Saturday, April 30, 2011

Yes, You Are

You were jumping on the bed last night when Daddy asked you if you were ready for bedtime and a story. You said, "no, I'm wild." Yes, yes, you are child.

Then, while we were in the bathtub Daddy walked in and you said, "daddy, I want beers." A little while later I asked you if you were ready to get out and daddy would put your pjs on and read you a story. Lately, though, only mommy will do for story time. You said, "no, mommy read story." Daddy asked why mommy needed to read the story and I'm not sure where this came from, but you informed him that mommy had lots of beers and that's why I read the stories. Mommy's pregnant, my darling. She doesn't get lots of beers. Although last night I sure felt like I needed one.

Thursday, April 28, 2011


This morning we were laying in bed together and you uncovered me. I asked you to put the blankets back on me because I was cold. And, you said, "you're okay. You're tough." I love you Haven Grace. You make me laugh.

Your daddy also taught you to say, "a bunch of junk." If you see piles of anything lying around then it is all of a sudden a bunch of junk.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011



What you've learned from your Mama:
Mama: "Haven, let's take your shoes off and get in the bath"
Haven: "I too tired."
Translation: I want to take a bath, but I don't want to do whatever mundane or boring thing you have in mind for me to do and would much prefer that you do it instead.

Yesterday, after taking a 15 minute nap.
Mama: "Haven that wasn't much of a nap, aren't you tired?"
Haven: "I feel better now."

You've been sleeping in your "big girl bed" for about two weeks now. We just have the toddler rail on. And, you've been doing amazingly. You seem like such a little grown-up lately. Apparently at mother's day out today you were telling all the ladies how you were tired and ready to go home to your big girl bed.

As told to Daddy today: "Mommy doesn't have whiskers, she has boobies."

Friday, April 1, 2011

Cardigans & Cacti

The most traumatic/exciting thing that has apparently ever happened to you is when we went on a walk with Auntie Fae and you stepped on a cactus. It got stuck in your shoe. I held you while Auntie Fae pulled it out with a stick. Okay, to be honest, I had to hold you because I was laughing too hard to do anything else. At first you were amused by stepping on it and then you freaked out and tried to shake it off. And, I'm sorry, baby, but I got so tickled I was useless. That was about 3 or 4 weeks ago. But, you tell everyone, in a very up-beat, jovial manner that you stepped on a cactus. You won't forget it and you won't let anyone else either.

You have a particular cardigan that you love--your grandma gave it to you for your birthday. I told you once that it was wrinkled so I was going to throw it in the dryer. You are convinced that this cardigan is not wrinkled, but has "sprinkles." I guess they do sound alike.