Oct 4, 2016 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Yesterday Annabelle’s MDO had a field trip to a pumpkin patch. It rained most of the time but it didn’t dampen her spirits. Give her a couple cows and she’s a happy camper.
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| Drawing a crowd where ever she goes. |
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| Just a small smattering of pumpkins. |
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I now realize we should have been standing with her.
It looks like she went to the farm with a bunch of cornstalk heads. |
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She waited her entire life to have her face painted.
Four and a half minutes later she couldn’t have cared about it less. |
Oct 1, 2016 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
I’m not sure if you’re aware, but September 28th is Minnie Mouse’s birthday. I wasn’t aware until recently. AB is OBSESSED with birthday parties and had been asking to have a MM party for her “two year birfday.” I didn’t want to start a pattern of giving her a party every time she asks, so we had a party for Minnie Mouse instead. It seemed a little self-centered to have a Minnie Mouse themed party for Minnie Mouse, but she didn’t let being in the spotlight go to her head.
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| Naturally I had some Minnie and Mickey straws on hand. |
All good manners went out the window at this party. Look at all those feet on the table! Miss Minnie Lookalike was delighted with the whole event.
It was not one of my finer weeks days so I almost didn’t do the party at all but I’m glad I did. I didn’t realize until I saw this picture that I forgot to put bloomers on Annabelle. It’s almost like I let her wander the streets naked!
She wasn’t too sure about the plates with ears situation.
The one thing Annabelle kept saying she wanted at the party was cake with a sparkly A on top. That was easy enough to accomplish but we never got around to adding frosting.
The birthday girl only had a small piece of cake. Rumor has it she’s on a diet. Christopher didn’t know about the diet and gave her an apple and caramel dip as a gift. Annabelle volunteered to eat it for her.
MM and AB both enjoyed the party. Hopefully Sesame doesn’t ask that all of her stuffed animal friends have a real birthday party. I hear that Tigger is a real party animal.
Sep 29, 2016 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
I conducted this interview yesterday during supper because I firmly believed yesterday was the 28th, the day Sesame Pie officially turned 2.5. Come to find out it was the 27th. I never write the date any more. I barely know what day of the week it is yet I’m responsible for teaching her the most basic fundamentals of life.
How old are you? Ummm. I two!
How old am I? I dunno. Two year old?
How old is Daddy? He freee!
What’s your favorite color? Red, yeyyow, green and yeyyow, black and white they are precious in His sight!
What’s your favorite food? Chicken and ice cream.
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| I’m surprised she didn’t say her favorite food is sour cream. |
What are you going to be when you grow up? A colonel yike my friend da bird. (If anyone has any insight into who this colonel bird is please let me know. We have no idea.)
What’s your favorite thing to do with Mama? Paint. (Said as she paints her sour cream onto her hand with her fork.)
What’s your favorite thing to do with Daddy? Fly Baby game!
What’s your favorite toy? Play wif trees. What else? F’owers. Flowers that you smell or flour that you cook with? Flour dat you cook wif. (This surprises me not at all.)
What does Daddy do at work? Ride a bicycle.
Who’s your best friend? Daddy. (Not going to lie- I wanted her to say me.) Is Grammy my fwend? Is Aunt Squiddz? Is Stephanie?
What is something Mommy says to you? ‘Go potty!’ I want more sour c’eam.
What did you do today? Go to school. Mommy had a hard time going to da moon. (????????)
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Reading one of her many Christopher Robin and Pooh Bear books at the exact minute she
turned two and a half. |
What makes you happy? You make me happy! Does fishing make me happy? I all done.
Sep 21, 2016 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
The long awaited day in Annabelle’s life finally happened. She officially goes “to school”. A school that is all of three hours a week and serves goldfish and apple juice. I’m not a school person but I’d sign up for that experience.
We made a big deal out of today being the first day of Mother’s Day Out. I know it’s somewhat of a small thing in the grand scheme of life but it’s big for us. I’ve never left her with strangers before. She’s never been to any kind of daycare. Since we’ve always lived far from home and don’t have a babysitter it’s been her and I all day, every day for the last 904 days. I had such bad anxiety when she was little it took me 7 months to leave her in the church nursery. On the flip side, there have been MANY MANY days I wanted nothing more than to have a morning to myself and here I was presented with the opportunity for one whole morning a week on my own. It’s a motherhood jackpot. It was a very emotional time.
Christopher made us blueberry pancakes and bacon for breakfast. She was so excited that Daddy came with us.
I was expecting crying but the drop off went so well. We’ve been to the school three times before so we were familiar with the teachers and the room. Annabelle didn’t cry either.
While my offspring was having the time of her life with the Elmo desk, I was sitting in the car not knowing what to do with myself. Last week I had an entire list of things I wanted to do and today I couldn’t think of what to do. Finally I came to my senses and went to Dunkin Donuts. Every good day starts there. I strolled around shops and boutiques and meandered through Francescas. Yes, I just went there two days ago but it was a different location so I had to do some retail research. I even had time to do a little sewing. I might have been thinking to myself that I should sign her up for a second morning at MDO.
“I dunno what it says, Mama!” You mean I’m paying big bucks for this school and you don’t know how to read yet?
The yellow scribbles are her attempt at writing her name. It’s illegible because she’s a celebrity.
Look at that picture to the left of the poem. She was only about two months old.
First she’s in my lap, then she’s writing poems. Soon she’ll be a grandmother. BRB. Gotta go cry.
Aug 3, 2016 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
If I’ve mentioned it once I’ve mentioned it 38 times. I don’t enjoy teaching people to ride bikes. It’s up there with pulling teeth and potty training. Maybe it’s slightly better than potty training. In a GREAT show of motherly love, I bought Annabelle a bike at the consignment shop.
It didn’t start off so well.
Once Sesame Pie was vertical she started taking passengers.
Honeypot was the first customer.
She’s still learning how to pedal so I usually reserve bike for when Christopher is home. I bought the bike so I think all my bike riding responsibilities are complete.
Jul 12, 2016 | Sesame, Uncategorized, What's going on |
Let me tell you about my day.
First of all, my bra wouldn’t stop squeaking. I know. I didn’t think bras made noises either. It was a new bra and I guess it had to be broken in. Every time I’d move I’d have a soundtrack from under my shirt. It was very attractive.
Second, I had to be at the doctors at 8:30. I don’t know why I made an appointment for so early. I remember making the appointment and agreeing to the time but not really thinking it through until after I hung up.
Third, the doctor performed the test that every woman dreads. From under the sheet I heard her say, “You really don’t like this, do you?” DOES ANYONE? DOES ANYONE LIKE THIS?
And finally, I signed Annabelle up for school. Technically it’s a parents day out program and not a real school, but it’s in a preschool and AB thinks it’s real school. To send or not to send her, that was the question. I debated about it long and hard with myself and Christopher (and my poor friends who were the recipients of 15 million texts on the topic). I firmly think she’s too young for school but this is basically a glorified play date and we could both use some time away from each other. I don’t have a babysitter here yet so we spend all the minutes/24/7/365 together. I need a consistent break for my mental health and sanity.
I got emotional when the teacher was giving us a tour. I worked in a preschool for 6 years. I’ve always been the one to care for the kids but now I’m the one leaving my child. What if she needs me??? Today it’s PDO, tomorrow she’ll be graduating college. Sunrise, sunset and all that.
Then I thought about three hours all to myself every week and the mood really brightened.
Not to over exaggerate, but freedom makes me feel like this:
I just received this email from Miss Trish the principle.
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| Yes! Let’s give two year olds a bunch of sharpies! |
She needs to bring supplies? Isn’t the check I gave them enough?
