Remorse?

Miss Independent/Miss ODD strikes again. The other day Girl was eating her oatmeal for breakfast and I nicely asked her to set down her bowl (she was holding it up to her face so she could see what was in it). Immediately upon my request, she put it in her left arm and hugged it to her chest. And that is how she ate her bowl of oatmeal.

Don't tell her, but I think she spilled less while hugging the bowl and holding it directly under her chin than when she east it like she is supposed to.

Strangely, I don't see any sign of remorse in this face...

Party like it's 1919

Yesterday we belatedly celebrated my Grandpa Jack's (dad's dad) 90th birthday. His actual birthday was December 12, 1919. Our whole family met in Rockford for dinner and a Euchre tournament.

This is my Uncle Randy, Grandpa, dad, Aunt Mary Ann, and Uncle Gordon.

After dinner everyone said something they were thankful for about Grandpa Jack. This was him giving his "acceptance speech" with his arm around Grandma Marge (she'll be 90 in July). They have been married 68.5 years.

Before the Euchre tournament, my aunt had made a photo tribute of Grandpa's life. This was Nanny and Papa cuddling on the couch.

Watching the video (Grandpa, Gordon, Mary Ann, Nanny, Papa, Katie and Scott)

Our part of the family with Grandpa Jack and Grandma Marge.

Sassy

This morning I started a new Bible study at church. I dropped my girl off in the nursery and she was not really happy about it. She does a great job on Sunday mornings, so I wasn't worried. When I came to pick her up, her eyes were all red and she was rubbing them. I asked the workers if she had cried the whole time and one of them said no just the last few minutes. She thought she knew what triggered it...

Apparently when all of the kids were eating snack around the table, one kid asked for his mommy. Worker Lady said,"Your mommy isn't here. She will come back later and pick you up. Until she comes back, I'm your mommy."

My girl thought about it and then looked at the lady and said, "You're not my mommy."

I asked if they were sure that is what she said. They said, "clear as day, she didn't even need to repeat herself."


Wow. Whose kid is she? I don't know where she gets her sassiness. I wish I could have been there to hear her.

Uncle

Uncle Lance is home from college for a very long Christmas break (December 11th-January 20th). The first half of his break was great, but the second half has been plagued with "relationship problems." Thus, we have been seeing a lot of his lately. Girl just loves him. She calls him Uncle and runs to him whenever she sees him (even if her Nana and Papa Rozeboom are standing right there).

Lance was moping and Lee was trying to cheer him up.

A kiss from our girl will make everything better.

They have been playing games and reading books together.

Where is Uncle?

I found him.

Our favorite thing to ask her is, "Who do you want to change your pooper? Daddy, Mommy or Uncle?" She picks Uncle every time!

Apparently watching football intensely is how boys work through things and commiserate.

Even if we are just the consolation prize for Lance it has been nice having him around. He is much nicer when he is single.

Oh by the way...if you know of any nice, single, Christian, college-age girls in the Eastern Iowa or Albuquerque area let me know.

What is wrong with me?

I just vacuumed under the couch cushions for the first time since we moved in 3.5 years ago.

In my defense, I don't vacuum. It is Lee's only cleaning chore. I guess I need to be more specific...

Also, it is has been so cold and snowy this week, we haven't done anything exciting. I don't even remember taking a picture. Yikes. I will work one it.

Miss Independent

My Girl has to do everything by herself. Lately that has taken the form of feeding herself. I know it is good for her to learn, but it has vastly increased the amount of laundry I have to do.

She also needed both utensils to eat. She put one in each hand, thrust her hands in the air and yelled, "twooooooooo." Little smarty...now if only I could find the volume control on her.

She has sadly inherited her mother's sweet tooth. Lately every morning when she gets hungry for breakfast she grabs my hand, smiles at me and says, "coocah" (aka cookie). The past two mornings she has grabbed my hand and said, "cauk" (aka cake). She must be remembering all of the cake she has eaten in the past month (Haddie's birthday, Kerstin's birthday, Jesus' birthday, and Jared's birthday).

We had her 18 month appointment this week and after her shots as I was getting her dressed she looked at me tearfully and said, "coocah." Poor girl. What mama could say no to a cookie after a shot? During her appointment as I was talking to the doctor, she walked over to the door, pulled down the handle, pulled the door open and laughed as she ran into the hallway (all of that happened in about 2 seconds).

She is 33.5 inches tall and 26lbs 2oz. She is getting too tall. In addition to opening doors, she can now open the drawers in the kitchen, reach her hand in, and pull things out. I might have to find a new home for the knives.

PS Happy 2010!