America's Next Top Model, Part II

The girls' got attitude....

Le Ballon Rouge

As Bella's red balloon floated up into the sky last night, she looked at me, lip quivering, and said, "Maybe we could get a really big ladder and climb up into the sky."

Who's the Mommy?

Last night when I was putting Bella to bed, I tucked her in and was about to lean over to give her a kiss, when instead she sat up and kissed me on the forehead and said, "Goodnight Dear." Then laid down and went to sleep.

The $64,000 Questions

I have two questions that I ask Bella almost every day.

The first is "Do you know that I love you?" To which she always replies, "Yes." (and hopefully she will always answer the same way)

The second question is "What are you thinking about." Now this one is a great question to ask a preschooler. Because you never know what the answer is going to be..."Turtles", "Cinderella", "Candy" (this is a common answer - wouldn't you love to have the time to just daydream about candy). But it is always a great way to start a conversation and usually good for a laugh or two.

So next time your kid looks quiet and contemplative, ask him/her what he/she is thinking about. Whether your kid is 2 or 16, you might just learn something.

Enchanted

My grandmother is dying. We don't know when she will go, but it will be soon. All day today I thought of her and some of the funny things she used to do and they made me smile. And then I would cry. It is never easy to say good-bye to someone, no matter how old they are or what the circumstances are. Last night, my husband had tried to explain the situation to Bella. He told her that mommy's grandma was very old and sick, and she wasn't going to always be here, and that made me sad because I would miss her. So tonight, Bella and I snuggled up on the couch before bed to watch a movie and she leaned in close to me and asked, "Why is your grandma old?" I tried to explain to her, with a lump in my throat and a few tears. I didn't know if she would understand, but when you hear her response, you will know that she did.

She gently leaned into my face and gave me the softest kiss and said, "True Love's Kiss Mommy." (sob).

In all the Princess movies, True Love's Kiss is always the solution to breaking the spell or solving the problem....and you know what? It really works.

12|22|1919 - 5|2|2008 Good-bye Grandma. I'll miss you.

The Birds and the Bees...Not Quite Yet

Over the weekend, good friends of ours had a baby boy. We have been talking to Bella about it for a long time so we were very excited to head off to the hospital to see the new baby yesterday. As we were driving, Bella asked me why we were going to the hospital. I told her that that is where Keely and Steve had their baby. She thought for a moment (to which I was thinking in my head..'what am I going to tell her if she asks how it all works?') and then said, "I had a dream about the hospital the other night" (not what I was expecting). I said, "Really? What did you dream about the hospital?" "I don't know" she said. "Do you know what a hospital is?" I asked. "No" she replied.
So I explained what a hospital was instead...whew!

Weekend at Bella's

On Saturday, Bella came up to me in my office and said very seriously, "Mommy. I need to talk to you about something." "What?" I said. "I need to tell you about love.", she replied. So I said, "What would you like to tell me about love, my dear?" "That I love you Mommy" she said, and went back to what she was doing.

On Sunday we were sitting in a line of cars at McDonald's, behind a big stinky truck. Bella said, "Yuk Mommy, that truck has bad breath. I can smell it in my mouth."

Smart Kid.

Mem'ries, Light the corners of my mind

How come on any given day, I can remember...
The lyrics to "Do You Know the Muffin Man" and "Fifty Nifty United States"
How to do Jacob's Ladder and Cat's Cradle on a Chinese jump rope
How to make homemade Play Dough
The theme song from The Flintstones
Silly Knock knock jokes
and a recipe for homemade brownies...
but I can't remember where I put my keys?

It's kinda nice that our minds are set up to remember the fun stuff, the good times, the dabba doo times. Isn't it?

My Name is Tasha....

...and I am a chocoholic!
And it must be hereditary because this morning I was driving my daughter to school and she was naming off the colors in the rainbow. She said, "Purple, red, blue, chocolate..."
I think we will have to go through the 12 Step program together:

1. Admit that we are powerless over chocolate.
2. Come to believe that a Power greater than chocolate could restore us to sanity.
3. Make a decision to turn our will and our lives over to the care of something other than chocolate.
4. Make a searching and fearless inventory of all things chocolate.
5. Admit to ourselves, and to another human beings the exact nature of our love of chocolate.
   
6. Be entirely ready to remove all the chocolate from our house.
7. Humbly ask the chocolate to forgive us.
8. Make a list of all persons we had harmed, (by not sharing our chocolate) and became willing to make amends to them all.
9. Make direct amends to such people wherever possible.
10. Continue to take personal inventory and when we see chocolate in the store, don't buy it.
11. Seek through prayer and meditation to improve our conscious contact with vegetables and healthy snacks.
12. Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we try to carry this message to chocoholics everywhere, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.

Either that or we could go out for ice cream....

TGIF

Well, we made it through another week. Today Bella and I went to the gym and then ran around town doing errands. I had a gift certificate to a posh place that I had never used and it was just about to expire, so we had an extravagant "Ladies Lunch" before we came home. We ordered whatever we wanted to eat. Bella had macaroni and cheese and lemonade. Mommy had corn & crab chowder and Filet Mignon tacos. We colored with crayons and talked about Princesses, The Flintstones and our upcoming trip to Yankee Stadium. I couldn't have asked for a better lunch date. Then we headed home to do laundry, work a little and mess up the house (should have been clean up the house, but we messed it up instead).
Tonight as we were winding down and Bella was getting ready to go to bed, she curled up next to me on the couch and let out a big sigh and said, "It's good to be home."
I couldn't agree more.
Enjoy the weekend. We will.