When a Shiny Penny Trumps a Dollar

September 14, 2015

My little Mini Me just tickles me so much sometimes! She recently celebrated her sixth birthday and two separate people sent her birthday cards with $6 in them. She was confused at first, as she still thinks shiny coins are far preferable to boring old bills. After her father and I explained the value of a dollar and that received one pennydollar for each birthday she had celebrated she thought this was pretty neat.

Fast forward to this week… she is signing birthday cards for two of her younger cousins and dashes off and comes back with a penny for each card. When I asked what the penny was for, she said “since I do not know how many dollars old they are I want to give them a pretty, shiny penny instead”. 🙂

I love the way her mind works! So cousins, if you are reading this now you know why there is a penny in your child’s birthday card.


Jackpot Baby!

August 10, 2012

Jellybean was sitting on my bed the other day while I was piddling in the other room when suddenly I hear her yelling, “Mommy, Mommy, come quick!  Mommy there are so many of them! Mommy, hurry!”

Petrified there was a band of bees, or some other plague, swarming in my bedroom I came flying in the room to see my little bundle of joy dancing in a pile of $20 bills!  “Look Mommy,” she exclaimed, “they are twenties! And look, there are more!”  She was so very proud of her little jackpot!

When I asked where she found this little stash of cash, she proudly produced the remnants of the envelope she found on my bedside table and suggested we go looking for more envelopes so we could find more money for her big piggy bank.  As as excited as she was over “her” jackpot, I had to break it to her that those were not her $20 bills and no, she could not take them to the “big bank”.

I love being a mom!

I can swim! (not)

July 26, 2012

We have been trying to get little Jellybean comfortable putting her head underwater and, while she has the occasional breakthrough, she is still not quite there yet.

After spending some quality time floating on her back, practicing arm strokes, and going almost under water (read: dunking her chin in the water) we decided to take a break and watch the  5-7 year old swim class.  While hanging onto the edge of the pool, watching her older friends really swim she became inspired and decided she could swim too!  The exchange went like this:

JB: Excitedly says “Mommy, Mommy, I can do it!  I am going to do it!”
Me: “You are going to hold your breath and go underwater?”
JB: “No Mommy, I am going to swim! I can do it!”

Before I could get a word in edgewise she mimicked the older class and pushed herself off the side of the pool, kicking and splashing her arms with all of her might she lasted about three seconds, before she sank.

As I lifted her up above water I suggested we try learning the basics first like holding our breath under water and she said no, she would like to stick with her floaties for now.

Talk about peer pressure being a motivator!  Let’s hope that was not too much of a setback!

Manic Monday

July 17, 2012

Do you remember that song from the 80’s? Manic Monday?  It goes something like this: It’s just another manic Monday… oooh ahhh… I wish it were Sunday… doo dah…’cause that’s my fun day…. Oooh ahhh… my I don’t have to run day…

Not that my Sunday was an “I don’t have to run day”, Jellybean’s dad took his Viper and went off to the track for a weekend of fun and excitement with the boys, while the girls stayed home for a Mommy-Daughter weekend, but compared to my Monday it was definitely a fun day!

My Monday morning:

Text from nanny – the battery is dead on the car she uses to transport JB from point A to point B.

Check weather – it is going to be a scorcher with temps in the upper 90’s, think to self, “thank goodness the car seat is back in my car and we will not have to manhandle that thing this morning”.

Text from hubby – he has the car seat that belongs in my car in his car (read: must move car seats)

Text from my AA – she is sick and not coming in today. (When did people start texting in sick? There is no creativity to that, mastering the art of calling in sick is a rite of passage we all must go through!)

Check watch, it is 7:15am.  Time to get out of bed!

Hop into the shower, singing “Today is my favorite day” a great little jingle to get your head in the right place. Have you heard it? It goes like this:

“Today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way, I like tomorrow and yesterday, but today is my favorite day”. Jellybean likes to then run through all the days of the week, ending with the current day and yell “YAY!” and repeat “Today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way, I love tomorrow and yesterday, but today is my favorite day.” It is a perfect little song to put a smile on your face and also adjust your attitude when it is not exactly one of gratitude. And believe me, yesterday morning I needed to work on my attitude of gratitude!

As I hop out of the shower I hear a loud, urgent “MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!” I grab my towel and wrap it around me as I am running across the landing with visions of Jellybean wounded in her room and just at that moment…

The nanny opens the front door for our little friend and her father. Yep. Me half-wrapped in my towel. If he looked up and saw me I am super, duper grateful that he looked back down and did not acknowledge me up there!

Upon reaching my darling child I am relieved she is not lying pinned under her dresser or in some other deadly situation but has made quite a mess of herself and her panties. It seems when she and Daddy went to bed the night before he assumed she was in a Pull-up since she was already in a nightgown. It was not a pretty sight! With the sound of “Manic Monday”, which is starting to reverberate in my brain, drowning out “Today is my favorite day” I get Jellybean out of the messy panties and nightgown and into clean clothes so she can head down for breakfast with Nanny and friend. Thank God for Nanny!

Humming “Today is my favorite day”, I head back to my room, into a bathrobe, and get dressed for work. I put on a sharp pair of black slacks, black silk shell, and seersucker blazer (I am interviewing a potential recruit this afternoon), and finally head downstairs to start the day. It is 8:10am.

At 8:15am the battle of the car seats is in full force! One of the great things about car seats is the fact their straps do not move when pulled. One of the drawbacks is that they do not move when pulled! I look up at JB’s friend and ask if they have crazy mornings at her house too… her reply: “Nope”. What I would not give to be a perfect mother! Just as Manic Monday starts to come back in my brain it is time for everyone to sing, “today is my favorite day, God made it in a special way. I like tomorrow and yesterday but today is my favorite day!”

Everyone is in my car now and off to camp they go!

Off to the nanny car I go to see what is up. Dead, totally dead. Color me nuts but it seems mighty odd that the day after the car comes back from Pohanka’s body shop it breaks. Oh well, thankfully we have more cars in our driveway than we have chairs at the kitchen table.

I head over to my little Mazda car to head to work only to find the windows were left down the previous night when my husband moved it from the garage to the driveway. It rained during the night. Maybe I’ll drive the Viper? Nah. Run inside, grab a towel to dry off the interior and sit on for the drive to work. The time is 8:35am.

I kid you not, that was my Monday morning. Oh, and a little cherry for the top. Remember those sharp black pants I mentioned earlier? I had a devil of a time getting all of the towel fuzz off of them! Thankfully though, I keep a lint roller in my desk at the office!

Today is my favorite day.  God made it in a special way.  I like tomorrow and yesterday but today’s my favorite day.  This is especially true since I am writing this on yesterday’s tomorrow!

Here Come the Flower Girl and Ring Bearer…

July 2, 2012

This weekend marked Jellybean’s first trip down the aisle…as a flower girl. To be completely honest, we were a little nervous as to how our 2.5 year old bundle of energy was going to perform but in the end, and with the help of the very mature six-year-old ring bearer, she was outstanding!

This is just a quick clip from the rehearsal on Friday afternoon.

I must say, she does appear to have all of the enthusiasm of a bride to be! Could this be a sign of things to come? God help us!

“I am sorry”: The Dual Meaning

June 22, 2012

Last night, while on a ‘break’ from her beloved iPad/iPhone addiction, Jellybean asked if she could play with my iPad and I had  to utter that word all children hate to hear: “no”.

When she persisted,  I reminded her that she was not allowed to use the iPad for a day because she threw Mommy’s iPhone on the floor the previous day and did not apologize. She quietly pondered this for a moment and then said, “I am sorry Mommy”. I followed with a simple question, “Are you saying you are sorry because you feel bad about throwing Mommy’s iPhone or because you would like to watch Umizoomi?” She then turns her baby blues towards me and says with all of the sincerity a toddler can muster, “because I want to watch Umizoomi on your iPad, please!”

You have to give her credit for her honesty!

Adventures in Parenting… the Door Saga Continues

March 16, 2012
Saftey 1st Grip 'n Twist

Before shot of Jellybean's door knob

So what do you do when your child escape from her childproofed room ? Why you upgrade from the basic Safety 1st door knob covers to the super strength covers! Right? Right!

Saftey 1st Grip 'n Twist Door Knob Cover - Defeated

Can you believe a little 2.5 year old did this with her bare hands?

HA! That is what we thought too.  So imagine our surprise when the same thing that happened to the basic door knob covers happened to the extra strength covers. Thankfully this time she decided to come to Mommy and Daddy’s room instead of heading down to the kitchen but still – it is disconcerting to worry that your bundle of joy’s nighttime wanderlust could result in her finding her way outside. After all, if she could defeat the childproof door knobs a simple lock on the back door would be a piece of cake. So what did Daddy do? He reversed the doorknob. This at least buys us enough time to install locks on the exterior doors our of reach and childproof the windows. So far she has not learned to pick the lock but I am sure we will be posting a new adventure soon. This weekend we take the crib rail off and convert her crib to a day bed… I wonder if we should put a lock on her bedroom window so she does not climb down a tree in the middle of the night!?