Mom of the Year

Yes, that is a plastic bag... on her head.  Inches away from her respiratory equipment.  The same kind of bag that often comes with a lil clause printed somewhere ''This is not a toy.  Suffocation Hazard.  Keep away from babies and small children.''

But she found it and voila! a hat!!  18 months old and already a Cutting Edge Fashion Designer, ahead of her time!!

Who wouldn't be proud?

I am a mother

I am a mother.

I kiss the boo boos to make them better.  

I hardly ever get more than 4 hours of solid sleep. 

I don't remember my last manicure.

I know the importance of bubbles and balloons.

My clothes are comfy and often stained.  

I never forget Teddy.  

I make the night safe and warm.  

Nothing I own is actually mine.  

I need to develop the patience of Job.

My heart is million times bigger than I knew it could be.  

I am a mother.

What about you?

Bling Bling!!

Nan The Beautiful and Great Writer, Friend and Mama gave me some Bling!  YAY for me :)  Thanks Nan :)  She thinks I'm charming!  Indeed.  Well that makes at least one person ;-)

This award is given to the writers of blogs that “are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award.”

The trouble is, I don't have even 5 peeps to give it to that haven't already gotten it... far less for 8.

But I do have one.  Janelle is an old school friend.  We weren't that close in school, from what I remember, but we have formed a friendship now.  Albeit based on reading each others blogs.  But a friendship nonetheless.  And i'm guessing that's kinda the point of this one.  So Here Ya Go Janelle!  This one is for you :)

The world according to toddlers

Firstly, this post is more for me... as a way of recording what I don't want to forget.  But come to think of it, isn't that the point of many mommy blogs?  So to anybody reading this: Hello!  This might be boring.

The Angel took her time to talk.  I hear its common with bi-lingual babies.  Or maybe she just had other more important things to work on.  But now that she has started, it seems that there are new words every day.  Many of them need decoding, but so far, it hasn't been too hard for me to figure them out.  

The cuteness factor of this would be improved 50-fold with a video, but so far, it seems that a Hollywood future is not in the cards for lil Miss Angel.  As soon as I grab it, she stops talking and wants to dismantle the camera instead.  Engineering maybe??  Or Photography?

So here is the world she lives in:

• Apod - Ipod
  
• Twee - TV
  
• Pudah - Computer
  
• Min or Miny - Milk
  
• Tikki, Mow - Kitty.  Our cat died a little while ago, and she really misses him.  We hear this a lot.
  
• Ohh Ohh - Dog
  
• Peen - Plane
  
• Boo boo - Bubbles
  
• Ann - Hon (Me or her dad)
  
• Annie - Honey (Me)
  
• Whee - Slide
• Peetee - Pretty (flowers)
  
• Apu - Apple
  
• Some - Can I have some please?
  
• One! - Ok, how about just one then?
  
• Boo -  Ball or bowl.  Maybe they are the same thing to her?
• Pee pee - I just peed on the floor.
• Dude - Juice
• Cow - Cow or clouds
• Moon - I want to look at the Baby Einstein / Baby Gallileo video.
• Nee - Horse
• Dodo - Can I look at Dora the Explorer?
• Padah - Specifically the one where she sings Itsy Bitsy Spider.
• Tuck - Help!  I'm stuck!
• Bak - Let's go ride my bike.
• Bikki - It's time for biscuits!
• Tee - How about some cheese?  Or sometimes she wants a sip of my tea.  The whole ''Its hot'' thing didn't work, Nan.
• Coookie - I give you 3 guesses what that one means ;-)
• Daddy - Teddy.  
• Ata - Aitah (Thank you, in Estonian)

And some others... but I don't want to bore you too much.  Nap time is almost up, and if I don't get some laundry done, tomorrow will be a nekkid day.  Not that I mind, but the neighbours might.

Ciao bambinos!