Saturday, December 26, 2009

And here we are...

Another Christmas come and gone in all it's busy, blinking glory.
Curt and I are chilled out to the max during Anna's nap on December 26th.

The house is reasonably put-together.
It's snowing outside.
There is warm, steamy stuff in each of our mugs.
We high-fived each other because the trash men finally came to pick up our trash.

Curt is doing Sodoku puzzles in his noise canceling head-phones (as if there is any noise during Anna's nap. That's sort of, the point.)

I am alternately reading on the couch and getting up, wandering around, doing other things cause I can't sit still for that long even now... at 30.

Life goes on.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Here is Anna last night at dinner:

Praying before she ate:
(Making the sign of the cross)
Howy Shiwit" (Sounded just like the other word)

Poor baby kept looking from face to face, so proud of herself for praying, and not understanding why we were choking on our giggles.
Anna, you are too cute!

Monday, December 14, 2009

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

No, Anna two!

Is what the girl says every time you call her any nickname now.

If I say, "Are you my snuggly britches?" she retorts, "No, Anna teeeeeewwwww" as she holds up all her fingers. (There seems to be some confusion about ages and nicknames all the sudden.)

Current count per her two year doctor's visit:
Height: 34 3/4 inches
Weight: 26.14 pounds
Love: 100%

Cute story - the other day Curt was out late for meetings in St. Louis so I was cooking while Anna played. Her little voice caught my attention as I was busy near the stove. I looked behind me and she was sitting, legs splayed in front, on the kitchen floor and had her baby sitting similarly beside her. She was leaning over and towards her baby saying, "Whachoo tinking bout, baby? over and over. It was adorable. After I scooped my melted heart back off the stove I got back to cooking and Anna left to play elsewhere.
After a few moments of silence I peeked in the living room to check on her. She was sitting on the organ bench and her baby was in the "time out" chair. Anna said, "baby in time out." She had set the timer and everything. I could hear it ticking away. (You go girl. Be the boss when you can!)
That girl was ALL ABOUT the pretend play that evening.
So sweet.


Happy 30th birthday to my hubby dubs.
You've had a wonderful 30 years and I've gotten to be a part of 12 of them.
Oh how lucky I am.

You are still the sweetest of my earthly delights!