Not The Favorite
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Graduation Day
My baby graduated preschool today. Nanny, Jon and I went to watch Lauren accept her diploma and kick the crap out of a pinata this morning at the Y. She did such a great job! Walked right up to get her diploma and shake Arthur's hand. Being the rockin mom I am, I forgot my camera and had to rely on Jon's craptacular camera phone. But really, crappy pictures are better than no pictures, right?
The class sang four songs, The Itsy Bitsy Spider, The Giant Spider, Alligator and The Little Green Frog. Enjoy a small portion of Alligator, complete with life-like actions. Ok, the sound doesn't work (not sure why) but you can at least watch the actions.
The class sang four songs, The Itsy Bitsy Spider, The Giant Spider, Alligator and The Little Green Frog. Enjoy a small portion of Alligator, complete with life-like actions. Ok, the sound doesn't work (not sure why) but you can at least watch the actions.
She's such a big little person and we are so proud of her. Way to go Lauren!!
Labels: Lauren
Saturday, May 16, 2009
DIY Plumbers Butt Remover
Lauren has no bum and a tiny waist so keeping her pants up is a constant struggle. I'm either hiking her pants up or telling her to hike her pants up. She doesn't like help going to the bathroom ("I need privacy mummy") so a belt was pretty much out of the question since she can't work the buckle.
And then I had an idea. A velcro belt. So I googled it and sure enough, there is a company out there that makes velcro belts for young kids. A US company that charges exchange, shipping and duty. I've mentioned my financial issues so ordering this belt was out of the question but looking at it further, I thought to myself, I can make that.
And so $5 and 5 minutes later (with help from a friend with a sewing machine), I did. And it's AWESOME!! Now her butt won't hang out AND she won't need help undoing her pants.
Labels: Lauren
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
My! What A Vast Vocabu...FIRE!!!
- At the FredKid fair on Sat, we decided to take Lauren into the smoke house to show her what a real fire might feel like and to show her what to do. Now, you have to understand that for the last month or so, Lauren has been on a real fire kick. If you ask her about it, she’ll go into great detail about not hiding under the bed or in the closet and to GET OUT possibly through a trap door (lol) but not before making sure the door knob isn’t hot and then crawling to safety if it’s smoky or running if it’s not. And to Stop Drop and Roll if she’s on fire, followed by a quick demonstration.
Anyway, we get inside the smoky-filled room and I say “Ok, what do we do?” And she looks at me in front of the fireman and I’m thinking I’m about to show off my super smart kid and she says “I don’t know. Pick me up! I want out.” Damn it…
- Sunday at family dinner, she told everyone that she wanted a new cat named Carly. She plans to open the door to the hall, shoo out Trinity, lead her down the stairs and let her out the door. Once she’s gone, we get a new nice cat. When asked why, she responded, “Sometimes when she’s under the table, she scratches me because she’s surly.”
- Driving home last night after work, we were asking Lauren what she wanted to be when she grew up. Jon and I were tossing out occupations and it went something like this.
Me: “Do you want to take care of animals?”
Lauren: “Yeah!”
Jon: “How about going into space and exploring the stars?”
Lauren: “Sure.”
Me and Jon: “How about driving a bus, or being a teacher? What about a police officer or an acrobat?”
Lauren: “ AHHH!! Too many options!!”
Anyway, we get inside the smoky-filled room and I say “Ok, what do we do?” And she looks at me in front of the fireman and I’m thinking I’m about to show off my super smart kid and she says “I don’t know. Pick me up! I want out.” Damn it…
- Sunday at family dinner, she told everyone that she wanted a new cat named Carly. She plans to open the door to the hall, shoo out Trinity, lead her down the stairs and let her out the door. Once she’s gone, we get a new nice cat. When asked why, she responded, “Sometimes when she’s under the table, she scratches me because she’s surly.”
- Driving home last night after work, we were asking Lauren what she wanted to be when she grew up. Jon and I were tossing out occupations and it went something like this.
Me: “Do you want to take care of animals?”
Lauren: “Yeah!”
Jon: “How about going into space and exploring the stars?”
Lauren: “Sure.”
Me and Jon: “How about driving a bus, or being a teacher? What about a police officer or an acrobat?”
Lauren: “ AHHH!! Too many options!!”
Labels: Lauren
