Tuesday, October 9, 2012

dirty laundry

so they say a true southern belle never airs her dirty laundry in public.  i am, apparently, not a true southern belle.  this is one week's worth at our house.  ONE WEEK!!!  granted we had a couple of diaper fails at night, so there are a lot more sheets and blankets mixed in, but still.
marley helps me gather all the laundry once a week and piles it all right her for me.  she usually leaves a trail, but i am not gonna criticize help.  especially with laundry.
she wants to be a dancing doctor fireman when she grows up.

the princess of basketball.
i know a lot of parents that have enrolled their kids in school from the time they turned two and i know that works for a lot of people.  but not me.  i've been getting the question a lot lately, from strangers and friends, well, when are you going to put marley into school?  well, she's three for pete's sake.  when did it become necessary for a three year old to read  and write?!  she is so super smart.  i don't think she needs a head start, she is going to blow everybody out of the water.  we read every single day.  we usually have school time where we work on drawing and letters and stuff, but we don't stress it.  we work on imagination and play and fun.  because three is too young to push all this pressure on.  she may go to preschool next year.  she may not.  i'm not going to decide that until we get there.  until then we are going to go about the serious business of play.  also in the bottom picture we are busy playing basketball.  marley has NO IDEA what basketball is other than it is a game played with a ball.  we moved our dining room table off to one side so we could have a nice clear dance/game floor.  so far, if i understand the game correctly, it entails me chasing marley around, her laughing hysterically, and then we brake for a tap dance routine that involves the ball.  she likes to declare, quite often, i win!  and she has crowned herself the princess of basketball.  i like this kind of basketball.
santa dropped an elf off at our house.  no she does not sit on a shelf.

ok i know the socks are ridiculous, but she couldn't get them off and they're what marley brought me.

her new favorite hidey hole.
this girl has grown up sooooo much in the last two or three weeks.  it's like BAM!  all of a sudden she's a little toddler and not a baby.  she walks around most times now.  she still scoots on her butt, but only if she's in a hurry.  she's a climber.  i have got to keep an eye on her.  and she talks all the time.  very emphatically.  it's not english yet but she means business.  and if you aren't paying close enough attention she will put her face right in yours.  it really is adorable.  we got her a potty seat the other day.  found one at the walmarts with simba on it, which was too perfect.  we had started having the problem of pooping in the bathtub.  which, while gross, also completely negates the bath.  so, now she sits on the potty before we put her in the tub.  she LOVES it.  she grins big as you please while sitting on it.  and if you give her a little square of toilet paper she very thoroughly wipes herself and then drops it into the toilet.  she even makes little grunting noises, which is hilarious.  so everytime, and i mean every single time, we go into the bathroom davis has to sit on her potty seat and then brush her teeth.  full on thrombo ensues if you should try to get away without doing one or both of them.  i guess i should be happy that both of my daughters are so keen on hygiene  but every once in a while it would be nice to pee without the circus coming to town.  c'est la vie.  and, in all honesty, i wouldn't change it for the world.
i got all martha stewart/suzi q homemaker today and illustrated once again why it is a good thing ben didn't marry me for my cooking abilities.  i made this:
if you are thinking man that looks nasty, you would be correct.  these were supposed to be some healthy yummy butternut squash muffins.  well, they are made with butternut squash.  as for the rest of it, nope.  somehow they are raw inside and burnt outside.  i blame the recipe.  it calls for a 1/2 pound raw butternut squash.  as i have no sense of weight, but i did have a squash, i just decided to use the whole thing.  i cut it up, de seeded it, shelled it (which really was a pain in the tookus) and then cut it into little pieces, boiled it for 20 minutes, and the pureed it in the food processor.  all that work for crap.  ben told me later (i made them while he was sleeping) that he thinks we had bought a three pound butternut squash.  sooooo, too much squash.  but i mean really, why wasn't there a cup measurement?!  i may try again, b/c they smelled wonderful.
and then there is this bit of awesomeness:
ben starts tomorrow!!!!  i know it doesn't work for everybody, but it just might work for ben and that is reason enough to try.  i am so desperate for him to quit smoking.   so keep your fingers crossed that it works!

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