Cooking Class 101 with DaDa

 

 

Track 'em

Sit Boo Boo Sit, Good Bad Dog

the big 3-0

What?! 30 months. I know, I can't believe it either.

A dress with a Carters tag from 1979 (and a tear from the reminisce of a lingering cold-promise she was having a jolly ole time)

I remember the day I turned thirty. I was getting out of the shower and I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself for a long time. I examined every inch of my body and appreciated the fact that I finally looked like a grown woman. I also assumed that this was how I was going to look for the rest of my life. The way I saw it, I was never going to age; I'd just look up one day and be old.
Terry MacMillan

Love y-o-u.

 

Pop it in and presto

As of last week, LDC was still using a pacifier at nighttime.  After researching on-line what is the best way to get rid of her pacifier, I found a suggestive list (with my comments italicized).

1. Simply take them all away and let them throw a fit (not a bad option as long as there is plenty of red wine in the house for me)
2. Cut off part of the nib, so they can't suck on it (sounds good)
3. Tell them the dog pottied on it and take it out to the trash (hmmmm...I could put the blame on Tela)
4. Put some hot sauce on the tip of the pacifier (we support Avery Island, but not in this situation)
5. Tie it to a balloon and send it to the Binky Fairy (Mother Earth would not approve)

Bedtime- night one recap
LDC couldn't figure out what had happened to the pacifier.
She stated, "It needs batteries"
I stated, "A squirrel must have borrowed your binky"

No crying.  She was slightly frustrated but then...off to sleep.
 

Bedtime- night two
She stated, "It needs batteries"
I stated, "A squirrel must have borrowed your binky again.  You are very good at sharing.  Thank you."
No crying...slightly frustrated...off to sleep.



Bedtime- night three
She stated, "I don't want it"
Mission completed.



There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child.  There are seven million.- Streightiff