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.

What kind of parents are we?

"What kind of mother...."  my husband starts with.

At the time, we were leaving the store after buying some car necessities and a few groceries.  We were traipsing through the parking lot, so when he started with this, it could've gone anywhere. 

...dresses or allows their children to dress like that. 

...speaks to her children so crudely. 

...lets her children behave that way. 

 

Or there's, "...takes her kid out in public with her pants on backwards."  And suddenly my mind flashed to when Bailey put her pants back on earlier on her own.  And then I came to the sudden realization that there's a high possibility that she put them on backwards because she does do that.  I find it funny though that neither one of us ever noticed all the while we were out in public until the very end, and he of all people noticed when he took her up front as I checked out.

 

 

There could've been worse things to have missed.  Right?

 

We do not promote cannibalism in this household.

Bailey plays this game on weekend mornings with Daddy where I'm actually sleeping and they come wake me up.  She crawls under the covers and from there the adventure begins.  She goes searching for Harry. whoever that is.  She gets afraid the monster is waking up.  And sometimes, she has a feast.  She told Daddy she had to eat first and crawls down and next thing I knew, she was perched on my backside and the motion of her hand moving up, like someone eating with a utensil, was felt.  She then asked Daddy, "would like some Mommy parts too?"

 

And normally we swear she doesn't eat enough meat.

Note to Self: Never Assume

Bailey had been playing with this little toy cat.  She later announced she trapped the cat into a cage.  She kept saying it over and over and I was getting a bit annoyed.  Well, when I discovered that she had indeed trapped a cat into a cage (a.k.a. the laundry basket) I was sure thankful I had entered the kitchen before I left the house considering it was no longer the tiny toy cat she had been referring to, but our own feline instead.  Aerial was not amused.  I told her, "just be glad I found you now."  I told Bailey we are not to trap the cat anymore to which she replied, "because she'll be stuck forever?"  Close enough.  I was thinking because we'd regret it forever.  But again, close enough.

Check Your Calendars!

Bailey found us this morning and the first thing she told us was that it was "Spongebob's Holiday" and that it was "on the calendar."  She has spoken constantly about it ever since.  And when looking at her calendar, she also pointed out Gary's (the snail), Patrick's, Sandy's and The Flying Dutchman's holidays as well which all happen to occur in different months on various days.  The two I remember currently are:

 

The 24th of February is Sandy's Holiday. 

 

And May 11 is the Flying Dutchman's Holiday.

 

You should celebrate too.