Just Like Daddy

Bailey announced quite loudly that she had to go potty. Then she told me she was going to read her book because she's never done that before. I thought that switch of topics was a bit confusing, but hey, it happens. Then she said, "because when Daddy goes potty, he takes a newspaper. I'll be just like Daddy."


That's Daddy's girl...



Am I going to be the only one in the house who doesn't need reading material in order to use the potty? Things to ponder...

The Household Disciplinarian

"If you're not going to follow the rules, you're not going to get to play the game, do you understand?"


Said by Bailey while scolding Daddy as he was playing her Leapster L-Max this evening.

Isn't she too young to ask me this??

During ballet practice, Bailey approached me abruptly with this question:


"Mommy, someday can I go skydiving?"

It only took two years to do this...

Two years ago, we finally purchased a digital camcorder with the very best intentions. And then came a couple days later when I tried to take the video off the camcorder to no avail. The directions didn't help. My husband didn't help. The Internet didn't really help. Periodically, I'd bring it up again and again with again, the very best intentions. I started to resent the camcorder since it seemed I'd never retrieve anything from it in order to share it, which was my intention. I gave up.

Then, Friday night, I took the camcorder with me to Bailey's recital despite telling everyone I wouldn't. And with that on there, I knew I HAD to get it off from the wicked camcorder and find a way, no matter what because I was really tired of saying, "what's the use of videotaping anything, I'll never get it onto the computer anyway."

We came home and I was on a mission and after some heavy duty research I discovered that many people with my same Sony handycam model had the same issues and they too were discouraged and angry. The biggest flaw? The manual never tells you to use a firewire cable, nor did it come with one. It just told us to use a USB cable over and over again with pointless results.

So rambling aside, and after a little extra work, Houston, we finally have video. Just don't expect us to use it that often, because then you'll be the disappointed ones. And yes, I do realize it's incredibly small. In another two years or so, I'll make the files larger.

Enjoy.

You can also view this video here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ny2kF9KQlFc

Wrongly Accused: Grandma's Story

Last week a blog entry was written about Grandma and Grandpa's special gifts to us. Grandpa's was taking a photo on Thanksgiving and sharing it. Grandma's was teaching Bailey how to blow off straw wrappers in public establishments, a worthy trait, indeed. It was also written that both were truly appreciated.

Today, Grandma wanted to set the record straight. First off, Grandpa taught Cousin Kona how to blow off the wrapper and while we were out in public and Grandpa was getting drinks and Grandma sat with the children, Kona used the knowledge he learned from Grandpa as Grandma merely witnessed such an act. Bailey then obviously followed. Grandma was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. An innocent bystander, of course.

And as for the photograph, it was one of those Iwo Jima misunderstandings. Grandpa took the photo Grandma asked him to and somehow managed to get the credit for it. And if it hadn't been for her quick and crafty thinking, such a photograph would not have existed.


Now you've heard the rest of the story and hopefully cleared Grandma's name.

In Pieces

Bailey discovered one of these teeny tiny pieces yesterday afternoon and instantly knew what it was from. It started with a gasp, followed by, "Fudge's drawing!"

In case that means nothing to you, Bailey had drawn a picture for Fudge on a square of blue foam, which was from Bible School, and on this was a picture she had deemed especially for our little canine. She even went as far as putting this picture numerous times on Fudge's kennel or in front of it because it was hers after all. (And lately, Bailey's been putting all kinds of pictures around the kennel and when we return home after a day out, Fudge is covered in paper scraps.) Bailey seemed bruised and battered when she added, "I don't think she liked her picture."

Now I of course needed to play damage control and point out, that she must have liked it because Fudge only chews up things she likes. Finally, Bailey believed me. I mean, obviously the dog REALLY liked it, this is about all that's left of it.

A Preview

Tonight is Bailey's ballet recital with a local orchestra. She'll be on stage long enough for "Jingle Bells," and for everyone in the audience to go, "awwww," and then she'll be done. The orchestra has a reputation for having long shows, until the wee hours. Yeah, we'll be long gone by then. But I wanted to give everyone a preview of what is to come.


It's been a long road ahead. First, we missed three straight classes in a row due to tonsil surgery and our Daytona trip. At least one of those weeks included an extra recital practice.

Once we were able to start practices, it's been a long and winding road. We have normal classes, then there have been all those practices. And NOTHING starts on time. Then when she is on stage, there was the night she didn't want to perform because she didn't have the color of bells she wanted. Or because she spotted us in the audience. Or she does perform and we missed it because we were hiding so she wouldn't get mad that we were watching her.

Bailey promised that tonight she's going to do a really good job so she'll get a surprise. Her thoughts on this?

"Yeah, or I'll get some eggs as a present. Ha Ha."

So, I better go get her hair ready. We've been ordered to use massive quantities of hairspray, enough to make a seven layer dip of the ozone. And makeup was an option, one we're obviously not taking. There's a reason I'm not a pageant mom.

But a ballet mom? I'll just go with "proud mom."