2 Minutes

I've created a monster!



I recently found it helped our morning routine if I would give Ally a few minutes in the morning to wake-up properly. I'd wake her up and tell her "5 more minutes and it's time to get ready for school." To which she would calmly say, "OK Mom" and be ever so cooperative getting ready, as long as I gave her some prep-time.

Recently, though, any time I ask her to do something, the response is always, "In two minutes."

Me: "Ally, time for dinner."
Ally: "Two minutes."

Me: "Ally, it's time to turn the TV off."
Ally: "In two minutes."

Me: "Ally, are you ready for bed?"
Ally: "Two minutes, mom."

Me: "Ally, how about you leave the cat alone?"
Ally: "How about two minutes?"

That last one doesn't even make sense, but I'll give her credit for trying.

Das My Mom

Every morning, I take Ally to preschool on my way to work. And I've found the drop-off goes a little smoother if I come inside with her and play for a few minutes. I love that she wants me to. I love that she sits on my lap and all her little friends come over and climb up, too. I love that she proudly tells them, "Das my mom."

And I've started writing down all my favorite "Allyisms." I'm going to actually be a little sad when she starts calling Lily "Lily" instead of "Willy." And I'll miss it when a monkey is no longer a "numpee."

Mommy?

Monday night I was playing piggy-back rides with Ally and she started to loose her grip. I had a horrible moment where I realized what was about to happen but was helpless to save her, as I held Lily in my other arm. Ally landed hard on the kitchen floor and cried like I've never heard her cry before. I thought she might have broken her tailbone.

She would not walk for the rest of the evening (we even left her door open that night knowing that she wouldn't get out of bed and venture out) and so we decided not to wake her for preschool Tuesday morning. If when she woke up she was still hurting, we'd have to take her in to the doctor. I anxiously awaited a phone call from Matt that morning to let me know how she was doing.

*Ring*
Hello?
Hewwo, Mommy?
Hello!
Mommy?
Yes, Ally, it's mommy, hi!
Mommy...Mommy hurt my bottom.

So sad. Mommy did hurt her bottom. On the bright side, that's a four word complete sentence, my friends, and I understood every word of it.

What Doing?

..anchoring the news...


...discovering the heating vent...


...eating red velvet cake...


...hanging out with Zaidan...


...dancing...


...sweeping...


...sleeping...

Potty Mouth

Today I got a frantic email from Matt saying that Ally could not go to school tomorrow, she got suspended! I called home to get the dets and he told me that my little girl got suspended for calling someone an a-hole. Can you believe it? I was so shocked. And then he told me that we had to have a conference with her teachers before she could go back to school. I was so shocked and embarrassed, going over in my mind where she could have learned that from, when Matt started to giggle. It was all a lie! What an a-hole.

Julia Roberts

I read this week that Julia Roberts got paid a handsome 3 Million dollars for her all-of-six-minutes appearance in Valentine's Day. Must be nice.

I've also seen her popping up on my TV lately asking me to donate money to Haiti. Hey, Julia, that 3 million could go a lot further than the 10 bucks I can afford to donate. I'm just sayin'.

Snow Day

This morning, my usually sunlight-averse daughter was in an exceptionally good mood. I had to promise "make-up" to get her to go downstairs, but otherwise she let me get her dressed and *gasp* even do her hair for school this morning without any fits or protests for Dad. We opened the door to see a light snowfall and she got excited to go outside and make footprints. I didn't even rush her to get in the car, I just enjoyed watching her smile as she trekked through the snow. As we did approach her school, I noticed that, even though I was a little late, there were unusually few cars on the street...and no tire tracks in the driveway...and no little backpacks hung up in their room...oh, no. It's a Snow Day. Back home to play with Dad. All that effort and she could have slept in.

And some completely unrelated pictures, check out Lily in her designer jeans, courtesy of Uncle Paul: