Three-Year Old Wisdom

This conversation took place at my sister and her husband's house between Gianna and my cousin, Joel:

GIANNA
(looking at a picture of Sar & Evan on their wedding day)
Tito Joel - when you get married, you don't have any more hair.

JOEL
What do you mean?

GIANNA
(turns and looks at Evan, then back at Joel -
she points to the picture)
See - when you get married, you don't have any more hair.

Let's look at the men in Gianna's life:
My Dad - married, no hair

My husband - married, no hair

and finally, the one who brought on this whole discussion:
my brother-in-law, Evan - married, no hair.

Gianna may be onto something.

Funny Stuff

My two youngest AND my cousin are taking their afternoon naps. My oldest is doing a page in her summer workbook - I know, what a mean mom making her do schoolwork during the summer.

So I wanted to share something fast & funny.

I love The Office.

I love conversations between Dwight and Jim:

DWIGHT SCHRUTE
Welcome to Hotel Hell. Check-in time is now, check-out time is never.

JIM HALPERT
Does my room have cable?

DWIGHT
No. And the sheets are made of fire.

JIM
Can I change rooms?

DWIGHT
Sorry we're all booked up. Hell convention in town.

JIM
Can I have a late check-out?

DWIGHT
I'll have to talk to the manager.

JIM
You're not the manager, even in your own fantasy?

DWIGHT
I'm the owner, the co-owner - with Satan!

JIM
Okay, just so I understand it. In your wildest fantasy, you are in hell and you are co-running a bed and breakfast with the devil.

DWIGHT
But I haven't told you my salary yet.

JIM
Go.

DWIGHT
Eighty thousand dollars.

Busy, Busy

I don't know about you, but we've been running around like crazy around here! Don't get me wrong, it's not a terrible thing - but it's busy enough that I need more than my regular dose of caffeine throughout the day.

Aside from all the everyday busyness, we're superexcited about our special guest coming this weekend! Family visits are always fun - especially when one of our cousins comes into town. Whenever they come, I'm immediately reminded of various family gatherings from my childhood - Christmas, Thanksgiving, summertime. Whatever the occasion - it always meant a great mixture of loud Filipinos, lots of food, and great cousin time fun...even if it was just sitting around watching my dad & uncles fall asleep watching TV.

Look what fun we had last Halloween.
Bill & the girls did not adhere to the Roaring '20s theme.
The gangster in the hat will be here tonight!

My cousin has a conference for work about an hour away from where we live. My sister and mom are going to pick him up this afternoon, and he's staying until Sunday. The girls have been talking about "Tito Joel's" visit for weeks. They can't wait!
I'm not going to lie - I can't wait either!!

More, Please

I am no Martha Stewart!! My family can probably count on one hand (ok, maybe two) how many times I've cooked for them. "How do they eat?" you might ask. I'll save that for another post.


Anyway, today I felt somewhat Rachel Ray-ish and busted out some chicken from the freezer. After it thawed, I marinated it in something barbecue-y and sauteed it for a few. It looked quite tasty to me.

Espy, Espy, my picky Espy sat down at the table and declared, "I smell something." Her nose was scrunched in disgust. Oh how she encourages the chef in me!

"Just try it Espy, you might like it."

"I don't think I'm gonna like it, Momma."
(By the way, who taught my child to call me "momma"??)
Here we go.
My oldest has thrown more dramatic fits over what's on her plate than I care to remember - as if Bill and I are torturing her when we have anything other than grilled cheese or chicken nuggets for dinner.

"Please eat your food, Espy. Remember what mommy & daddy say."

"Yes, momma."
(There's that "momma" again!)
"Don't say my eyes hurt, or my neck hurts, or my leg hurts."
Every part of Espy's body starts to ache when she doesn't like her dinner - it really is an amazing phenomenon. I should probably ask her doctor about it.

I start to feed SweetBabyGirl, and there is complete silence (very rare in our home!). Espy and Gianna are eating, chewing, and swallowing. They do it again - eat, chew, swallow. And yet again - eat, chew, swallow. I'm quite amused.

With her plate completely clean, my precious firstborn looks across the table and says, "More, please." Oh how my heart brimmed with joy! No really, it was brimming. I kid you not.

So maybe I should cook more often for my little ones? Because really, who can resist a "happy plate"?

Bedtime

I'm so tired from my late night/early morning shenanigans.
I stayed up way too long doing silly, domestic things.
I'm off to bed now, though - sweet dreams!

Monday Musts

I don't necessarily have to do these things every Monday,
but today I must:
1.
make our bed - I just don't feel right until it's done.
2.
have a cup of coffee - maybe two since I stayed up 'til 4 this morning (oops).

3.
go for a run -
there's a bridesmaid's dress looming in my immediate future.
4.
clean my desk - I would post a picture, but I'm embarrassed.
5.
check out the damage on three
chocolate chip pancake-eating little girls!

What must you do today? Leave me a comment,
I'd love to know what's going on in your world!

Love the Beach

Would problems be easier if they happened here?

Probably not, but it's a calming thought.

Two Peas in a Pod

So I mentioned that Gianna is basically our little Billy, right?
Here are my top 5 reasons why...although I could probably name more:

1.
Bill & Gianna's love for all of the same foods
- i.e. tacos, tomatoes, bacon, biscuits & gravy, etc.
2.
Gianna's ability to mimic (both in expression and intonation) her father's random outbursts-
for example:
"Who let the dogs out?"
"That's what I'm talking about!"
and my personal favorite,
"I'm going to drop a dookie."
3.
Gianna's affinity for the outdoors - that's definitely all Bill.
4.
Gianna would much rather ride in Bill's big old truck than my sweet minivan - what's up with that?
5.
Gianna absolutely adores Bill -
like mother, like daughter on this one.

SweetBabyGirl

Isabella Simone - she's our youngest daughter.

She's going to be one next month, and I still can't believe it.
She's at that really funny stage where she can crawl super fast,
but not quite walk.
She understands what she wants, attempts to communicate,
but no one really understands her gibberish.
She can stay 11 months old forever.
Ok? Ok, thanks.

MiniB

Gianna Marie - she's our second daughter.

She doesn't look exactly like Bill, but she sure does resemble him.
She makes me laugh, just like her dad -
probably even more than her dad.
She doesn't even have to say anything, all it takes is a facial expression
and/or a sweet dance move.

MiniMe

Esperanza Charisse - she's our firstborn.

She looks like me.
She talks like me.
She acts like me.
She's stubborn like me.
She's emotional like me.
She can run on empty like me.
The poor thing is doomed!

Who's Who

My name is Grace.

I've been married to Big Bill (yummy!) for seven years.
I've had three girls with Bill (poor Bill!).
The oldest girl is MiniMe.
The next one is MiniB.
We're not quite sure about SweetBabyGirl.

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