April 30, 2006

Monkey See

As I sit here, typing, Kulia is at my feet with her very own keyboard. Yes, our small willfull child has broken us and we have given her her very own computer keyboard to pound on. Now, when I type up here, she settles at my feet to mimic me.
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At least for a while. Having tired of typing, she is now diligently removing all the paper from the printer tray and strewing it around the room. And there goes the tray itself! I think this child was genetically engineered to inflict the maximum amount of damage per pound of cuteness possible.

Oh well, that's all the paper in the printer. She is now attempting to scale up my leg and has acutally managed to get her leg over the base of the arm rest. I must go before she...

Darn it. Too late.

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April 25, 2006

Never

There are three things I will never say about myself in front of my girls:

I am fat.

I am ugly.

I hate the way I look.

We all have bad days when we hate something about ourselves, but I will not teach my girls to worry about their weight or looks. The beauty I see in them runs much deeper than their skin. A girl who loves herself glows in a way that all the make-up and diet pills can never begin to compete with. So when I was changing this morning and Leina looked at me and said, "mommy, your tummy is so pretty," I did not correct her. I did not point out the streach marks, the gallbladder scars or the extra fat gigglying in the morning light. Instead, I patted by round belly and said, "oh, thank you Leina, I think it's pretty too."

Never. Never. Never.

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April 22, 2006

Girl Power

Leina loves to watch Cinderella.

Well, that isn't entirely true.

Leina loves to watch parts of Cinderella. Being the kind and empathetic soul she is, Leina refuses to watch any part of the movie with the mean step-mother or step-sisters. She can't stand watching anyone be mean to Cinderella and gets hysterical and upset if we even suggest watching those scenes. So we start the movie about 2/3rds of the way through when the fairy godmother appears to sing Bibbity Bobbity Boo. Leina loves to watch the magic transformation of the pumpkin, mice, horse and dog and, of course, when the prince sees Cinderella and falls in love.

I'm always a bit leery about the whole Disney princess stuff. You know, girls sitting around being beautiful waiting to be rescued by a handsome prince. It's a bit passive and shallow in my mind. I'm all for hanging out in your grubbies and calling up guys instead of sitting around fully primped and waiting for the phone to ring. But I try to come to peace with the whole "rescue me" fairy tale. So imagine my surprise and delight tonight when Leina turned to me and said...

"Mommy, I don't need a fairy godmother."

"You don't?" I replied, surprised.

"No mommy, I don't need any magic. I can just walk to the ball myself." Leina told me, nodding her head wisely.

Yes! That's my girl! Who needs a magic godmother when you've got your own two feet and a good internal compass? Further questioning revealed that she planned on getting her dress from Target and not losing her shoes. Disney may have some sway but it sure is nice to know that she's learning a bit of wisdom from her old mom as well!

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April 21, 2006

Birthday Dinner

Kevin had to work late today so the girls took me out for a birthday dinner. We headed to the best mac & cheese joint in town and chowed down. We had mac and cheese hands, cheeks, mouths, hair and clothing. It was awesome. Just the girls having a Friday night out on the town.

Kulia continues to work on her amazon yell. I did not dare trust her to feed herself the mac, but this did not deter her one bit. She would let out a rebel yell whenever I needed to shovel another fork full into her mouth and then she would sit there contently gumming her way away. Leina discovered the salt and pepper shakers and since it was a special celebration, I pretended to turn a blind eye while she sprinkled everything in sight. I feel very sorry for the bus boy who had to clean up after us so I left a large tip to cover the damage we'd caused.

Leina helped Kevin pick out my present this year and it was a giant bird feeder for the back yard. Only problem, they forgot the bird food. However, that can be easily rectified.

I can say with 100% confidence that 32 was a great year in my llife. For this next year, all I would change would be a little more sleep. Here's hoping!

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April 11, 2006

Except

Kulia has pretty much turned the corner and is a full time walker now. Except, of course, if she sees something really interesting. Then she drops to all fours and goes into four wheel drive crawl/sprint mode. And let me tell you, this kid hauls diaper.

Of course, the most interesting thing in the world for her right now is the video camera. Although she has been walking for the last week, I have yet to catch any footage of this event. Instead, I have about 45 minutes of her spying the camera, dropping to crawl mode, and then gumming the lens with her super saliva. No matter what I try, I can't catch her walking. I have, however, gone through a large amount of lens cleaner. That baby spit is something else.

Kevin was attempting to hold Kulia down to change her diaper this afternoon when he gave up the battle and let her crawl away with a naked bottom. He turned to me, exasperated, and said, "I have a feeling you were just like this as a child. Easy going unless crossed and then pure trouble." At first I was offended. However, truth is an absolute defense so I couldn't really retaliate. Secretly, I have to agree with Kevin. I think Kulia may look like Kev but she's a little spit fire like her mom.

Thankfully, Kulia continues to be a sleeping champ. We have a new ritual in our house. At 2pm, we put Leina down for nap and then Kulia and I head to my bedroom. We turn on FoodNetwork and Kulia plays on the bed with various non-toys (Kevin's glasses, a bottle of aspirin, nail clipper, but no earplugs thankyouverrynuch!). At 2:30, Rachael Ray's 30 Minute Meals comes on. I am not kidding when I say that when Kulia hears the intro music for this show, she grabs Patches (her blankie), finds her thumb and snuggles in next to me. We lie together on the bed and watch Rachael dice, slice and cook and by the first commerial break, Kulia is out cold. I snuggle her, kiss her soft head, smell her baby neck, and stroke her little fingers that are entwined with her blanket. On the second commercial break, I gently pick her up and carry her to her crib and am back in time to catch the end of the show. It's wonderful.

I snapped a picture of her zonked out on the bed and will try and cajole Kevin into putting it on this entry. This child is too cute for words. You must see the photo for yourself.



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