Lion Slippers: A Haiku

A season has come and gone.
Lion shoes too small.
Slow down, Baby Ross, slow down.

Baby Ross's 6 Month Pics

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Enjoy! You're gonna wanna eat him up.

I tried!

Well faithful readers...I had one HECK of a new blog posting ready to rock...when my husband caught a glimpse of what I was writing about and told me to "sit on it" for a few days. So, much to my chagrin...I saved it as a draft and waited to post it. Sure enough. It was not blog-appropriate. Thank you, husband, for serving as a filter. It just may be a little too personal for former students, some family members, and certain co-workers to read about. *Sigh*

So, I leave you with this...Baby Boobies! Aren't they great?

P.S. If you're a faithful reader and you wanna read my post...I'll email it to ya! :c)

Funnies

She didn't even know were were watching......but obviously something was really interesting in these Funnies...so Jeremy stood in the kitchen and kept snapping pics with his phone.
Here's the result:

You'd never know the girl can't read.

Table for Two

Margaret and I enjoy our time together in the summers. We especially enjoy eating times. Well, I say "we" but it's probably more "me" than "we." I've posted many-a-post centered around eating times...like here, here, and here. It's just a sweet time where I have Margaret's undivided attention and she has mine. We talk without the interruption of the tv or the distraction of the items we're playing with (her--toys, me--computer).

Here's my Margaret enjoying said lunchtime.

As you can see, this summer I found myself taking pictures with my phone an awful lot. I liked snapping a cute face Ross was making or capturing a moment shared by sister and brother. So of course, our eating times were no exception to the picture taking. However, our special lunch times got even more fun this summer...not because of the picture taking...but because of the way our food came to us on the plate. Picture taking allowed us to be able to email our pics to daddy right away so that he could enjoy the silly faces we were devouring.

And now, I share them with you!


Pointy pickle ears. Blackberries for the eyes. Turkey rolls for the smile.





The Margs likes this...



The tortillas make a nice feathered hair style in this next shot...pulled off to the side by a tortilla chip bow. Please notice the bangs.

My lunch with a tortilla sailor cap.





Margaret, still in her jammies and sporting her VBS necklace, approves of this plate creation.





Halfway through this meal she asks me if she finishes all her food could she PLEASE have some lettuce. Why sure thing, Margs...




What's a lunch creation without a quesadilla kitty cat?



Approval is granted. Quesadilla kitty cat is discussed for days post-lunch.





And our most recent creation enjoyed just today features Margaret's new love--relish. She calls them the little pickles and requests a spoon to aide in her consumption. I love her.

**Please do not judge me for the types of food I feed my kid. Please note that a fruit is eaten at every meal (except for the cat day??) and that we do not always have chicken nuggets--but they do make for a lovely picture.

I've Done My Job

Well...as Margaret grows I can see the fruits of Jeremy and I's labor. She's a really great kid: polite, creative, pretty obedient, etc. But nothing confirmed my job well-done as a mother better than my TWO experiences today...

1) Belk

So I'm at Belk looking for a wedges: brown pair and black pair (friends please keep your eyes out for these types of shoes...I really need them for work and I have limited opportunities to shop). I am digging through their clearance stuff. I'm refusing to feed Margaret a snack in order to keep her happy...so I hand her one box of shoes at a time. She takes the box and she's trying the shoes on over her sandals. She's having a GREAT time and each box gives me about 4 minutes of uninterrupted digging. After doing this for awhile...Margaret looks up at me and in a very loud voice announces, "I LOVE to try on shoes, Mommy!" Good girl, Margaret...good girl!



2) Playtime

Margaret tells me she wants to play with her animals. This usually means putting them in her Fisher Price doll house and making them do human things--play on the computer, go to the bathroom, watch tv, etc. Example featured below:



So, as I'm getting down on the floor to play with her I say, "Margaret, let's have your animals go on a grand adventure! Where shall they go?" Her eyes get bright and a smile spreads across her face as she excitedly says..."I know, Mommy...let's have them go to Target!"






My heart is big and proud tonight, my friends. My heart is big and proud.

OC Mom Tip #1

Do you ever have those moments when you think of something and you decide that that was probably a helpful idea and you want to share it with others but you don't want to sound like a braggart? Also, is your life dream to help others be more organized but you don't want to force yourself onto people and give unsolicited organizational advice? If so, then you're probably an OC mom like me. No, not Orange County...I do not have the body nor the wallet to establish residency there. Obsessive Compulsive is the OC I'm referencing. So, since this is my blog and I'm trying to use it as a conduit to being a better mother (milestone-tracking, sharing thoughts about my kids, posting chronological pictures, etc), I'll share with you some of my OC helpful tips.

Here's the first one:

Keep a box of trash bags stashed next to/near each of your trash cans. I have 13 gallon-sized trashcans in most of my rooms (diaper pail, trashcan in kids' closets, my bathroom, under the kitchen sink, etc). I purchase a box of 13 gallon-sized trash bags for each of these rooms. Then, when I notice that one trash can is too full, I can immediately empty it and place a new trash bag in the can. I don't have to make extra trips to get new bags and I don't have to remember that the ____ trash can needs emptying. I can take care of the chore immediately and move on to the next task.

There...does everyone already do that or is that a helpful tip? Or, you can say it if you're thinking it, is that too anal-retentive for me to let America know this tip? Maybe I should keep it to myself?