I had a good laugh...

I'll admit, this may only be funny to me as so many things in life are, but I was buying something online (in fact, I'm still in the check out process as I type) and one of the steps in the check out process is: 

 

Please enter the birthdate and gender of the children you shop for most often

 

Now, you may be reading this asking yourself and the skies above, "why is that so funny?",  "Has she lost her mind?", and/or  "I still do not get her sense of humor and lack thereof," but I will answer "not at all." 

Read it again.

 

"The children you shop for most often."  As in, you don't shop for the rest of your offspring.  As in, picking favorites.  As in, you only buy for one or two and not all of the above.  Okay, well I found it funny.  So while you argue favorites and hand-me-downs and such, I'll continue laughing.

 

And for those who laughed with me, thanks for your avid support.

She's a Rockstar, Baby

We may never know where this notion came from (like so many that enter her genius brain), but on March 31, Bailey announced that she was a rockstar named Spongebob Squarepants (again with that pesky yellow square) and that she played a guitar (but it looked a lot like a grey remote control to me) and rocked out in Princess boots that she proudly told me she had just bought at the store the day prior.  Funny, I remembered getting them on clearance last year.

 

She summoned me into the living room to watch her concert which was "starting in three minutes."  The rockstar rocked out on a stage sponsored by Rubbermaid.  It took all I had to not laugh hysterically.  I do not expect the same self control from you.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I figured you'd laugh.

 

aoljpictureUpload, aoljpictureUpload_4

So Sad

We were on our way home and to explain just how important it was to get there in a quick fashion (as in no other stops anywhere else), I simply told Bailey we had to get there because Fudge was sad.  She pondered this and asked a couple questions like, "when people get sad, do they cry?"  She answered for me.  I asked her if she ever gets really sad and according to her, boy, she gets really sad.

 

"Yeah like when I get sad when Spongebob and Gary are supposed to come over and play but they don't.  That makes me really sad and I cry because I miss them."

 

She went into extremely rich details concerning this, but I was far too busy dry heaving over the fact that Spongebob Squarepants has made it into yet another discussion with my child.  Sigh.

The inhumanity of it all

With having a new puppy comes training and lots of usage of the word, "no."  It's like getting a brand spankin' new toddler.  One of her naughty little tricks is knocking over the kitchen trash can.  This is not an admirable trait.  This is not an acceptable trait.  This is an aggravating trait.

 

So after a couple occurrences, a punishment had to be exacted.

 

If you remember (well, if you knew us then), when we trained our feline Aerial all those many, many years ago, we used the ever humane device appropriately named The Zap Mat.  It was the coolest little gray sheet of a tool that  would inflict a slight twinge of shock into whatever touched it.  Either the cat learned her lesson or just was always well-behaved.  We tend to assume the best.  And although we joked about using it during Bailey's toddler training, we honestly never did, just thought really seriously hard about it.

 

Well, since we still had it gathering dust in the basement, we brought it up for some fun.  It'd lived a lonely enough life, so it was due time for it to relive its glory days.

 

We explained in grave detail to Miss Bailey on how important it was to not touch it and that it would zap her.  She's a curious child after all.  We made sure she understood and she would gladly remind you of its powers and "that it would really, really hurt you."  And Fudge can contest to that because although we haven't witnessed her sneaking in to knock the ecru mass of filth over, we have heard her yelp a pitiful cry that the whole neighborhood could probably recall hearing once or twice.  We'll continue leaving it in its place for a little longer though just to make sure its lesson has stuck.

 

Then out of the spontaneous blue, Bailey spoke of how it zapped her big toe, but not her whole foot and that it hurt.  "But it didn't zap all of me."  Apparently she told Rob and I this same tale at separate times, making us both wonder whether this was a possibly true event or a concocted one.

 

We're going to just go with the "healthy imagination" excuse.

 

Well, she asked for a little brother...

But then a little sister came to be instead.  She can't be too picky, right?  Sisters...brothers...they're all the same.  Okay, so maybe not.  But for argument's sake, we'll pretend it all is.

I know, I said "no more," but surprises happen.  People get bitten by the spontaneity bug and before you ask yourself, "what was I thinking?" you're in for a whole new responsibility.

 

So our house is now welcoming another pitter patter of little feet. 

 

 

Weighing in at less than five pounds, not all that long and as cute as can be came our newest addition, arriving in a basket fresh from the stork.  Meet Izabella Fudge Hudson, named Fudge by the anxious and proud big sister.  First she named her Callie, but a day later she awoke with the firm decision that her little sister is named Fudge and so it's sticking, despite the fact that option wasn't on any lists we had personally offered.

 

 

Big sister Aerial is shockingly more tolerant than we had ever considered and Kaitlin is as casual.  Bailey is thrilled.

 

 

We are too.

 

 

 

 

 

She is our princess after all

On Saturday, Bailey had the day any modern little princess would have enjoyed.  She went to see the Disney Princesses on Ice.  It was a surprise, yet somehow she knew she was going.  She told us so that morning.  How? We may never know.  We barely even knew.  It was a spontaneous venture on our parts, but apparently planned on hers.

 

Later that day while playing in the backyard with her father, the Princess played the role very well, by her own standards, of course.  She told Daddy she was a Princess, and she hunted down dragons in the kingdom, riding a horse that resembled a plastic toy rake, using a sword and wearing imaginary armor and spoke of how her (imaginary) helmet had been broken.  The mission of the brave princess was to rescue Prince Daddy from the deck which she did effortlessly, yet dramatically.

 

Just another day in the life of an ordinary princess, I'm sure.

Cleverness has escaped me

Actually, I think it's time.  Time just won't stay put.  Funny how that works, really.

 

I had so many clever headlines and entries thought out before our Disney trip from two weeks ago, and then more to come as we returned, and as you can tell, none of them have been added yet.  Continue to be patient with me, please.  It's greatly appreciated.