Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Oh no, allow me.

Ingrid is so pleased that Daddy rearranged the pantry for her so she can now reach the canned goods. I mean, how seriously thoughtful of him. Sometimes parents just surprise you with their thoughtfulness.

So appreciative she is that she even decides to lend her own input from time to time on where these cans should be placed. Its just her way of showing appreciation.

Ingrid, realizing that this discovery could go either way,

quickly pulls out the smile that ensures it will go "her way".

(When I caught Ingrid in this activity, she shot me the "deer in the headlights look" you see above, then she broke out into her adorable smile, and began industriously piling the scattered cans back onto the pantry shelves, telling herself "good girl" all the while. I love her.)

Monday, December 7, 2009


(I actually composed this post about 6 months ago, but got side-tracked and never finished it. I just came across it among my drafts and decided to finish and post it, even though its old.)

I have a 30-second rule about running water in our hall bathroom. If I hear it for any longer than that amount of time, I have to drag myself over to investigate. Handwashing is not a simple activity, you understand. It is so easy to become side-tracked. I'm sure we've all experienced the urge to fill the sink with suds to make squishy hand noises with, or give our plastic fruit a bath, or draw dirty soap-circles on the mirror with our fingers.

But Theia is obviously beginning to understand that the bathroom sink is mainly for hygenic purposes. This was demonstrated on my most recent trip to the bathroom when the 30-second rule was broken. I rounded the corner to be greeted with, "I'm just makin' my hair beautiful, Mom".

And isn't it... ...beautiful?