I've created a southerner...

Momo has only known the South. I guess it is entirely natural then that she has picked up the southern dialect.

"Momo, can you come here please?"
"Yessss, mam!"

She says it all the time and every time it makes me laugh.

Stop the madness.

My relationship with Valentine's Day is ever so complicated. This stems mainly from the fact that my husband HATES Valentine's Day, and as much as I want him to want to do the dishes (to quote a movie trailer- from a movie I never saw- that I find to be an apt description of male/female relations on occasion) it really isn't worth it! Besides, I really don't like what Valentine's seems to have become anyway. So, to content myself with the status quo I just go about celebrating the anniversary of the founding of the women's branch of Opus Dei. Thus, I get my treats, the kids get theirs, and everybody's happy. But today, I was reminded of how crazy V-day has become. I was in Sam's Club and some young guy was trying to get the butcher to cut him a piece of beef in the shape of a heart. You should have seen the look on the butcher's face as he said, "You want what?!?!"

Stop the madness and make the heart shaped meatloaf like I am going to next year!

P's working so excuse me while I go help myself to some chocolate! HAH!

22 months!

Today Momo is two months from being two, but for all intents and purposes she already acts like a two year old. I should have known after she refused to come out during the first induction attempt that I had a feisty one on my hands!! Her absolute favorite phrase is "I don't know" pronounced with various inflections and sounding more like "I dohn nho". It is her response to pretty much every question.

Momo why were you playing with knives? I dohn nho.
Momo why did you draw on yourself with a sharpie? I dohn nho.
Momo where is your cup? I dohn nho.
Momo why are you so cute? I dohn nho.

(And for the record she was busted by older siblings this week for both playing with knives- which she got from using a chair to climb up on the counter- and sharpies- which she got from getting a chair and climbing up on a desk- all while her mother was off eating bon bons or something.)

Tonight we were doing a lice check because there is yet another infestation at school. (It is called a nit comb people- use it!!!) I checked everyone and she insisted on beign checked. Multiple times. She would cry "Me lice. Me lice! Me lice!" after I stopped in an effort to get me to check her again. Here's to hoping that phrase doesn't start getting used in places like church and the grocery store.