I gave birth to Spiderman

Or Spidergirl in this case.

 

She has some super powers, that child, and sometimes I believe it's possible that she's part spider, or at least can walk up walls; because I returned to the deck after being inside for a mere seconds to find my child staring at me from the OTHER side of the railing.  And if you have no clue what this means, this means she was on the OTHER side of the railing.  Okay, so THAT means she climbed up the lattice work.  ALL the way up.

And I'd like to tell you this is the first time we've had to get after her for such an act, but at the speed she climbed down and the fear in her eyes for being caught doing it, I assure you it wasn't at all.  Just hopefully it is indeed the last time.

Creativity in time for Mother's Day

Bailey signed each of her cards for Mother's Day this year;  rather, she was forced.  And in each card, she exhibited that mind of her own I'm truly fond of.  She also introduced me to things I never knew.

 

 

She told me this (as in the one on the left) is the Japanese letter B.  I had my own doubts, but it's not like I speak Japanese, so who am I to judge?

She then added to that Japanese B and said they were bones.  I think that was her way of subtly telling me she was tired of writing in these cards and was grateful it was her last one.  But really, I think her natural creativity is absolutely fabulous and the best Mother's Day gift ever.  And I mean EVER.

Because really, who wouldn't want a card with bones in it?  The best things in life were made from blood, sweat and tears.  A card with bones?  Now that took skill.

And skill she most definitely has.  Happy Mother's Day to all.

 

This is why we rarely wear white...

 

It's a beautiful dress isn't it?

 

Well, it was.  Until yesterday.

Yesterday after preschool, we went to the farm. 

Yes, I know. 

"Why did you let her wear white to a farm?"

 

 

  I know.  I mean, they have muddy piggies!

 

 

But I didn't let her.  She insisted.  You see dear readers of this blog, my Bailey picks out her own clothing and she wanted to wear THIS dress to the farm.  She thought the goats would think it's pretty.  She probably wasn't mistaken.

But it wasn't all of the dirty livestock that did it.  Although they most likely could've.

 

And even though we did do some mining, it wasn't that either.

Although, that can be a bit messy.

 

Bailey climbed on this old machinery, something she did with Daddy and I last weekend.  And as she was climbing, I saw the stains, the horrifying stains.  I was hoping it'd been peanut butter from lunch.  I blamed the peanut butter.  But some overly helpful, yet obnoxious brat of a boy child says to me, "that's not peanut butter.  That's oil."  I slightly glared while I thought adamantly to myself, "please let that be peanut butter."  But deep down, I knew it wasn't peanut butter.  I knew.  Peanut butter would be far too easy to remove from the fabric.

 

 

No, it was this piece of evil farm equipment that did this poor dress in.  And this morning when she chose this specific dress to wear, I did think silently to myself in all my optimism, "this is probably the last time she'll wear this dress," even though it was brand new, as in, she'd never worn it before today, as in, she'll probably never wear it again.  I'll still try to save it though.  I like lost causes.

While it annoyed me fervently that the dress was ruined, I needed to just relax and further enjoy the lovely weather the day had given me.  I needed to enjoy the "beautiful" flowers growing throughout the grass.  Bailey stopped to pick some and gave them to me as a gift.  She requested that I save them.

And besides, the dress did have an issue that bugged me.  To look at it, you'd swear she had it on backwards, but it wasn't.  Was it flawed or just poorly designed?  I will never know.  But it's okay to pick at its flaws at this point.

 

 

See.  This looks like it should be the front of the dress, but the tag states otherwise.

 

 

 

I think next time, we'll wear some black like this cat.  That way, when we do some climbing, it won't matter.  That cat was certainly thinking when he/she dressed herself for the day.

 

Looking back, everything was as it should be.  Bailey had a fabulous time.  That's all that really matters.

 

Fresh from the Hospital

Bailey's playing with a pink platypus right now in her doll stroller that really seems to be more for her stuffed animals.  She showed me her pink platypus and told me, "I just got her from the store, I mean the hospital.  The doctor squeezed all of the juice out of her, the pink juice.  That's what he did.  And then he gave her some pink medicine because babies just loooove their medicine."

 

And as for the juicing you would've had to have been around last summer when Bailey became obsessed with my friend's pregnancy and the idea that she too was once in my tummy.  (Which I know I've never typed about before, but that has been due to my own self control over the matter.  I've always been far too busy laughing hysterically to get to a keyboard.) We then got out all of her baby pictures, including the ones in utero and from the hospital.  There is this picture when she was fresh out of my stomach and on the scale, and next to the scale is a bunch of wires and cords and she interpreted that into the juicing mechanism.  I have always been too busy holding back laughter to ever correct her since. 

My Conversation with a Lollipop

Sometimes in life you literally need to stop and smell the roses, branch out and meet new people and start up conversations that perhaps you wouldn't have always had the courage to have.  Today was one of those days for me and I took the effort to engage in a conversation with a lollipop during 435 afternoon traffic.

No, I have not lost my mind, thank-you-very-much.

Today, I had the privilege of talking to Fudge the Lollipop.  We started out with something in common right away since we have a dog named Fudge, courtesy of my daughter Bailey.  The Lollipop was quite impressed with Bailey's name choice.  I agreed with Fudge the Lollipop.

Fudge the Lollipop also has a dog.  His dog's name is Dubbyel, pronounced Dubyull.  I was intrigued by such a name.  He asked if my Bailey has a cat.  I told him she does and he asked our cat's name.  He too has a feline friend.  His cat's name is Nammy.  Our talk went on for a while until he fell from Bailey's lap onto the floorboard of the car.  Bailey apologized for her part in disturbing our little moment.

Our conversation was quite besotting and I'm afraid if it wasn't for my Bailey I probably would never have had the opportunity for such a chat.

She's Wearing Underwear

We were going for pizza this evening per Bailey's request.  Daddy had her strapped in the car and he was getting ready to start the car and Bailey announces, "Look Daddy, I'm wearing underwear."  He seemed a little taken back by this service announcement.  He answered, "That's good."  I silently giggled to myself and quickly mentioned thereafter that I have some blog entries to later share.

Well, Daddy has now officially heard about yesterday morning's discovery and I think he understands fully the importance of Bailey's evening observation and why this was worth sharing.  Underwear are definitely a good thing.

Going Commando

It was a school morning.  Wednesdays usually are.  Bailey got herself ready and I was buckling her in her car seat and she looks up at me with this awkward expression on her face, had my eyes follow hers down and adds an "oops."  Something was missing.  Underwear were missing.  She says to me, "that just doesn't feel right."

 

Never fear.  Mommy had an extra pair (actually three extra pairs) in the always-be-prepared-bag that stays rightly-so in the car.  With one swift move, underwear were on and away we went.

 

She did let me know however that Jackson at school doesn't wear underwear.  I don't know if I believe it and I did let her know we won't be talking about that anymore, to which she responded, "all right."  Some things I just don't want to know either way, and perhaps in the future, we'll be doing "spot checks."