Stinky Mommy....

Today Pickle walked in my room and said "hello stinky mama."

A piece that made me stop and think....hope it does the same to you...

This is an awesome piece.  If you have not read it, take the time to read it now.  If you have read it, take time to read it again! 
                                              

Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate. 

  A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.  

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, ' I love you ' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.
                      George Carlin

Pantry raid.....

Mr. Peanut is the biggest eater I have ever seen.  When he hears us feed Daisy he comes crawling, we have learned to hold him when there is dog food out.  He sneaks dog food in his mouth and you can see his little cheeks chomping.  Other than dog food, he eats things like chili, broccoli, black beans, avocado, pretty much anything you put in front of him.  Pickle didn't know what to think when she saw this one, and Daisy was waiting in line for seconds.

Mr. Santa.....

Santa is going to be at our gym tonight for North Pole night.  I told Pickle and all she can say is "no cinta, no cinta, no cinta."

The day has come.....

So, most of you know that I'm very into clothes.  More so when I was a working gal but clothes are my hobby.  I love piecing together the perfect outfit and, what really gets me off is when I buy something and bring it home to discover it matches perfect with something in my closet.    I love matching.  I get a kick out of finding a assortment of pieces from the same dye lot.  Crazy huh?  Ya know, a shirt that's pink and the exact same pink scarf and so on.  As a kid, my favorite thing was to change outfits.  You can ask my sister, I would leave trails of clothes all over my room and house.

Normally, when I get Pickle dressed I let her pick between two "outfits," yes "outfits."  I have this weird obsession to use pieces and mix and match the pieces.  One day the dress over jeans and the next week the dress layered with something else.  It gives the appearance of having lots of different things and it fills time when I'm bored.  Anyway, she feels proud when she gets to make her selection between the two.  Well, the day has come........Pickle got her outfit on today after a little bit of a struggle.  No biggie, until she got into my sock drawer and picked out a pair of my wild socks and put it over her outfit like leg warmers.  Yes, leg warmers.  I was thinking to myself...phew, at least she picked a pair that matches.   As we were out shopping at JoAnn's she would hike up her leg warmers as far as she could.  It was quite adorable if I may say so myself.  But I was thankful that they did match.  Oh, and the other thing....I was letting her choose at JoAnn's today between monkey fabric for a new room.  I held up two monkey prints, one sea foam green and the other pink.  I sat there is silence, not saying a single word.  I said "lily pick one."  And she picked the pink monkey print and told me that the green one was for Bubba.  I promise, I promise, I promise I have never influenced her in pink whats so ever (even though I love pink).  Ever since I knew Peanut was in my belly we actually stopped buying any girl pj's.  She wears lion, dinosaur red, blue and green to bed with no problems.  But for some reason she knows the difference for her everyday clothes and color preferences.  To be honest, I was secretly hoping she would pick the pink monkey fabric (it's way cuter)!

The other day we went to the gym and she put on 3 plastic glitter headbands over her forehead.  They weren't even touching her hair.  They kept falling into her eyes and it would make her squint.  I watched the monitor as her teacher kept pulling them up and Pickle would pull them down right over her eyes.

The other night she insisted on wearing a bathing suit to bed under her pj's.  This might not sounds so bad until you have 5 seconds notice for potty time.  Oops, just a small accident.

Well, I suppose this is one of those things that I must accept and let her creative side come out.  I want to encourage her and let her discover the possibilities of creating different ensembles.

Believe it or not...

I was able to leave Pickle for 45minutes at the gym's daycare.  I watched her on video monitor and she would go between sucking her thumb (she does it when she is tired or stressed out) to holding her blankie by her face.  The room is split into two sections.  One side is the walking-3yr old side and the other side is separated by a half wall and that is where the babies are.  The entire time she would walk over to the half wall to see her Bubba brother.  A few times I saw her stand on a chair to make sure Bubba was okay.  When I got back to pick her up she said "mama sucker" I promised her a sucker if she didn't cry.  So she must have thought about the dum dum the enitre 45 minutes.  It's funny how independent she is unless we aren't around.

Peanut holds gruges....

The other day P&P were in the tub.  Big P took it upon herself to tell little P to sit down and then she would follow with yanking him down.  This went on for a few minutes until he all of a sudden broke out in tears.  He started screaming and saying "mamamamam"  I pulled him out, went to his room, got him dressed and he was all better.  Big P walked in 15 minutes later to give him a hug when he all of a sudden started reliving the bathtub experience and started crying again.  He kept looking at her with the saddest face I have ever seen.  It took him another good 15 minutes to get over it.  He is the most sensitive little man!

Her social life is more exciting then mine....

We have 3 birthday parties this week alone.  I didn't realize that there were so many 2-3 year old parties.  We have two at My Gym which is pretty darn exciting.  No longer are the days of small celebrations with a paper hat and cupcake.

Pickle said....25m...

This is the stage where Pickle is saying all kinds of funny things.....

A rooster says "how do ya do"

A birthday party is "poo poo party"

Your brother "is nice"

Christmas "cis sis"

And when I ask her about Christmas she always says "Elmo's cis sis, santa dances.....watch peas"

Another funny thing....we went to our cousins birthday party, Doda gave her a ziplock bag of M&M's, she had them in her car-seat, she fell asleep and forgot about them, 2 days later, we went to the car, and she told me "Doda hide chocolate for illy"