You will not believe what the parents pulled last night. I still can't even believe it. It was cruel, it was heartless, it was DELIBERATE.
The day started out as normal - Mommy made breakfast and took me to school, Daddy picked me up...
Then things started getting strange. First of all, Daddy usually takes off his flight suit and puts on pajamas as soon as he walks in the door. But yesterday he put on denim (that means blue jeans).
Then right before I was getting ready to retire, the door bell rings. "No big deal" I thought, and smiled at the lady who walked in the door. Mommy has an online addiction, so we get a lot of people delivering boxes in the afternoon.
But this chick had no package. (my first double entrendre?)
I decide to give her the benefit of the doubt and show her my singing duck. As soon as I turn my back to pick it up, I hear the door slam.
Poof! They were gone.
No 'Good-bye', no 'Later Gator,' not even a "We love you" - just the debilitating sound of the garage door slamming.
I decided to stay up late and plot my revenge.
Mommy and Daddy returned, unsuspecting, around 10:30. I was ready for them.
Phase One: I gave them time to get ready for bed and take their Musinex. I bided my time until I KNEW they were asleep. Then I unleashed the fury.
I hear someone fall of the bed and shuffle to get to me. I refuse to let up. Daddy brought me to their bed but I hadn't accounted for how exhausting being that loud is, so I may have fallen asleep for an hour.
Phase Two. I patiently wait until they get back to sleep, them WHAM! Kick to Mommy's head... SLAP! Daddy's face. Daddy takes me back to my bed.
Phase Three: I wait. Then start ALL over again. Cry, shuffle, sleep, kick, slap.
Phase Four: I decided to sleep late this morning. It was a peaceful sleep - that kinda peace you can only achieve when you feel certain that you will not have parents who are repeat offenders. I think we all learned a lesson last night.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Monday, November 16, 2009
Metamorphosis of a Bee
Let me start out with: I lost some money, please let me know if you find it. (wink... wink... Bev)
There are really three stages of metamorphosis for The Queen Bee at every party- and we attend a LOT of parties so we feel confident in this.
Stage 1 - The Party Bee:
Stage 2 - The Angry Bee:
Finally, Stage 3- The Sleepy Bee:
Mommy prefers the Sleepy Bee, but to be honest - I spend the most time in the Party Bee scenario.
The above examples are from a relaxing (well, not for Mommy) day at a local Blues & Jazz festival. We loaded up my wagon with a fuschia blanket and some quiet toys and headed out. I danced AND danced AND danced. Some of my best friends came out, too. There was Piper, Sarah Bailey, Harper, Maddie, Livie, Mia and more!
Sunday I spent the morning with Daddy while Mommy went to Mass. I don't like going to Mass because I have to stay in a room with all the other kids like daycare. So sometimes Mommy feels bad for me and lets me stay home with Daddy. I like these mornings.
Then Mommy came home and invited some of my friends and their moms over for Mimosas. Well... I just got Orange juice - but maybe next Sunday I can have champagne too! Maybe it would create a faster metamorphosis into The Sleepy Bee??? Tee,hee,hee.
There are really three stages of metamorphosis for The Queen Bee at every party- and we attend a LOT of parties so we feel confident in this.
Stage 1 - The Party Bee:
Stage 2 - The Angry Bee:
Finally, Stage 3- The Sleepy Bee:
Mommy prefers the Sleepy Bee, but to be honest - I spend the most time in the Party Bee scenario.
The above examples are from a relaxing (well, not for Mommy) day at a local Blues & Jazz festival. We loaded up my wagon with a fuschia blanket and some quiet toys and headed out. I danced AND danced AND danced. Some of my best friends came out, too. There was Piper, Sarah Bailey, Harper, Maddie, Livie, Mia and more!
Sunday I spent the morning with Daddy while Mommy went to Mass. I don't like going to Mass because I have to stay in a room with all the other kids like daycare. So sometimes Mommy feels bad for me and lets me stay home with Daddy. I like these mornings.
Then Mommy came home and invited some of my friends and their moms over for Mimosas. Well... I just got Orange juice - but maybe next Sunday I can have champagne too! Maybe it would create a faster metamorphosis into The Sleepy Bee??? Tee,hee,hee.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Catholic Baptisms ROCK
So I suppose I am slightly biased.. but if you really think about having to attend a religious event (AND you are 2) - then I highly suggest attending Baptisms.
Weddings, (Catholic especially)- tend to be a little long when you are only 2. But a Baptism, is just MADE for us!
Father Peter starts outside the Cathedral and says prayers in some strange beautiful language:
Weddings, (Catholic especially)- tend to be a little long when you are only 2. But a Baptism, is just MADE for us!
Father Peter starts outside the Cathedral and says prayers in some strange beautiful language:
Then we went to the center of the Cathedral, then Finally to the Baptismal Font (again - same one I was baptized in as well)
Father Peter said that the day was Catherine's rebirth- which was a little confusing since I clearly remember her other birthday. Mommy explained it later, and I have to say, I really like the idea.
Didn't Catherine Collette look absolutely beautiful?
It was an beautiful ceremony, and I only had to be asked to leave once! Catherine's head smelled sooo good all day after her Baptism!
After, we all went to Auntie Rachel and Uncle Kyle's house and I needed to take a nap. Mommy and Daddy took me upstairs and put me in a pack-n-play.
A little while later I decided I wasn't as tired as they thought I should be - so I climbed out of the pack-n-play and walked downstairs again.
Mommy didn't appreciate my indepence in the situation.
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Teeheehee
Wanna watch Mommy sweat?
My daycare teacher, who I adore like a cheap bordeaux (huh?), told Mommy this today:
Ms L: "Your daughter had 101..."
Mommy: "Oh no..."
Ms L: "...compliments on her skirt"
Mommy: "seriously - you couldn't have said 98.7 compliments?"
The End.
My daycare teacher, who I adore like a cheap bordeaux (huh?), told Mommy this today:
Ms L: "Your daughter had 101..."
Mommy: "Oh no..."
Ms L: "...compliments on her skirt"
Mommy: "seriously - you couldn't have said 98.7 compliments?"
The End.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Happy Halloween!
I had so much fun! I hope you did too - lots of friends, lots of candy, lots of Mommy & Daddy taking my candy...
We went to my friends Molly and Kate's house and they hay rides! I have never been on a hayride before so this was new (OK, I don't really remember Halloween last year, so I guess it is ALL new)
It's amazing how many kids you can fit on a hayride.
Can you see me?? I am the bee all the way to the right of the picture - we really had so much fun!
you had to move fast with this crowd!
Everyone laughed at Mommy and Daddy - they drug around EIGHT baby dolls all night - plus ME!
Too much
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