NOT MY BABYBELLA!

So, let me set this scene for you...new class, new teacher, same 4 friends from old class. Our babies are like the Jeffersons and they're movin on up mmm, mmm mmm! Two petite little girls (smallest in their former class), two of the biggest boys (all within a month or two of each other)...they be makin those babes alarga these days. So anyway, one little petite girl waits until the other boys get within 6 inches of her and she squeals and screams and says NO with all 6 of her teeth gleaming until a teacher rescues her. The other girl proactively grabs the boys by the hair pulls them to the ground and sits on them until they are screaming bloody murder and she is laughing and patting their backs and giggling but not getting up until they peel her off. Now you can only guess which angel is which as I feigned horror and assured the teacher that we don't rough house with her at home. Teacher says that she must be watching wrestling or something...I think she just makes all her own moves up as she goes. Someone has to stand up for the other little one. Bless her little protective Sic Semper Tyrannus heart! I'd like to think she was just standing up for the underdog!

A-MAZING!!!

Retired Colonel, in late 80's (really when DO you stop counting...it begins with eagerly counting then counting down until 16...18...21...then counting in mumbles 30-dfhlskdfj...then 'forgetting' to count...then counting backwards (Grammil...I'm just saying the name, nothing more) then to counting proudly as in bragging rights. So, more amazing things, drives 1/2 way across country with Memaw (she couldn't bear to fly and leave her new yippy dog at home) stopping for dialysis 3x's/week on the way; getting to my moms only to fix the weed eater and cut the whole God knows how many acres; goes to dialysis; comes home and STILL, STILL STILL finds the energy to play pony with his Great Great GrandCallie only to get ready for his 62nd anniversary dinner with Grammil and Memaw Great. Honestly folks...A-MAZING...

Oh yeah,

Oh yeah, did I mention Mommy and Daddy got married? Here is our crazy friend who made the cakes....is there anything else really as important???? Hey 10 month old perspective...mmmmmm cake...

No Ma'm

Me: Crawling to the dog bowl of food & water

Mommy: No ma'm

Me: No ma'm

Mommy: Oh no, she didn't just say No ma'm as her first set of words!!!

I have to prepare her for teenage years somehow, huh?

ITS A TWO-FER

All is fun and games until your teeth rot out....thats why we are totally starting young...Look Dr. Trahey....hygiene!!! (no this was not a one time thing for the camera....we did it twice!!!)

She likes it! You know what elses she likes? She likes going to see great memaws and great pepaws and playing this wacky cool instrument while mama sings 'I dont want to work..I just want to play on the drums all day..." which is what we did that fine day. Now all 3 of my followers are probably wondering why I didn't divide this into two blogs...well I have a zillion of other things to tell you all but given my track record lately, I thought I would just pack two weeks progressions into one sweet blog....so we covered visiting on grandparents great 62nd Anniversary...wow, hope I live that long....brushing my two teeth that have come in and by the way, I walked to the sink holding mom's hand just after eating all the table food that mom and dad ate...wow a month of mile stones and oh, there is a no ma'm blog to follow that maybe i will go ahead and post...why not post my luck?

FINALLY...

A GREAT DAY!! The teacher I LOVE was there and told me all about her day when I picked Callie up. She played well, listened to the teachers, didn't have time out, didn't pick on anyone, laughed and laughed and well lets just say she must have known it was Friday. Antsy in the pantsy the kids get knowing they get to spend the weekend with their folks. She said all the kids were so amped today that Callie couldn't nap more than 30 minutes because someone would squeal and wake her up. That's ok because she was still in great spirits. She's a trooper! She usually sleeps through everything so it must have really been rowdy. We came home, took a lap around the church and bathed and she was down by 6:15 instead of 7!!! I mean she was OUT! She started her nightly snack naked and we got her dressed after she had fallen asleep! Girlfriend was whooped! Thank goodness she didn't spray poo or liquid goo all over the bed before diaper got nested on. Its FRIDAY, we are going to be kickin it relaxin style all lopin around the house and piddling and picking flowers and going to play in some sand....LIFE IS SOOOOOO GOOD! THANKS FOR ALL THE SUPPORT WE HAVE GOTTEN ABOUT THIS TRYING WEEK. ALL IN ALL IT TURNED OUT TO BE OK. I think I am going through those parent growing pains! My little butterbean is sprouting out! Oh yeah, did I mention last day of ear infection medicine? Hopefully we can get through a week without another one popping up! If it does, that puts us in the -tubes-in-the-ear category or at least ENT specialist....lets just hope we have kicked those nasties for good!

My little....ANGEL????

Well, we got to the bottom of the whole situation this afternoon. Apparently Callie wasn't doing the old grab-you-by-the-hair-and-pull-someone-to-her-for-a-kiss-routine with her best bud. See there are 3 gals with almost identical names. I was told by the gal who is only there the last 15 minutes about it being her best friend. Apparently this was wrong and she had the kids mixed up. Apparently, she was picking on the littlest girl in the class who also happens to be the oldest and whose name is only one strong A difference instead of a soft A. So, they sent the wrong messenger to do the dirty work. We didn't get written up, everyone was laughing about it today, "babies are learning and figuring it out...." except for me who is still unsettled that noone really has the same story because there is someone different when I drop her off than when I pick her up. Anyway, that can't be helped. So on with the rest...IT TRULY JUST BREAKS MY HEART. I am hoping to raise someone who stands up for the underdog and not one who creates the underdog. Maybe seperating them was for the best. Not sure I agree with the crib though. There might be other ways to put them in opposite corners or assign each one to each teacher so they both are keeping them seperated. I guess it is hard when you have diapers and feedings and such. They say she has a really STRONG personality. I guess she gets that from Go Daddy Go....okay busted....maybe, just maybe, from me...nahhhhh. They just say she is something else...a pistol even. They say she gets ready to do something and pauses and looks at them and smiles before she does it. I think she might be testing everyone. Now the scratches are due to her pulling off the velcro bib....and getting tackled by the kid with the huge head who can't pull himself up from sitting unless he pulls everyone around him down first. I know this is a lot to digest folks but all in all, she has clean outfits when I pick her up. Nothing more major than tiny red scratches in isolated places. Clean diaper, eats lots of different foods (still not happy about the hashbrowns...or Vitamin G as daddy calls it) is always smiling when I pick her up AND DROP HER OFF. So, I guess if it were really bad she would throw a fit about staying....and besides if I could only convince work they don't need me until 8:45 then I could maybe check out our BlogPal K&*&^'s Mom's resource. We were visiting not too long ago so we know exactly where it is!
tattatatat for now xoxo MSM