You are leaving me with a sitter?????

Rite of Passage

Mommy left two little girls with a babysitter today and went and did some consulting work-at where else? Starbucks.

It felt oh, so good.

Here's what they did while I was gone.

1. Puzzles
2. Television
3. More television.
4. Yes, that is right, more television.
5. Painted.
6. Playdough.

They were VERY sad to see the babysitter go (how quickly those four hours flew by!) and wanted to know immediately when she would be back.

Next week, mommy promised.

This song is making me crazy

While Juliette has picked up many of her mother's sweet endearing qualities, the colloquial language is not one of them.

While I don't swear like a sailor, let's leave it that there are moments when colorful language might be interjected into a conversation to make an emphatic point. I recognize using such base language concedes to a lack of creativity. I am guilty of being uncreative.

While we haven't come to the colorful language point yet - I offer this as evidence, and fear that we are heading in that direction.

Me - "Juliette, why don't you sing your recital song for us?"

Juliette - "No, Mommy. That song is making me crazy. It gets into my head and won't go away."

Today Started Out Like Any Normal Day*

* When I began this blog, I promised myself it would not devolve into pooh stories. Here we are devolving. Trust me, gentle reader, it is a spectacular story with many twists and turns - but alas, it really is about pooh. So - you decide - the lady or the tiger. Go on about your day and check back another day or read on.

We were very close to having breakfast, and it was strangly quiet in our home. Too quiet.

Quietness in a home with Evie always has an ominous quality. The only satisfying quiet is when she is softly snoring in her bed. She was very much awake today.

And quiet.

A bit of background - Evie will be two in September, which means potty time. Being my typical self, I've ratched up the inclusion of potty-related books into our nap and night reading times.

One of them is the classic "Everyone Poops". This was clearly a huge mistake.

So I call, Evie - what are you doing? And she comes running. The sleeper she was wearing last night had a hole about three inches big between her knee and foot - I notice something protruding from it and think - how harmless, how cute, she is stuffing tissues into the little hole.

She runs up and says "Mamma, poop." Hmmm, looking closer I see it is her DIAPER protruding from the little hole.

I look down the hall. There is a trail of fully formed poops trailing down the hall.

How? Why? What are the physics of being able to poop on a carpet (and trail it across a hardwood floor) while fully clothed - diaper or no diaper?

I order Juliette to her room and toss Evie in the tub.

Juliette calls in a frantic voice. "Mommy Come" there are two puddles of tinkle, courtesy of her sister waiting for her in her room.

See the above question related to the physics of a fully clothed child and apply to this situation.

Evie starts calling for her Daddy from the tub. In future years, her therapist will spend six months on this incident.

The interloper - see who is at Miss Sugar's feet.

The conga line

The freeze dance

One, two, three, plie

Juliette and Miss Sugar

Laibin girls plus Sophie, Juliette and Amelia

911

We've reached another benchmark. Evie dialed 911 with a cellphone key guard on. Who knew it was even possible?

I didn't know whether to be proud or embarassed. Maybe both.

I suspect it won't be the last time!