Personal Cinema

Sometimes my boy likes to watch a movie like this.

He's cute.

That's all.

Lil' School Buds

D, H and J go to nursery school together three days a week.

Pretty sure they are the cutest things ever.

Quote of the Day

H just pointed to his friend's coloring page and said:

"Look! He has same-same!"

This is a sure sign my boy has been raised overseas. Ha!

Made by Me Monday

Today was project day. And that means that all 'normal' duties and chores get postponed and all possible time is applied toward a project. (Read: House becomes insanely messy because small toddling girl is permitted to get into anything and everything because Mommy just wants to be able to finish something substantial by the end of the day.)

Got the picture?

Thought so.

I won't show you pictures of what my daughter accomplished today but I will show you pictures of what I accomplished!



Do you know what they are?



Um. Personalized travel bags?

Ya know... to throw all the small bits and bobs in when you're traveling around the world.



Now I can just throw H's small socks and baseball hat and toddler undies in his zipper bag and I don't have to dig through 50 pounds of other various clothing and miscellaneous paraphernalia while I'm trying to dress him in the morning in a tiny hotel room. I just reach for his easily-spotted bag, unzip it, and pull out the needed item.

I'm so smart.

But ask me in a few months how they actually worked out.

I take that back. Don't ask me. Cause you don't really care. And I'm okay with that.

Really, I am.



Don't tell Mike that his doesn't exactly scream 'I'M A MANLY TRAVEL BAG.'

But don't judge him, we ain't got no JoAnn fabrics here people. But we do have my friend Lucy, who is really generous with her super cute fabrics! Thanks Lucy!



Mine seems to be the largest.

This is probably a good thing.



Here are the other two things I made.



This is cause my daughter has strong feelings about her drinks.

When she wants 'em... she wants 'em.

And when she's done... she's really done and she wants the cup/bottle away from her. Like... far out of sight, and she'll throw them with great gusto if she decides they are no longer worthy to be in her presence. She's a passionate girl. I wouldn't get on her wrong side if I were you.

So this way, if she suddenly goes from happily guzzling her bottle as we're strolling her through an airport to feeling like that darn bottle is now her arch enemy and must be cast out of sight to the diseased floor... theeeeeeen the handy dandy strap I sewed today will rescue it from being lost forever because Mom and Dad were trying to find the correct gate or chasing big brother down the people mover or doing how-many-carry-ons-are-we-currently-carrying math or straining their eyes to spot a Starbucks or wondering "Huh, where's that guy from?" or trying to do exchange rate math in their heads or tying shoes or rubbing sleep from their eyes or doing time-zone math and didn't happen to see baby sister toss the bottle from the stroller.



Good idea, huh?

Finally!!

Yesterday, it became official...

MY GIRLIE IS WALKING!!

Please humor me and at least pretend to look at this very long sequence of photos.

Well, even if you don't want to humor me, I'll never know, will I? Whether or not you look... I can list three ladies who are certain to gush over each one.

1. Grandma
2. Grammi
3. My forty-seven year old self. (That's how old I'll be when my girlie uses her walkin' legs to march in her High School Graduation Ceremony... Waaaaahhhh!!)

Aanyway, here we go.



Standing up without holding onto anything... She JUST started doing this too!



She's gettin' ready...



Here she comes!



She's so stinkin' happy with herself.



Weeeeeeee!



She's a bit teeter tottery...



Whoops!



Take 2.



Here we go.



Focus.



Uh oh...



Nice save girly!



Gettin' closer.



Looking so big!



Yaaaaaaay!

She sure did take her time learning but now she's on her feet just three days shy of her 15 month mark.

I'm so proud of my big girl. Life just got a bit more fun, if that was even possible...

But wait.

I thought I was done with this post, posted it and continued to edit pics but I CAN'T HELP IT...

I have to post more.

It's not physically possible to stop myself right now.

She is just TOO. STINKIN'. CUTE. It's her own excitment in this sequence that really gets me. She is so proud of herself! And her tongue. It's her sweet little tongue o' determination that also gets me...















Okay. Aren't you glad I posted more? Uh huh. Sure you are.

Now this is the end.

For real this time.

After I tell you, that is, how much I love my daughter.

I love her more than life itself.

The end.

Or is it just the beginning...

Tissue Fun

We don't buy paper towels here but I do put a box of tissues in one of my kitchen drawers to serve kinda the same purpose. Sorta. Kinda.

Recently, N figured out that she can reach those tissues.



Reach



and pull



and 'blow'



and toss.



Reach



and pull



and blow



and toss.

My my her nose is runny, wouldn't you say?



Then she spontaneously crumbled into a ball on the floor



to throw a fit fit for a two year old, not for my lil' one year old... Can you see her face? Just look at her...

Don't ask me why she's threw a fit. I am her mother, not a psychic. There was honest-to-goodness not a good reason that I could identify.

Also, don't ask me about her outfit. I am her mother, not a fashion designer and I have no comment.

Playmate Today

H had a playmate this morning. We did many fun things together (and Mama still got some of her own stuff done too!)



Stickers masterpieces. Nice.



Followed by an outing to feed the tortoise at the Guest House.



A trip to the ducaan (store) to buy snacks. This was followed by much running, jumping and skipping up and down this brick ramp. Who knew the ducaan could be SO much fun?

(not me)

(until now)

(and now I know)



Scratch 'n sniff painting! Big hit. Got that idea here.



Sandbox. Always fun.



Play-dough creations.



And a lunch little boys dream of...