Sunday, July 28, 2013

"Momma, you're my kinda woman!"

Then she planted a big ol' smacker on me. 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

"Mom, don't you think it would be so much more fun to have half a penis and half a bagina?"



 I... guess it depends on who you ask?  

Sunday, July 21, 2013

Me:  I believe in you. I believe you can be anything you want to be and do anything you want to do. 

Foo:  Do you believe I can watch after myself without a babysitter?

That's the sound of my kid breathing her full-on hot morning breath in my face.  

"Mom, does this smell just like fresh air?  Here, let me do it again..."

Saturday, July 20, 2013

Fin just graciously stood over the air conditioning vent and kicked some cool air my way. 

Friday, July 19, 2013

Just accidentally (I swear!) startled the crap out of my kid. So much so that she yelled at me. 

"MOM!  You scared me to Jesus!"

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Finley and I were looking at a Hanna Andersson catalog that came in the mail today, thumbing through back to school clothes, tights & shoes, backpacks, etc. 

We came to the underwear page and she was so busy pointing out the girlie undies and camis she likes that it took her a moment to notice... on the opposite page... dun dun DUN... the boys drawers. 

She slapped her hands over her eyes and shrieked which was a totally acceptable reaction to this momma. THEN she burst into hysterical giggles, peeked through her fingers and snickered, "I just can't quit looking!!" 

Oh, crap

Saturday, July 13, 2013

"Mom, did I just plop out of your bagina or did the doctor have to cut me out of your belly?"

When you put it that way, cesarean section actually sounds like the more appealing choice...

Thursday, July 11, 2013

May 8, 2013

Apparently we have reached the age in which momma singing Bust A Move and, you know, busting a little move causes my kid to roll her eyes, heave a huge sigh and leave the room.

I can't wait till the next time we're in a crowded public place together.

May 28, 2013

Finley Kate Willmore wants everyone in West Frankfort to know she "got 3 shots today and didn't scream, so everyone will be proud of me". 

She lies, but I'm proud of her anyway. 

Bring on Kindergarten!

June 4, 2013. Around midnight...

Oh holy holy. Just got up for a midnight pee, walked out of my bedroom and heard footsteps running at me down the pitch black hallway. Damn kid almost saved me a trip to the bathroom. I may have done a little terrified dance. Once it was clear I wasn't a) being attacked by the paranormal or b) having a heart attack, I caught a bad case of hysterical giggles which then spread to my kid. We sat in the bathroom at midnight, laughing together in the dark till tears ran down my face. This kid is going to be the death of me.
Playing catch with Finley and her mini rubber kickball (of which there used to be three). Howard (Chihuahua) loves to aggressively intercept but he tends to puncture and deflate them. 

Fin: AARGH! I'm getting so sick of this!

Me: Sick of what?

Fin: Howard always busting my balls!
Fin and I saw Despicable Me 2 recently. She stage whispered to me during this scene that the Village People minion on the right looks just like her daddy. Heh.

Me:  How was your day?

Fin:  It was just precious.
Viewing a Pinterest picture of cupcakes...

"MMM, those are watering my mouth!"