Go Clots?

In honor of my favorite Indianapolis Colts and Super Bowl Sunday, I thought I'd share what my Kiki wrote at school on Friday:



In case you can't read it, this is what she wrote:

"I think the Clots will win! If the Clots don't win my mom will fell happy for a person how (who) is on the Saints that useds to be on Purdue."

Well, spelling may not be her strength, but she sure knows me well! Go Colts, or should I say, Clots?

Ding Ding!

When Kiki was about two years old, the daddy private parts somehow earned the nickname "ding ding." Seems to me this all started with my husband, who gave "the parts" that name when Kiki was playing with him and accidentally kicked him down there yonder. He told her, "no kicking Daddy in the ding ding, " which was followed by many giggles from our precocious two year old.

Weeks later we were shopping for a birthday present for him and walking through the men's department looking at clothes. She said "Get Daddy a ding ding!?" I was mortified until I realized she was pointing to the belts (and then I laughed my ass off)! I was more than amused that she had thought all of this time that the "ding ding" was the belt instead of the male body parts slightly below that area. Why would she know anything else?

Fast forward six years and somehow the discussion comes up about the "ding ding" again. One night after dinner, Bill was joking around about teaching our dog to "get the ding ding" if there was ever a bad guy around. Mind you this is a Labrador, who won't even bark when strangers come around, and would likely lick an intruder to death. Then realizing that he didn't want to give the girls any ideas, Bill told them "you know you should never kick or hit a boy on his ding ding." Of course the girls giggled. We told them that this was never OK and if they did this, they could really hurt someone. He said the ONLY time it would be OK., was if a boy was hurting them and wouldn't stop.

I kept looking at both girls to see if they were understanding this, and then thought to ask "you do know that when Daddy says "ding ding" he is talking about a boy's private parts, right?" Both girls just smiled at me and then Kiki said, "I know why they call it a ding ding." I said "Oh really? Why?" and she said, "because it just hangs down and goes ding, ding, ding, ding," all while waving her belt back and forth between her legs.

And that was the end of THAT discussion. . .

Wordless Wednesday - Maxi Girl

My niece, Pippa, discovers another use for her Mom's maxi pads

I'm 40? Who Me? Seriously? How did I get here?

Last week, I turned forty. Thanks to my wonderful husband and family, I had not one, but two wonderful dinner parties. I had an early celebration before Christmas with my side of the family and then one with his family on my birthday. Even though I knew I was having special dinners to celebrate, I had no clue where or when the parties would take place. I also had a few surprises in store for me along the way. At my first party here in Indy, one of my closest friends showed up with her husband and JT (Boo's future groom). On my actual birthday, there was yet another party in Ohio with my husbands family. And to my surprise, two of my close friends (one of which is battling Breast Cancer) from my days spent living in Buckeye country showed up. I hadn't seen either of these two wonderful women in close to ten years! I was so happy to see them I cried. What can I say, I am a big sap in my old age!

Turning forty was bittersweet for me. While I am not one to worry about age, it is hard not to think about it when looking back at all I've accomplished (or haven't in some cases). I remember growing up thinking forty sounded so OLD, and now that I am here I don't really feel that way. People say you are only as old as you feel, and most days I feel pretty young. My body reminds me, however subtlety, that I am not that young. I hear bones creak or joints crack when I get up and down off the floor, have to watch my weight, and things are sagging in places I can't mention. I even have plucked a few gray hairs here and there. But mentally I just don't feel OLD (except when I've forgotten where I parked or left my keys).

Looking back at all I've experienced in my life, I thought it would be fun to think of forty things I've accomplished throughout my forty young years. I wish I could remember my exact age for some of these, but my forty year old memory is failing me. There are some things that are pretty obvious, and some pretty great, and other things, well. . .not so much. You get my drift. . .

Forty Fabulous things I've accomplished/experienced (in no particular order of course):

1. I was born into this world
2. learned to crawl
3. learned to walk
4. learned to talk (and haven't shut up since)
5. learned how to annoy people (mainly my older brother)
   
6. riding a bike
7. fell off of my bike
8. learned to rollerskate
9. learned to swim
10. won a swimming race
11. came dead last in a swimming race
12. went to school
13. learned to write
14. learned to read
15. got straight A's
    
16. failed a class
17. first kiss
18. learned to play an instrument (Coronet/trumpet)
    
19. got my first bank account
20. bounced my first check
    
21. learned to drive a car
22. got in my first fender bender
    
23. graduated from high school
24. got my first job
25. got my first car
    
26. got my first paycheck!
    
27. learned to type
    
28. had my first alcoholic beverage
    
29. had my first hangover
30. graduated from college (so it took me 5 years, so what?!)
31. got my first credit card
32. moved out on my own
33. rented my first apartment
34. got married
35. moved into my first (and only so far) house
    
36. had a baby
37. had another baby - with NO drugs
38. wrote my first blog
39. got my first dog
40. turned 40! Whoo hoo!

I am sure I am forgetting something, but that is nothing new. After all, I am FORTY. Give an old woman a break! : ) I wanted to scan some pictures taken throughout my forty years but I will have to save that for another blog. . . my forty year old body is just too tired to do it at the moment!

If you know me, feel free to comment and add to my list of accomplishments. If you don't know me, feel free to comment anyway. I always like to get comments (nice ones of course) on my blog so I know someone out there is reading it!

Superheroes to the Rescue

What happens when you put together a pull up (unused of course), blankets, a shopping bag and two imaginative little girls? New superheroes are invented!

Meet Diaper-head girl and Bag head girl. . .

Bag Head Girl and Diaper Head Girl to the rescue!!

Their imaginations never cease to amaze me!

Fish Sticks?

I posted on two pretty heavy subjects last week, September 11 and Cancer, so I've decided to write on a much "lighter" topic today: funny kid stories.

The girls are forever saying funny things, mispronouncing stuff and doing funny things. I've tried to keep track of them all in hopes that I would remember them and tell them stories when they are older. I love it when my family tells me funny things I said or did as a child and I know my girls will treasure these stories as much as I do!

So here are just some that I've collected over the last couple of years (no joke!). I have more but I figured this was a good start!

One of my favorites is Kiki and the fish sticks. She was eating some for dinner one night about a year ago and said "Why do they call them fish sticks? There isn't any fish in them! They should just call them sticks!" Now I always assumed she knew she was eating fish and never felt the need to say "um, that is fish you are eating". She is somewhat picky and I figured she eats them, likes them and she's getting fish in her diet, so I went by the don't ask, don't tell policy. So when she asked that question, Bill and I just looked at each other, smiled, and then looked at her and shrugged. She didn't carry it further so we just let it go. The subject came up again recently , and Boo said to her "because it is fish - duh!" We waited to see Kiki's response and she said "No its not." I was waiting for the argument to continue and for one of them to ask us to settle it, but nothing more was said about it. Then the other night they were eating chicken nuggets and Bill joked with Kiki"what's in your chicken nuggets?" She shrugged so I said, "chicken of course!" She acted like I was the one kidding and said "naaaah." : ) Not sure if she discovers if it is really chicken and fish she is eating if that will make her become a vegetarian or not. We've discussed that steak comes from a cow, pork from a pig, etc. Yet somehow chicken and fish don't come from animals of the same name. Hmmmmmm. Gotta love the mind of a seven year old!

When Boo was about four we were upstairs cleaning and folding laundry (or I was, she was playing of course) and she was walking around with her doll. She lifted up her shirt, pointed to her nipples and then asked "what are these called?" I told her "nipples." She smiled and walked away. A little while later she comes up to me, holding her baby doll up to her chest and says "look mommy! My baby's drinking from my pimples!" I had to turn away from her to laugh because she was so proud of herself, I didn't want her to think I was laughing at what she was doing.

A couple summers ago I was trying not so really hard to lose some weight. One day after I had finished mowing, Kiki asked why I mowed instead of Daddy. I told her because I wanted the exercise and explained about the importance of staying in great shape, but never mentioned needing to lose weight. Later that day she wanted to go on a long walk with me and get some exercise. While we were walking she says "Mommy, you're getting more weighed down from all that mowing and this walking." Obviously she had heard me tell someone I wanted to lose weight! Ha ha!

More fun quotes:

Boo to Kiki, when she was trying to talk and Kiki was singing: "Kiki, I can't hear my listening!"

Boo at the zoo this past spring, worried about seeing the sharks and wondering if they were behind glass: "Mommy are the sharks in glasses?"

Kiki to Boo when were driving past the airport and looking at the planes: "Airplanes can go faster than cars because there is no roads or police's."

Boo while washing her hands in the scalding hot restroom water at Olive Garden: "Mommy it's freezing hot!"

Boo on our recent airplane trip to California, still on the runway waiting to take off, "Are we still on the ground?" Then a few minutes after take off, as the plane reached a cruising altitude, she says, "Why did we stop?"

That's all for now, but I am sure I will have more funny news to report in the not so distant future!