I wrote this new tune for Christmas… it’s coming soon!
Frosty the snore man
Frosty has become our youngest’s favorite movie this year. She watches it three to four times a day, and can almost recite the dialog.
There’s a part in the movie where Frosty and the kids go to the train station to get him a ticket to the north pole, and the ticket counter guy is asleep in his chair snoring. She says, “That looks just like Mee Mee snoring!”
Mee Mee is her grand mother on her mother’s side. 😀
(I must have laughed for about 10 minutes.)
Barbie… naked.
One of the “joys” of being surrounded by girls is getting to inadvertently undress Barbie. The little one just brought me a Barbie and said, “Dad, can you help me get this off?” and handed me a Barbie with a microscopic knot in her dress straps. After what seemed like many minutes, I finally got the knot cleared and Barbie was finally… naked.
Why do little girls always like to play with naked Barbies?
Our middle schooler on the local news
Very proud to see our middle schooler on the local news this evening. The local weather guy from the ABC affiliate was at their school today, got video of the assembly, and showed it on the newscast. Even with the hundreds of students in the shot, we could still pick her out of the crowd.
Yay!
Really? I mean, REALLY?!?
The wife and I are taking some time to do some Christmas chores, and it involves us looking at some family photos. We set the kids up in the other room with every single Barbie and accessory in the house, hoping that they would play together nicely and not bother us so that we could finish what we were doing.
Even with all of that, they CANNOT LEAVE US ALONE!
You would think that we never pay attention to them or something.
Itchy butt.
So this morning, my butt was itching a little (yeah, I know; I’m ALL class!) So I’m doing a little dance in the kitchen, complaining to the wife about it.
Then the little one wants to play. We find the ball she wanted to play with, and then went to sit down to play, and she says, “No, stand up dad, your butt won’t itch”.
Classic.
4:30am… bad dream…
We still use a baby monitor for our littlest one, and at about 4:30 this morning, I heard her crying. 4:30. Really?
Really.
My wife still can’t pick her up due to a surgery about a month ago (2 more days, 2… more… days!) and I’ve got to be the one to get up with her incase she needs to get out of the crib. So I drag my feet down the hall, and find our oldest one already has her out of the crib and headed to her own room. Nice. Love having a teenager in the house! She had worked late, then went out Christmas shopping, then wrapped all the presents she bought, so she was still up at 4:30. (Got to get her on a better schedule)
But the littlest one was scared, and disoriented so late at night, so I had to get her and take her back to the crib. Then rub her back. for a looooong time.
And people wonder why I’m so tired.
Pixie dust
So this morning, our littlest one found our Elf on the Shelf, who was precariously perched up on one of the curtain rods in our living room.
When I asked her, “How did he get up there?”
She answered matter of factly, “He used pixie dust!”
Personally, I think she’s been watching too much Jake and the Neverland Pirates!
🙂
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