Sunday, August 8, 2010

Updates

One of my favorite things about Ally right now is that everything is a secret. And "I need to tell you a secret" gets shortened in Ally-speak to "I need a secret." So all day long, she's constantly pulling on your arm, "Mommy, I need a secret. I see light-bugs." "Daddy, I need a secret. I hear rain."

Lily turned one last month and she is walking! She cruises around like a drunk old lady, crashes into everything, and jumps back up again for more. She's cut one of her top front teeth and shakes her head no with a big grin on her face.

Both of these girls are growing up too fast!

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Victory is Mine!





Check out this little scairdy cat (who once couldn't even walk by a pool of water without cover her eyes and shrieking) and she's actually.in.the.water!
And check out this cute baby who will be 1 this month, can you believe it?






Tuesday, June 29, 2010

The first of many

Here's to the first of many Family Nights that end in time-out.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Surprise!!



P.S. Is anyone else totally annoyed with their own voice?

Friday, May 7, 2010

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

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.

Friday, April 16, 2010

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."