snow day!

It snowed last night! It was Portia's first real snow! yes, it was kinda weak, maybe one inch, but she loved it!

She didn't really get down and play in it, but she stomped in it plenty.

She also tried to get me to take her swimming. What, are you nuts?

Silly kid.

i love you...

Today I must have watched 4 hours of Barney. That's right, Barney. The big purple dinosaur. Portia is obsessed with Barney. She wakes up each morning asking for "Ba-ee," and doesn't stop asking until bed. She sings all day, and when she hears that theme song, her little legs start moving faster than when she hears "Single Ladies" (yes, she is also a Beyonce fan).

The problem is that Brandon and I may go crazy. We've been singing "Castle so High, Up in the Sky" and "Yes! Let's Take Care of our Pets" for days. Its a little embarrassing.

I tried to introduce other cartoons, like Kipper the Dog and Dora, but she just screams "BA-EE!!" Even Sesame Street has lost its appeal. If it were up to Portia, Barney would be played 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.

I suppose she'll eventually outgrow this purple phase, in a few years.

Until then,

If aaaaall the raindrops were lemon drops and gumdrops, ooooh what a world this would beeee!

fingerpainting

As I drove home from work tonight, I called Brandon to check in and he told me a funny story. I thought I'd share.

Brandon and Portia enjoy watching football together. Portia likes feeling big and hanging out with daddy, and Brandon likes football. Usually the game holds Portia's interest for a few minutes, then she plays with her toys on the floor in the living room. Tonight was no different. Brandon watched the game while Portia played, and all was going swimmingly.

Until Brandon smelled a stinky diaper. Thinking she had merely pooped and needed changing, he glanced down at his feet where Portia had been reading a book minutes before.

There she sat, covered in her own poop. She had reached into her dirty diaper and started smearing herself with what she found there. In her hair, on her dress, up her arms, on her face (the possibility that she ate some looms in my mind), under her fingernails, and all over the book and carpet.

A direct quote from Brandon: "Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no! Oh no!"

He grabbed her under the armpits and ran upstairs to the tub, where I found them when I got home.

Both she and the living room were thoroughly cleaned and disinfected, and our home is back to normal. But the possibility of this happening again haunts me. Our lives may never be the same.

new year's resolutions, in no particular order

1. (of course) work out/get into shape. Brandon and I joined a gym yesterday and I already went to try everything out; so far so good!

2. drink less pop/eat less junky food. Another one that everyone resolves to do. We'll see how it goes. (i really love dr. pepper.)

3. kiss my hubby more often. This one shouldn't be too hard, he's pretty cute!

4. go to the Temple at least once a month. This is the one that I really want to accomplish.

5. cook at home more, learn more yummy recipes. This one should help with eating less crappy food.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

thoughts on my daughter.

Remember the mother's curse? You know, when you did something dumb as a kid and your parents said something like "I hope someday you have a child that's exactly like you!" My mom must have said that to me a million times. As a child, I thought the mother's curse was silly; I hoped I had a kid like me, I was awesome! And surely, as a parent, I would see the shenanigans that a mini-me would pull as comical, and NEVER get mad at her.

Now I'm a mom. and I have come to the solemn realization that the mother's curse is real. My daughter is exactly like me. Oh no. She is exactly. Like. Me.

To understand where my terror comes from, you have to understand that I was a stinker as a child. I must have secretly liked getting in trouble or something, because I did everything I could to push the limits. My mom would say "Don't touch that, I don't want you to break it." Naturally, I assumed that she meant "See how much touching you can do before I spank you."

Just 30 seconds ago, Portia smacked me in the head with a drumstick. I said "No, No! That hurts mommy!" She grinned, then started slowly poking me with the drumstick in the cheek. When I didn't respond, she poked a little harder. She then went right back to smacking. I took the drumstick away. She ran and pulled a wooden spoon out of the dishwasher and tried to smack me again. See what I mean? Mother's curse.

some thoughts on my life today

1. My hubby is sure workin hard these days. He has finals this week, and i think his brains might fall out from overuse.

2. I have a serious desire to get out of frigid OK and go to Hawaii or some other emerald-watered, white-sanded beach for the rest of the winter.

3. Its crazy to think that Christmas is only a few days away, CRAZY!

4. Today, Portia went to nursery for the 2nd time. When I picked her up after church, the bubbles that were being blown were sticking in her hair. That was cute.

5. I made some de-lish chicken tortilla soup today. Dang, anything else?

6. Portia peed on the couch earlier.

Salon Zen photoshoot