Anderson Adventures

Tuesday, June 28, 2011

A Bon Jovi Morning

It's one of those days.

A Claire bomb went off in my house and it's a complete disaster. I can't seem to get it clean.
She has pooped on me two days in a row and I'm sick of being pooped on.
I don't want to fold the laundry
I look forward to eating ice cream for breakfast, lunch, and dinner
My piano recital was last night and my students killed it! They did awesome.

So, why do these all add up to Bon Jovi? Because Slippery When Wet has a certain nostalgia to it that relaxes me and calms me down. The poop on my clothes doesn't seem to matter and I'll just enjoy this:

It makes me laugh every time. Then I hug her.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Two Letters

SD. What do they stand for? Sleep Deprived. Oh, yes, they also stand for Stella and Dot. In my world right now, they go hand in hand. Let me explain.

This is RIDICULOUS and I am ready for it to stop. I am up at 4:30 because I get too excited. That's right, too excited for all the gorgeous little things that will show up on my doorstep in a couple days time. Excited to get dressed the next day and pick out my new necklace. Excited that everything is just so fun and beautiful. Excited that everyone who did come to my party had a great time and I was equally having a great time. Excited to throw one for everyone I know. Excited that I got $130 worth of free jewelry just by getting some cookies and setting up a table. Excited for everything. Too excited.

Now, stomach, settle down! I want to go back to bed and dream about Claire's new tooth that wakes me up every night. I want to dream about lying on a beach with my family or going on a walk down a gorgeous little path. Actually, I just want to dream! Did you all know that the birds start chirping at about 4 am. Didn't know that? Well, I wish I didn't either. I will try to tone down the excitement over here. :)

Until then, cheers to all the beautiful little nothings in our life.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Getting Frivolous

So, I am getting frivolous over here! Yesterday I went to the grocery store and bought a box of Cinnamon Life Cereal aka the King of all cereals. It was $2.98 and I haven't bought it in months because I feel like cereal is expensive. To tell you the truth, it's not. It makes me happy. This morning as I opened my boring cereal cupboard door, my heart fluttered and I let out a happy sigh knowing that my mouth would be having a party this morning. What a lovely day. Cheers!

Out of the mouth of Claire

Claire was asking me about Hailey nursing. She was sad to find out that Hailey wasn't nursing anymore. She said, "Well, when I am a mommy can you give my babies milk?" Uh...nope. Can't do that. "Why mom?" Well, my milk will be gone (thank goodness) and you'll have to do it. "Oh, well, I want a big, big, BIG family. TWELVE babies! But I don't want the littlest baby to ever get big because I do NOT want one hundred babies." March 2015
Claire: Daddy, do you stink? Brian: Why do you say that? Claire: Because I can smell you. 6/18/14
Claire walked out of her room and this is what ensued: Daddy: "Claire, get back to bed." Claire: "But Daddy, my bed is being crazy!" (We try hard not to laugh). Daddy: "What?" Claire: "My bed is being crazy!!!" He went back, she tangled her blanket so her feet were getting cold. 5/15/2014
Claire asked her sunbeam teacher what "this" was, pointing to something on her chest. She thought she was talking about the pattern on her dress. Claire said, "No, no! These. They are for milk for babies." 5/2014
Eating corn on the cob for dinner, Claire turned to me and asked, "Mommy, are you going to eat some of this YUUUUMMMMYYY corn?" 5/2014
"Mommy, can you do this for me?" She hands me my eyelash curler and I proceed to curl her eyelashes. She bats her eyes in the mirror and says, "There. That's better." For the record...I have never done this, so she didn't learn it from me. 1/28/14
I was doing Claire's hair , combing through it. "Mommy, stop brushing my hair, you're making me crazy." 1/28/14
Claire has a VERY hard time going #2 in the toilet. She will hold it for days and days, so she ends up sitting on the toilet for hours sometimes. This week, she had been in there for a good two hours (and never went). Anyway, during that time she called me in several times, "MOMMY!!!! Come here!!!" And then would tell me nothing. So, after what seemed like the billionth, "MOMMY come here!" shouting, I went in to find her with the ENTIRE roll of toilet paper collected in a heap in her arms. I looked at her and gasped in frustration. I had just changed that roll! Brand new roll. Think of all that! She looked at me, giggled, and said, "Mommy...hehe....I sneezed...hehe." 1/28/14
We had our first ice storm here in Texas. I took Claire to Costco and let her walk on the ice. "Mom, I need to put on my ice skates". "Claire, do you have ice skates?" "No mom, I don't." Good point though sweetheart!
Claire always wakes me up telling me that the sun is awake. The other day, she came in, told me the sun was awake once more and then told me that she wanted some candy. I informed her that we didn't have any, but she said, "Mom, all we have to do is say Trick-or-treat!"
We went camping and I asked if Claire had fun. Claire: "I love camping, but Jared was naughty. We should leave him home".
Me: "Claire, why are you out of bed?" Claire: "Because of this..." She starts moving as if she'll pee her pants. Me: What? Claire: "Because I have the wiggles."
While at the mall bathroom, "MOMMY! YOU DID IT! YOU PEED!" For everyone to hear.
We're still trying to potty train Claire and have her poop in the potty! She says she does it, but can't seem to have it happen and will hold it for days (which is very frustrating). In an effort to get the ball rolling, I said, "Claire! Let's both push. 1...2...3...push!" At that point I did a fake push and she quickly exclaimed, "MOMMY! Don't poop in your pannies!" 7/12/13
Jared was crying and wandering around the house this morning. He popped his head in the bathroom where Claire and I were, and started to cry. Claire said, "Oh Jared, stop whining". 7/3/13
Brian and I were talking about the frustrating expenses of moving. At one point I said (about our debt), "It's all my fault." Claire came to the rescue and said, "NO! It's MY fault! My fault....and Jared's!"
This morning Claire woke up at 5 am screaming, "I WANT A COOKIE!!!!!" I went in, she repeated her sentiments. I promised her a cookie and she went back to sleep. When she got out of bed at 10:30, she jumped into my arms and said, "Where's my cookie?"