build-a-bear

We took the kids to Build-a-Bear on Sunday.

Jonathan's cousin, Jill, sent the toodlers gift cards to Build-a-Bear for Christmas. Otherwise I don't think I would have ventured in there. Looked way too scary.

But in we went. And Lion finally, after much coaxing and about a hundred "No-wuh"s (those of you with children are familiar, I am sure, with the annoying two-syllabled "no") grabbed a plain brown teddy bear skin. Blue took about 2 seconds to run over to a very garish pink spotted leopard skin (wearing leopard makeup) and fell hopelessly in love.

So then we watched Blue kiss the leopard's little cloth heart, blow a wish onto it, warm it with her hands and then help the man in the store stuff the leopard skin. She seemed to think it was all pretty cool.

Lion, on the other hand, repeated "No-wuh" a few thousand more times and would not let go of his bear skin. So we grabbed a duplicate bear skin from the bin and stuffed that one instead, with much less pomp and circumstance. Just stuffed it, stitched it and switched bears. He looked down at the bear, after I had wrestled the limp bear skin out of his grimy fist and replaced it with a stuffed bear and said (what else) "No-wuh!"
 
So we named his bear Noah.

Blue dressed her leopard. In the sluttiest clothing available. A denim mini skirt and a tank top with a tattoo of a rose on the front. Which somehow looks appropriate on a pink leopard wearing makeup.

Blue named her Leopard. But you can call her whatever you want, honey.

Atreyu

I had such a crush on him. This morning I was wondering, Whatever happened to that kid from "The Neverending Story?" And what on earth was Bastian's mother's name?????? He opens the window and calls her name out into the storm and no matter how many times I rewound that damn scene I could never tell what on earth he said.

excuse me, sir, please step away from the computer

I would have posted last night, but my dear husband was on facebook for hours last night. He is addicted, I think.

If you have a facebook account, and if you know my husband, even remotely, he probably poked you.

Daddy and Blue play hide and seek

Jonathan counts to ten, covering his eyes. There is a frantic thudding of little bare feet across the hardwood floor and then the bathroom door shuts loudly.

Jonathan looks at me, a huge smile on his face. "Where could Blue have gone?" he asks himself loudly.

Someone is giggling in the bathroom.

Iowa

on filthy floors, frozen fish and "Finding Nemo"

I have decided I am going to try and post something every day. There is a group doing the NaBloPoMo all year in 2008. Maybe I'll join. Although I didn't blog on Jan. 1, so I am probably automatically disqualified.

Of course, having decided this, I find myself not in a writing mood.

What is going on in my world today? Anything? Um, not really. I am cleaning my kitchen floor. Which is a task I do not care for. And that I put off as long as humanly possible. So that the floor is absolutely disgusting and that much harder to clean when I decide to finally try to clean it.

I am defrosting some fish to make seafood lasagna tonight. Which I am ridiculously excited about. I found the recipe card given to me by Andrea's mother for my bridal shower. I haven't made it yet, but the minute I came across the recipe last month I was very excited to try it out because I loved this lasagna whenever I had some at Andrea's.

So, yeah, that's my day so far. Cleaning the floor and defrosting fish. And watching Finding Nemo for the billionth time.

Yay, me.

happy new year