Thursday, March 27, 2014

Little Pip-speaks Volume 6

The I can barely keep up with her ridiculousness edition. 



Pip-speak #1:
{quietly talking to herself while eating her cereal}
Once a time. A little caterpillar. 
{sees me smiling at her} I readin' a story. 
{back to taking to herself}
Once a time. A little caterpillar. 
Walk a walk a walk. All caterpillar in the bowl!

Pip-speak #2:
Piper: I goin' to work. 
Mommy: What are you going to do at work?
Piper: Make money!!!

Pip-speak #3:
Mommy: We're going to g'mi's school to hear the kids sing. I don't know what they'll sing...we'll have to see!
Piper: Sing "Grown ups come back?" (An educational little jingle from her favorite show: Daniel Tiger)

Pip-speak #4:
Piper: I don't want to take a nap. 
Mommy: Well if you take a really good rest, you'll have lots of energy to play this afternoon. 
Piper: Noooo. I don't want energy. I don't WANT to. 

Pip-speak #5:
Piper: My diaper melted! There's SO many pee in there. 

Pip-speak #6:
Piper {hearing the radio}: I don't know this song. I just want the monkey song. It's cute. 

Pip-speak #7:
Piper: Daddy, Fin's not answerin' me!
Daddy: Did you ask her a question?
Piper: ...no...

Pip-speak #8:
Piper: I grown up, mama? 
Mommy: Yes sweetheart, very.
{Long pause.}
Piper: Tell me.
Mommy: What's that?
Piper: Tell me, Mama
Mommy: Tell you that you're grown up?
Piper: Yes. {Proud/shy smile that melts my heart into a puddle of smooshy love}

Friday, March 21, 2014

Life lately

I've been out of the swing of things lately when it comes to blogging. And though I've got a bunch of things drafted and in the works, I haven't quite found the energy, motivation, or interest to finish them. I'm thinking I need a nice, easy softball to get my writing muscles warmed up again. So batter up...

Things I've been doing instead of blogging:

  • Watching House of Cards- Needed something to fill the void while we wait for season 2 of Orange is the New Black. Loving this series more than I thought I would. But Frank's wife is the worst, right? (We're only about halfway through the first season, so don't spoil anything...) 
  • Shopping for bridesmaid dresses- my best friend is getting married! In a month!! Whoo hoo!!!
  • Gossiping about the Bachelor- I have too many thoughts to even put it into words. Polarizing, this guy. (Except pretty much everyone is standing on one pole in agreement. Even his mom). 
  • Eating in our new dining room- I can't wait to share it with you! Well....I can wait I guess, because I have waited at least a month already, but for real, it looks so good I can't wait to share. 
  • Growing my hair out- keeps me busy. 
  • Forgetting to pick up books at the library- better than forgetting to return books to the library. 
  • Complaining about how cold it is- #polarvortex #snowpocalypse overit
  • (Barely) surviving the stomach flu- loose calculations predict we'll only have to endure that 20 more times before we actually die. Bright side!
  • Playing candy crush- crushin' it!!!
Oh- and then there's the working, and the baby raising....there's a LOT of that going on. But we're just talking free time here. And if you don't count the time spent with those animals we call children, or cleaning up after those animals, prep/commuting time (pancake making, lunch packing, sock finding) or sleeping hours (which should maybe be counted in minutes anyway), there's not a whole lot of time left on the clock for voluntary pursuits. But we're still managing to pack things in. Even if it's mundane stuff. Our life is full, in the silliest, busiest, best sort of ways. 

So what about you? What have you been doing instead of reading my blog? (Ha!)

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Little signs of small life

   Even when they're not around, there are little signs of my babies everywhere. They've changed my life...(and my purse, and my fridge, and my bathroom, and my pockets...) I may not always like being covered in stickers, but there's something funny about finding a jingly owl in your bed in the middle of the night. Love the little trails and calling cards my littles leave.