2/23/2009

Happy, er, Fat Tuesday. My mom is giving up her waistline for Lent.






(P.S. This is the 25 week profile. Hard to believe there are 15 more weeks of growing left, but c'est vrai).

2/22/2009

Do fairies really exist? I put together an expedition team to find out.


Josey led the adventure, Orion made sure we hung together and I kept my eyes peeled from the back to make sure we didn't miss anything.
Any Fairies in the creek?
Fairies like to live in trees, so this is a good place to look.
We decided, over pears, hot cocoa and pb and j that yes, there are such things as fairies. Absolutely.





2/13/2009

My LA peeps are in town, so I'm showing off what I got. My research prior to Miguel's arrival clued me into his appreciation of all things punk rock, so I performed accordingly. Seemed to work.

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2/08/2009

This weekend, we made sushi (fishless, due to mercury levels not conducive to a growing fetus--or kiddo or mom and dad, for that matter...)

and Valentine Cards.

Then went to a women's basketball game, which I found utterly boring--I'm cheering for the band here. I had zero interest in the whole running, ball, dribble, toss aspect of the evening,
but forgave my mom the bad date idea when she took me out for hot chocolate.


A valentine for every kiddo in my pre-school class... here's the naming of just a few.
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2/06/2009

This will be very unexciting to most of you, but for those of you who remember the terrible cupboards hanging down (right about where Nona's hands and head are pictured here), you'll noticed that they are GONE! Actually, the best part is that they, and their necessary storage space, are not gone, but now found on the other side of the island (on right of picture). Our house feels so much bigger without this obtrusive disturbance of sight line...a minor change with massive results.


And, we've been painting... Here are some pics that give you an idea of our color themes, if the term can be used so loosely.

2/05/2009

My New Room!




2/04/2009

A few fun moments, quirks and antics of Winona Lou these days, Or, A Word is Worth a Thousand Pictures:

Let's just start with the confession and get it out of the way: I have a swear word. When I get frustrated, I say "My Dangit!" I repeat it over and over until I get a rise out of mom or dad, but it usually takes awhile because they are trying to hide their amusement and it takes them a bit to compose themselves.

I have a new room! It's purple and green and twice the size of my last one. I am feeling quite proud and have decided that it's such a big girl room that I'm simply not going to wet the bed, anymore. One cannot sleep in a big girl room and maintain such toddler-like habits.

Telling stories is a great way to captivate mom and dad for long periods of time. I've learned to give them a choice, so they feel empowered and in conrol of the situation. It goes a little something like this: "Do you want to hear about the happy little girl, the duck in the pond or the piano?" They make a choice and I launch into a terrific tale.

At the moment, I'm sick. Nasty cough and a little fever. I'm keeping my spirits up and finding that being sick isn't so bad. I got to watch a lot of Sesame Street. It inspired me to lovingly
declare, "Mommy and Daddy, it's a beautiful day in the new TV room."

Spelling is not nearly as hard as everyone makes it out to be. I like to give mom and dad pop quizzes such as "Q-R-C-T-S-O, what's that spell?" (Mom answers with silly things that sound like "qrctso" and so I have to break it to her that "No, mom. That's not it.")

I'm getting very good at my (unsolicited!) Pleases and Thank Yous these days. Excuse Me's have to wait until my laughing fit is over because I find burps and "fluffs" incredibly funny. So does Dad. Mom gets this "look," so I just focus on Dad.

Snuggle time is still my favorite time of day and I ask for it morning, noon and night. I nestle into the nooks and crannies of any body who will sit with me (I'm partial to Mom and Dad, but Bodhi or Lucy will do in a pinch). Mom's nooks and crannies are getting a little difficult to navigate these days, but I'm still pretty excited about this little brother or sister. (When asked "brother or sister" I almost always answer "brother," when the choice is "boy or girl," I am sure it's a girl... so I've narrowed it down as much as anyone!)

That's all for now. Bedtime! Love to everyone...
What's better than ONE singing three year old? TWENTY singing three year olds!
"Bubble Bubble POP!"
"Alice the camel has TWO humps!"
"UP goes the drawbridge, UP goes the drawbridge"