The Toast Pot

Sometimes Genny comes up with something, and I have to admit she is mimicking something I have done. This one, I can't explain......
She has decided that toast is best eaten out of our smallest saucepot, in the middle of the floor, cut up, with a fork. She only wants toast out of the saucepot, nothing else.

ah, the 80's

We were reminiscing tonight about the various 80's fashions we wore, or witnessed other fools wearing............ so here's a top 10 recap:

1. Hypercolor T-shirts. Frankly, this made no sense. I don't want visual aids as to where I'm sweating. I should mention though, that I had one of the first of these in my little circle of 7th grade friends....
2. Hammer pants. What was the stylist on who came up with these? We abstained from this weird trend.
3. Coca-Cola shirts. Mine was pink and white, and I absolutely loved it. I think I wore it long after the trend had left the building.
4. Jeans with zippers on the ankles. What exactly were the zippers for? A shoe emergency?
5. Fold-roll. Boy oh boy did we do this one well.
6. Jams. Why wouldn't you want your shirt to be inside out?
7. Guess jeans. With the triangle on the rear. Fold-rolled.... hot!
8. Converse tennis shoes. I always wanted a pair of black hi-tops. Daring and dangerous!
9. Kaepa shoes. And trying to find a matching set of those blasted little triangle things to accessorize with my neon shirt!
10. Crimping, perms, and other ways to ruin your perfectly adequate hair.

Feel free to add other trends I missed!

Haircut Time

Gen's hair has been growing overtime, and it's halfway down her back when it's wet. It's starting to look a little scraggly, so we decided to trim it up. I can't believe she is such a big girl!

Would you believe that we cut 3 inches off the back? That girl had some serious hair!

2 is a state of mind

Perhaps we should have been worried a couple of weeks ago when Gen learned the number 2. She was just telling us where she (and we!) were going.

So here's some new accomplishments to note...I think she became a 2-year-old over the weekend.

Last weekend "Dada" became "Daddy." And this past weekend "Mama" became "Mommy."

Sunday night she demonstrated her growing fine motor skills as she found a water spray bottle and squirted it at... anything not moving in the house. Here's a picture of her waiting for Daisy to come back in the dog door.

We've been working on "please" and "thank you." She's doing well. So a few nights ago when I handed her a paper towel and said "Go put this in the trash" she corrected me: "peez, mommy." Zing.

She's stringing 3 words together, which is cool. "Good girl, Daisy" is a good one, as is "Daddy go work." AND she actually told me I was pretty (when I put on her very loud mardi gras bead necklace). But pretty, nonetheless.... I'll take what I can get.

She's figured out she likes things a certain way. All snack foods require a bowl, all dinner foods require a fork, chairs belong in a certain place, people belong in certain chairs, etc. And she's very into the number 2... hmmmm, this sounds strangely familiar.....