At LONG last, here is my SUPER STUFF {sorta-kinda} catch-up
post.
The Saturday after Thanksgiving, the girls asked me if they
could have a Daddy-Daughter day. I told
them to ask their daddy…and apparently he’d already told them to ask me. The girls were THRILLED to see Mommy off to
go grocery shopping in Daddy’s car, while they prepared to go out to
lunch. I’m told they had a great lunch
AND made a stop by Walmart to pick up some cat food. (My hat is off to the husband for braving
Walmart with the girls on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, too!!!)
We went on a great family walk the weekend after
Thanksgiving, too. The girls get SO
excited when Daddy comes with us.
Without both my hands occupied, Mommy took along the camera and snapped
a few (or a hundred) pictures.
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| We joked with A that she has a "nest" in that tree...she calls it 'her' tree now! |
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| My reflection in B's glasses. Love. |
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| Showing off their mittens! |
The girls crack me up with a handful of continued
mispronunciations. Baby A calls kiwi, ‘kew-ee’. She can say it correctly, but seems to choose
not to. “But it’s kew-ee to me!” she
insisted recently.
Baby B still says interesting as ‘inch-resting’. She doesn’t seem to be able to say it
correctly, despite her stellar pronunciation of virtually every other word in
the dictionary. That makes it so sweet
to this mama’s ears…hearing her talking so seriously, so grown-up about
something, and proclaiming how “inch-resting” it is to her.
B was talking to A about something Christmas-related. “Sissy [A] Elf,” she called her in the sweetest
voice. Melt.
B cracked me up when she commented – of her own accord – on A’s
choice of red-and-white striped reindeer socks with her pink tennis shoes. “A’s shoes look good with those reindeer
socks!” she declared. Hahaha!
The girls were chatting in the back seat of the car one day
on the way to school. “When we grow up,
there will be two mommies in the kitchen, not just one, like you. That way we can cook faster, and Daddy will
be happy, because he is always hungry.”
Another funny quote, from that same conversation…”Daddy goes
to work so we have money on the days when he is off.” I guess we don’t need money on the days he
works???
The girls have been practicing dribbling a ball, off and on,
for a year or so. It finally clicked
with Baby A last week. She counted 35
times that she dribbled! And I know she’s
done even more at once…it’s pretty amazing!
Both girls love to come show me how sweaty they get, running
around in the basement. It’s such a
badge of honor for them. HA!
B was sitting by the fireplace a couple of days ago. She called A over and said, “Kiss me, Sissy!” I guess A came in close enough for B to plant
a kiss, and then she said, “You have to kiss me back!!!” HA!
We recently let the girls start using placemats, and they
think they are SUCH big kids!!! So far
they’ve done a pretty good job at keeping them clean. It’s one more step towards a normal table
setting…hooray, and sniff-sniff.
I asked Baby A to go upstairs and get two ponytail holders
from her bathroom (as they tend to migrate upstairs by the end of the
week). She brought down a handful to
last us the week, without me asking her.
I just thought it was so neat to see her thought process. The next day she picked up both sets of
pajamas and put them in the laundry basket, without me asking her. It doesn’t always happen, but she can be such
a responsible baby girl.
On a whim a couple of weeks ago, I started teaching the
girls some volleyball moves. They LOVE
it!!! They will hit balls (or try to hit
balls) back and forth for ages. This
mama loves it, too. I can’t wait until we’re
more reliably able to pass to each other…so fun!!!
Last Friday Daddy had an unexpected snow day from
school. Since the weather wasn’t
supposed to come until later that day, we went out for a family breakfast. We hadn’t been in quite a while, so it was a
big treat. The girls cleaned their
plates…and then part of mine!
This dates back a few weeks, but I didn’t want to forget, as
I laugh every time I think about it. We
had gone down to Nashville for a little shopping and then lunch. The three of us were in the bathroom stall
together (a big one, thank goodness), when “The Thrill is Gone” came over the
sound system. The girls have never heard
that song, to my knowledge, but Baby B started strumming her imaginary air
guitar and swaying slowly to the rhythm…all while Mommy was going potty. I could have just fallen over, it struck me
as so funny.
Also going back a few weeks, Baby A called me in the middle
of the night. I went up to her room and
found her sitting in the middle of the floor, between the beds. “Mommy!
I can’t find my blanket!” she cried.
I chuckled and told her her blanket was on her bed. I tucked her back in, and she went to
sleep. It wasn’t until a week or so
later that it dawned on me, I think she fell out of bed. Poor kiddo!
She’s one tough cookie, though.
And from the second night (I think) we were in the house…the
guy was here from the gas company, working on our fireplace. Hubby went outside with him to look at the
gas grill. Baby A followed them on the
inside of the house, looking through the windows. “Mommy!!!
Why is Daddy going to the edge of darkness???” She was so alarmed, and it cracked me up how
she characterized it. She’s been using “darkness”
a lot recently, instead of “dark”. That
just seems so foreboding!
Lots of SUPER I don't want to forget!!!
