;
Eden: I find the biggest house
Mommy: The what?
Eden: The biggest, big, big house. I find it at school.
Daddy: At school?
Eden: Yeah
Daddy: You found the biggest house at school?
Eden: Yep. I found the biggest, big, big house at school.
Daddy: You did, huh. Wow.
Eden: It was the cutest house, Daddy. The cutest. It was sooooo cute, so so cute. The cutest.
*Insert laughter by Mommy and Daddy*
I'll tell you what's the cutest, that Eden bug! lol
Wal-mart...After Bedtime!
09.07.2009
WHAT were we thinking?! We weren't!
Eden began to get sleepy and so the trip was quickly going downhill. She was sitting in the cart holding her new penguin (one of those stupid Happy Meal toys) talking to it and entertaining herself when she came up with the age old game...toss and see how many times Daddy would pick it up. After the 5th or 6th time of dropping it, he said to her "Eden if you drop it one more time, Daddy's going to take it away". I think I counted to 8 before it was back on the floor. Christian swiped it up off the ground and shoved it into his jean pocket, looking at her sternly and saying "Daddy told you he was going to take it away". Let the wailing begin! After about 3 minutes of that, she dried her eyes and went with a new game to keep herself awake.
Try to imagine a small puppy yelping in pain. That's similar to the squeal she was projecting to the poor handful of mothers that were at wal-mart seeking refuge from their own "puppies". Christian let this go on far longer than I would have.
Attempting to distract her with helping, Christian allowed her to hold a large canister of sea salt. Shaking the container was OK, but with Isla in the back of the cart within "firing range" Christian asked her not to shake it too hard and must have said something about it being dangerous. He said he kept telling her (I'm sure in his best 'Daddy' voice) not to shake it too hard. Just then BAM! the sea salt went to the floor. Eden looked up, horrified and said "Danger! Danger!" LOL! I'm not sure whether she thought that SHE was in danger with Daddy or whether she thought that was the danger he'd been referring to. Either way...very funny. :0)
Favorite Phrases
09.06.2009
Seems like a silly titlle, but there are random things I'd like to remember about the way Eden says things... :)
~Let my see it/Let my do it = Let me see it/Let me do it
~Mama! Iwah's gettin' mad! (When Isla's beginning to fuss)
~You hear dat? = you hear that?
~I want somefing for eat = I want something to eat
~I'm a princess :0)
~I'm not a baby, I'm a big girl
~Can you do dis? = Can you do this (usually followed my some fancy dance move)
~Ur = You're/Your
Baby Care-o-wine
09.05.2009
We are slowly introducing the concept of relationships to Eden. It began when she heard me talking to Christian about my mom (I'm sure I was saying how beautiful she is) and she said "Ur Mom?" which translates to "your mom?". So I explained that yes, Grandy was my Mommy. She got this puzzled look on his face, threw her head back, and began laughing hysterically and then said "noooo, mommy! Her name is Grandy!" So we've tried explaining to her that everyone has a name too. Like Grandy's name is Tracey. Very complicated concept for a 2.5 year old!
So this led to her asking what Mommy and Daddy's names are. We told her and then explained to her it was just like her name...Eden Macey and that Isla's name is Isla Caroline.
This has resulted in two things. 1 - introducing herself to strangers as "Eden Macey Parsons". This means strangers have to decipher all of that. Toddler language isn't easy to translate so we end up having to say "She's giving you her full name, but she goes by Eden". 2- calling Isla "Baby Care-oh-wine". LOL That's right Care-O-Wine.
Maybe not as funny as the other stories, but something I want to remember down the road.
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