Well, wait a minute now.
Let me just check the fit now...
Let me see...
Yeah! I think these can work... 
Okay. Easy does it....
Let me just check the fit now...
Perfect-O.
And as the saying goes, "If the shoe fits- Wear it!"
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
How to Bee cute...
My five year old daughter has had a lot on her mind lately about a certain small little something.
Something that she is both fascinated by and fearful of all at the same time.
I am not sure why this is coming up again 2 years later, but I believe it originated when my son (who was nearly 2 at the time) was stung by a bee in his eye. Apparently that made quite an impression on my daughter because nearly 2 years later, she is still talking about it. And lately- given her exploding curiosity with (what seems like) absolutely everything and how everything works, she has been quite curious about bees.
The other night, one of these curiosity Q & A's turned into massive tears, as she tried to wrap her mind around why it is that bees sting and, more importantly, how she could avoid ever getting stung. In all honesty, I am just about the worst person to ask about bees... I dislike bees very much. People always say, "Oh, just wave them away- they won't bother you." Well, those people are lying. I've tried that. Nope. I swear, it has happened more than once, a bee has smelled my "fear" from a mile away and flown directly to me, landed on my arm and just stung me out of spite. I've tried that "be cool and they'll leave you alone" and it hasn't worked. I've been known to hop out of my seat at an outdoor picnic faster than you can say, "pass the chips" and run away squealing like a little girl, at the mere site of a bee buzzing near.
BUT- of course I am not going to tell the truth to my already fearful daughter. The truth that bees really are just out to sting you. So, I perpetuated the "lie" and told her that bees are nice and they make honey and we can all just get a long with a little tolerance - you know - all that stuff.
Unconvinced and undettered, the questions continued on. More than anything, she was looking for a promise that she'd never get stung by a bee. Since I couldn't guarantee that, I tried to explain all the ways to avoid being stung. "Just be friendly," I told her. Bees only sting when they are scared and they think that you are going to hurt them."
Through her tears, she looked at me and asked, "Mom? Can I smile at the bee? Then it won't sting, right? Yeah- I'll just smile at it." And with that, she had resolved her own problem.
Oh.... my dear- if only life were so simple. But if that wasn't the cutest thing I had ever heard.
Until a few days later, when she said this...
Asking more questions about bees and how they make honey and how the colonies "work" - she expressed much interest in the "Queen" bee. Finally, she interuppted my husband and asked,
"So, Daddy- what does she wear?"
Daddy: "What do you mean, honey? What does 'who' wear?"
Grace: "The Queen!... Does she wear a crown? A robe? What does she wear?"
Thank you, Grace- for an entirely perfect "bloggable" moment. May you read this in 20 years and laugh about how incredibly sweet and full of wonder you were.
Something that she is both fascinated by and fearful of all at the same time.
I am not sure why this is coming up again 2 years later, but I believe it originated when my son (who was nearly 2 at the time) was stung by a bee in his eye. Apparently that made quite an impression on my daughter because nearly 2 years later, she is still talking about it. And lately- given her exploding curiosity with (what seems like) absolutely everything and how everything works, she has been quite curious about bees.
The other night, one of these curiosity Q & A's turned into massive tears, as she tried to wrap her mind around why it is that bees sting and, more importantly, how she could avoid ever getting stung. In all honesty, I am just about the worst person to ask about bees... I dislike bees very much. People always say, "Oh, just wave them away- they won't bother you." Well, those people are lying. I've tried that. Nope. I swear, it has happened more than once, a bee has smelled my "fear" from a mile away and flown directly to me, landed on my arm and just stung me out of spite. I've tried that "be cool and they'll leave you alone" and it hasn't worked. I've been known to hop out of my seat at an outdoor picnic faster than you can say, "pass the chips" and run away squealing like a little girl, at the mere site of a bee buzzing near.
BUT- of course I am not going to tell the truth to my already fearful daughter. The truth that bees really are just out to sting you. So, I perpetuated the "lie" and told her that bees are nice and they make honey and we can all just get a long with a little tolerance - you know - all that stuff.
Unconvinced and undettered, the questions continued on. More than anything, she was looking for a promise that she'd never get stung by a bee. Since I couldn't guarantee that, I tried to explain all the ways to avoid being stung. "Just be friendly," I told her. Bees only sting when they are scared and they think that you are going to hurt them."
Through her tears, she looked at me and asked, "Mom? Can I smile at the bee? Then it won't sting, right? Yeah- I'll just smile at it." And with that, she had resolved her own problem.
Oh.... my dear- if only life were so simple. But if that wasn't the cutest thing I had ever heard.
Until a few days later, when she said this...
Asking more questions about bees and how they make honey and how the colonies "work" - she expressed much interest in the "Queen" bee. Finally, she interuppted my husband and asked,
"So, Daddy- what does she wear?"
Daddy: "What do you mean, honey? What does 'who' wear?"
Grace: "The Queen!... Does she wear a crown? A robe? What does she wear?"
Thank you, Grace- for an entirely perfect "bloggable" moment. May you read this in 20 years and laugh about how incredibly sweet and full of wonder you were.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Jam session...
Our little baby girl is a budding pianist.
Okay, well, not really. BUT- I will say in all honesty that she does seem to really be enamored with the piano, and with music in general. If someone starts singing a tune, it's a sure bet that you will hear her little pip squeek voice humming in the background, trying to "sing" along.
Now, there are many other times that I am not sitting at the piano that she will sneak in the piano room and start "playing" herself. And, truth be told- she's not half bad (for an 18 month old baby, that is). She never bangs the keys. She always carefully touches one key at a time and tries to string along the notes and sometimes it even sounds like music!
And while I relish those few moments while she's sitting quietly at the piano, the perfect picture of angelic sweetness, the fact that by nature she truly is a crazy energetic, spunky, height lovin' toddler, it's not long before her impulses take over...
Okay, well, not really. BUT- I will say in all honesty that she does seem to really be enamored with the piano, and with music in general. If someone starts singing a tune, it's a sure bet that you will hear her little pip squeek voice humming in the background, trying to "sing" along.
And when I sit down to play piano, she comes flying over and crawls up on my lap. It is awfully difficult to play piano, turn sheet music and try to play the right notes with my little munchkin sitting on my lap. But I find it so endearing I always let her stay.
Now, there are many other times that I am not sitting at the piano that she will sneak in the piano room and start "playing" herself. And, truth be told- she's not half bad (for an 18 month old baby, that is). She never bangs the keys. She always carefully touches one key at a time and tries to string along the notes and sometimes it even sounds like music! 
And while I relish those few moments while she's sitting quietly at the piano, the perfect picture of angelic sweetness, the fact that by nature she truly is a Until slowly but surely...
She's back to doing what she does best...
CLIMBING!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
You are not welcome here...
No.
Not YOU! (reading my post)
YOU....
Let's take a closer look, shall we?
Ah HA! There you are. I see you peeking.
It's one thing to peek. And yet a WHOLE other ball game when you wake me up at 4:45 a.m.
Every morning.
And continue your nonsense all throughout the entire day.
So, here is a message for you, in case you haven't gotten it already from the posters of "people faces" I've put up in the window to try to scare you away.
Stop...
Banging...
INTO MY WINDOW!!!
Not YOU! (reading my post)
YOU....
Let's take a closer look, shall we?
Ah HA! There you are. I see you peeking.
It's one thing to peek. And yet a WHOLE other ball game when you wake me up at 4:45 a.m.
Every morning.
And continue your nonsense all throughout the entire day.
So, here is a message for you, in case you haven't gotten it already from the posters of "people faces" I've put up in the window to try to scare you away.
Stop...
Banging...
INTO MY WINDOW!!!
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