Well, I've experienced something that I bet 99.9% of the world has not.
My daughter bit my belly button.
Yep.
Thought she was going to kiss my tummy like she always does and say hello to the current resident of my womb.
Instead, she BIT my OUTIE.
Should I call Ripley's Believe It or Not?
** Note! She was playing. Like when she pretends to eat a picture of food in one of her books. She certainly didn't hurt me and I knew she was being silly. It was just a surprise to feel her little teeth on my belly button!**
Monday, July 31, 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Look Who's Talking Now
When Isabella began talking, we thought she was oh so cute. Now that she's REALLY talking, she makes us laugh and leaves us in awe on a daily basis.
I used to think we were just biased in thinking she speaks extraordinarily well, but she does! (hey, I have Mother Braggin Rights)
I've decided to start a journal for things Bella says and does. As a parent, you assume you'll remember, but you don't.
Her first sentence was: "Wha choo doin?" This was at about 20 months. She practiced the sentence alot when her Aunt Amanda came to visit and she'd follow her all around the house. Fortunately, Amanda delights in being asked the same question fifty million times.
The other day, when procrastinating before nap time, Bella announced: "Mama, I'ma tella story. K? Ona time, dinosaur UP UP UP the sky" while waving her hands up all around and then dramatically down to the ground. I'm guessing the dinosaur nose-dived to his death cuz the story ended there.
That was her Italian accent.
She tends to practice different accents. Perhaps getting a real feel for dialects around the world. Her first long sentence was more Northeastern. We had just arrived at our fave hamburger joint when Bella exclaimed: "Daddy, tha's mah boosta chaya ova theya!" instructing her father to fetch HER booster chair which is apparently reserved for just her behind.
Bella also likes to talk about herself. But who doesn't?
Almost daily, she'll sigh, cross her arms and say: "I'm so HAPPY today!" and ask if I'm happy as well.
Sometimes she'll just announce that she's "soooooo sad today" along with a pout. Then we have to run through everyone she knows and whether they are happy or sad that day.
Last night, after watching the beginning of Last Comic Standing, Bella stood on a platform (ie. teetered dangerously on top of a toy) and flinging her arms out yelled: "Annnnnnnnd nowwwwwwww, ISABEYA RENA!!!!!!"
Isabella Serena, actually, but she insists it is Rena. However, I'm also MommyRena and her dad is DaddyRena. Why correct her? It is too cute!
When she starts school in a couple of weeks, I can't even imagine what new things she'll learn to say. I have a strong feeling it won't all be cute. Or it will at least require us to reprimand her and look away as we laugh.
Now, potty training? We've got a long way to go...
I used to think we were just biased in thinking she speaks extraordinarily well, but she does! (hey, I have Mother Braggin Rights)
I've decided to start a journal for things Bella says and does. As a parent, you assume you'll remember, but you don't.
Her first sentence was: "Wha choo doin?" This was at about 20 months. She practiced the sentence alot when her Aunt Amanda came to visit and she'd follow her all around the house. Fortunately, Amanda delights in being asked the same question fifty million times.
The other day, when procrastinating before nap time, Bella announced: "Mama, I'ma tella story. K? Ona time, dinosaur UP UP UP the sky" while waving her hands up all around and then dramatically down to the ground. I'm guessing the dinosaur nose-dived to his death cuz the story ended there.
That was her Italian accent.
She tends to practice different accents. Perhaps getting a real feel for dialects around the world. Her first long sentence was more Northeastern. We had just arrived at our fave hamburger joint when Bella exclaimed: "Daddy, tha's mah boosta chaya ova theya!" instructing her father to fetch HER booster chair which is apparently reserved for just her behind.
Bella also likes to talk about herself. But who doesn't?
Almost daily, she'll sigh, cross her arms and say: "I'm so HAPPY today!" and ask if I'm happy as well.
Sometimes she'll just announce that she's "soooooo sad today" along with a pout. Then we have to run through everyone she knows and whether they are happy or sad that day.
Last night, after watching the beginning of Last Comic Standing, Bella stood on a platform (ie. teetered dangerously on top of a toy) and flinging her arms out yelled: "Annnnnnnnd nowwwwwwww, ISABEYA RENA!!!!!!"
Isabella Serena, actually, but she insists it is Rena. However, I'm also MommyRena and her dad is DaddyRena. Why correct her? It is too cute!
When she starts school in a couple of weeks, I can't even imagine what new things she'll learn to say. I have a strong feeling it won't all be cute. Or it will at least require us to reprimand her and look away as we laugh.
Now, potty training? We've got a long way to go...
Monday, July 17, 2006
Back on The List
Brad Pitt:
"Best thing I ever did. You know, you can write a book, you can make a movie, you can draw, paint a painting, but having kids is really the most extraordinary thing I've ever taken on. And, man, if I can get a burp out of that, that little thing, I'll feel such a sense of accomplishment."
*sigh*
"Best thing I ever did. You know, you can write a book, you can make a movie, you can draw, paint a painting, but having kids is really the most extraordinary thing I've ever taken on. And, man, if I can get a burp out of that, that little thing, I'll feel such a sense of accomplishment."
*sigh*
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Two Be or Not Two Be
This is what my two year old does with stickers.
At least she wears her age with pride!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
Machismo Man
Main Entry: ma·chis·mo
Pronunciation: mä-'chEz-(")mO, m&-, -'kEz-, -'kiz-, -'chiz-
Function: noun
Etymology: Spanish, from macho
1 : a strong sense of masculine pride : an exaggerated masculinity
2 : an exaggerated or exhilarating sense of power or strength
This is what we have had to deal with this week. "We" refers to my husband and I. The Machismo Man? A friend...well, former friend since said friend claims that my husband is now "dead to him". Proceed with the eye rolling please.
We had a great time hanging out with friends the evening before July 4th. Went swimming, cooked on the grill, watched fireworks and everyone drank, except for me and Bella, of course.
The friends we hang out with are guys my husband has known since at least 4th grade. I've always been impressed and amazed that people can be friends for that long. Probably because I moved so much when young that I never got attached to friends for more than a short period of time.
Anyway, Bella and I went to bed and the guys and one of the guys' girlfriend stayed up to drink and hang out some more. If you knew my husband's friends, you'd know that as a night of drinking goes on, so does drunken banter. The guy's girlfriend is not new to this. She has been around for well over a year.
Long story short, she was giving the guys a hard time and when it turned around on her, she got miffed. However, her boyfriend did nothing at the time except laugh and keep slugging beers. They left and my husband even walked them to the car, wishing them a happy 4th.
The next day, the guy sent a vile and threatening email to my husband, copying the other friends. He was spewing such hatred, it shocked everyone. He claimed my husband said things that he never said nor would he ever say it! The friend went so far as to say perhaps he should call me the disgusting name he says my husband called the girlfriend. Wha? The friend was THERE...he knows exactly what happened and what didn't.
Immediately, my husband called their house to apologize to the girlfriend for anything she may have misunderstood or misinterpreted that hurt her feelings. Instead, the friend got on the phone and started shouting obscenities at my husband. So, my husband told him the purpose of his call and hung up on the yelling spaz man.
Today word has gotten around that the friend wants to "rearrange" my husband's face. That he even sat in front of our house waiting for us to come home the next day.
Okay, first of all, he must not realize that I am pregnant, hormonal and do not tolerate high school bullcrap from ANYONE. If he so much as pulls into our driveway, my finger will be dialing the cops.
Why are men like this? Is it societal? Human nature? Testosterone? Ignorance?
My husband is a loving, sweet man and while he can raz someone with the best of them, he is never malicious, especially to a friend's loved one. He is pretty upset that it has gotten so out of hand. I've told him to let it go. Let his idiotic friend simmer in his own anger. We have a beautiful life and don't need the drama of a man who's suddenly got something to prove to his woman. That's their issue.
Sorry to vent, but men can be so completely ridiculous! I just keep picturing a western and this scraggly guy kicking the dust up as he roams the lone street looking for a duel.
Pronunciation: mä-'chEz-(")mO, m&-, -'kEz-, -'kiz-, -'chiz-
Function: noun
Etymology: Spanish, from macho
1 : a strong sense of masculine pride : an exaggerated masculinity
2 : an exaggerated or exhilarating sense of power or strength
This is what we have had to deal with this week. "We" refers to my husband and I. The Machismo Man? A friend...well, former friend since said friend claims that my husband is now "dead to him". Proceed with the eye rolling please.
We had a great time hanging out with friends the evening before July 4th. Went swimming, cooked on the grill, watched fireworks and everyone drank, except for me and Bella, of course.
The friends we hang out with are guys my husband has known since at least 4th grade. I've always been impressed and amazed that people can be friends for that long. Probably because I moved so much when young that I never got attached to friends for more than a short period of time.
Anyway, Bella and I went to bed and the guys and one of the guys' girlfriend stayed up to drink and hang out some more. If you knew my husband's friends, you'd know that as a night of drinking goes on, so does drunken banter. The guy's girlfriend is not new to this. She has been around for well over a year.
Long story short, she was giving the guys a hard time and when it turned around on her, she got miffed. However, her boyfriend did nothing at the time except laugh and keep slugging beers. They left and my husband even walked them to the car, wishing them a happy 4th.
The next day, the guy sent a vile and threatening email to my husband, copying the other friends. He was spewing such hatred, it shocked everyone. He claimed my husband said things that he never said nor would he ever say it! The friend went so far as to say perhaps he should call me the disgusting name he says my husband called the girlfriend. Wha? The friend was THERE...he knows exactly what happened and what didn't.
Immediately, my husband called their house to apologize to the girlfriend for anything she may have misunderstood or misinterpreted that hurt her feelings. Instead, the friend got on the phone and started shouting obscenities at my husband. So, my husband told him the purpose of his call and hung up on the yelling spaz man.
Today word has gotten around that the friend wants to "rearrange" my husband's face. That he even sat in front of our house waiting for us to come home the next day.
Okay, first of all, he must not realize that I am pregnant, hormonal and do not tolerate high school bullcrap from ANYONE. If he so much as pulls into our driveway, my finger will be dialing the cops.
Why are men like this? Is it societal? Human nature? Testosterone? Ignorance?
My husband is a loving, sweet man and while he can raz someone with the best of them, he is never malicious, especially to a friend's loved one. He is pretty upset that it has gotten so out of hand. I've told him to let it go. Let his idiotic friend simmer in his own anger. We have a beautiful life and don't need the drama of a man who's suddenly got something to prove to his woman. That's their issue.
Sorry to vent, but men can be so completely ridiculous! I just keep picturing a western and this scraggly guy kicking the dust up as he roams the lone street looking for a duel.
Monday, July 03, 2006
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