It snowed yesterday. Not a few random flakes that 2 percent of us saw. Lots of flakes for a few hours that stuck and covered green flourishing things, like my basil and chili peppers. In other news, I noticed the snow when I looked outside the hospital window in the room where Kristen was pushing out baby Richard...who is now born. 8 lbs. 9 oz. He's cute. I'll post pictures later.
Flannery has begun a very common habit for little girls. Talking instead of doing what you're supposed to be doing. I'm doing it right now.
But, the funniest time is when she's sitting on the porcelain throne and one of her parents is waiting patiently for her to go potty so that we can go on with our day. She begins talking to her captive audience instead of doing her business. "Mama got a sweater on? I need some munch. Where'd Papa go? I go trinkle. (does that qualify as lying?) Where's Angel? Ridley's baptized. Where's Miss Krista? " Etc. The other day, after exhausting all of her many conversation topics while her patient Papa waited, she finally grabbed at the last straw she could find, waving her arms generously, she shouted, "Look at ALLLL my towels!"
About a week ago, I put her to bed at 8 and went to do some things in the kitchen. I noticed an hour later that I hadn't heard a peep out of her, which was unusual. There's usually more verbal stalling at bedtime than any other time of day. So, I went to check on my sweet cherub, who I earnestly believed would be sleeping in her bed. I opened her door and this is what I saw: The light was on, all of her clothes had been pulled out of their drawers and were ALL over the room, the blankets from her bed were more in the closet than on the bed. Flannery was sitting on her bed like a queen serenely reigning over the chaos below, she was wearing her swimsuit, had wet the bed, and looked up at my face without a trace of guilt and said, "Hi mama!"
As our Lost-watching fest continues (we're finally beginning season 4) Brendan has decided to call it "Baggage."
Flannery has begun a very common habit for little girls. Talking instead of doing what you're supposed to be doing. I'm doing it right now.
But, the funniest time is when she's sitting on the porcelain throne and one of her parents is waiting patiently for her to go potty so that we can go on with our day. She begins talking to her captive audience instead of doing her business. "Mama got a sweater on? I need some munch. Where'd Papa go? I go trinkle. (does that qualify as lying?) Where's Angel? Ridley's baptized. Where's Miss Krista? " Etc. The other day, after exhausting all of her many conversation topics while her patient Papa waited, she finally grabbed at the last straw she could find, waving her arms generously, she shouted, "Look at ALLLL my towels!"
About a week ago, I put her to bed at 8 and went to do some things in the kitchen. I noticed an hour later that I hadn't heard a peep out of her, which was unusual. There's usually more verbal stalling at bedtime than any other time of day. So, I went to check on my sweet cherub, who I earnestly believed would be sleeping in her bed. I opened her door and this is what I saw: The light was on, all of her clothes had been pulled out of their drawers and were ALL over the room, the blankets from her bed were more in the closet than on the bed. Flannery was sitting on her bed like a queen serenely reigning over the chaos below, she was wearing her swimsuit, had wet the bed, and looked up at my face without a trace of guilt and said, "Hi mama!"
As our Lost-watching fest continues (we're finally beginning season 4) Brendan has decided to call it "Baggage."