Sunday, December 14, 2008

Snoopy Come Home

I saw this movie when I was maybe 6 or 7 years old.. My parents had gone out for dinner and left my older sister Lisa, my younger sister Jenna and me with a babysitter. We were all Snoopy fans, especially Jenna who carried around a Snoopy for YEARS, until all that was left of it was a gray, bald Snoopy head. But we all loved Snoopy movies, so I am sure our babysitter thought " Yay!!I can put on this show for the girls and I won't have to do anything all night for them.... Groovy!!!!!!" (It was in the 70's of course...)

Oh my goodness, was she wrong...

This movie had the three of us in a crying fit. Seriously, we were inconsolable- and I think for years we all had the "Snoopy Come Home" theme song in our heads. And also the " No Dogs Allowed" song... When I saw that this movie was on TV a few weeks ago I made sure to DVR it... it's such a great movie, but still makes me tear up a bit!!! Get out the Kleenex, Lisa and Jenna!!! :)

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Out of the mouths of babes....

The other day, Will's best friend had a sleepover at our house. After school, we had to go to a little Christmas party, where Elisa sat on Santa's lap and Bella screamed her head off. Will and his friend went to the Gingerbread Shop during this fiasco, and I gave them each a few dollars to buy a little treat for themselves... They found me after a few minutes, and they were both very excited. They had each bought two little superballs, and the lady at the Gingerbread shop had wrapped them up in a holiday bag. Very cute.

We got back home, and Tyler, (Will's friend) was struggling to carry his backpack, overnight bag, sweatshirt and superball bag. I was helping Elisa and Bella into the house, so Tyler said, "Will! Can you please help me?!" and Will ran over, saw that Tyler needed help carrying something, and said "Okay- I'll grab your ball bag...."

I almost died laughing.....

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Quite possibly the funniest thing I have ever seen..

I am not sure which part cracks me up the most, but I have to admit that putting Elmo in there and watching him dance made me laugh myself into another asthma attack!!!!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

All I want for Christmas.......

Dear Santa:

I know you are in the business of giving.. I love that, don't get me wrong!! I was just wondering if you are capable of working some small, tiny miracles as well. You see, my 18 month old is at a stage where she really likes to do things that, well, drive me insane. I mean, really to the point of craziness. There are just a few things about her behavior I'd like to have tweaked, and I was really hoping you could help me out with this. It's really, really all I want for Christmas..

Here goes..

1.) Could you please make her stop being obsessed with the laundry detergent? I don't like to find her in the laundry room sitting atop a pile of Gain powder detergent. The first time was cute.. the 50th time, not so much.

2.) Could you maybe find a way to prevent her from dumping out and playing with the dog's food and water? It must happen about 10 times a day. Oh, and it would be great if you could also prevent her from slipping and falling in that disgusting mess as well. Dog food smells very gross.

3.) Is there a way you could prevent her from turning off the TV whenever we are watching something she knows we want to see? That would be great.

4.) I'd love it if she would eat something other than M&M's once in a while. That would make both my pediatrician and me happy!!!

5.) Bella has recently become obsessed with my Brillo pads. I used to keep them under my sink (which is the most convenient place to keep them) but have had to hide them in my pantry as of late. I was tired of finding them in our shoes and in the entertainment center. Could you maybe work some magic so I can keep them where I need them?

6.) Here's a biggie. Bella likes to pinch us. Really hard. And she knows what she's doing because when she pinches someone, SHE say's "OUCH"!!! So, if you could make her stop doing that, we'd be much happier and way less bruised.

7.) This is a special request from Elmo, our blind/deaf poodle... 'Yes, I love chocolate, but I am old and cannot tell if there is foil on the chocolate Bella is giving me. Foil covered chocolate is easier to INGEST than to actually DIGEST, if you know what I mean.. could we teach Bella how to peel the chocolate before feeding it to me? Thanks...'

8.) A new set of round doorknobs rather than the handles we have on our doors would be great, since Bella has learned not only to open the door and run outside with Elmo, but also that it makes Mommy run outside like a crazy person to look for her. Seeing Mommy run is funny. Round doorknobs would make life ever so much easier for me... and a lot less humiliating if neighbors happen to be walking by.

9.) Okay- one last thing... could you keep her as sweet and innocent-looking as she is, but take away the mischievous acts? My life would go a whole lot smoother that way, and I wouldn't lose her cuteness!!!

Well, Santa, there it is... all I want for Christmas. I hope it doesn't seem like too much to ask!!

Thursday, December 4, 2008

I Hate Dolls

Hate them. So if YOU like dolls, please don't read this post, okay? But I have never liked dolls, even as a kid. I don't like clowns either, but that is a story for another day. Anyways, I try to hide my dislike (fear) of dolls from Elisa, who loves them. She asked for a Baby Chou Chou from Santa, which she will be getting for Christmas. It talks and crawls, and drinks a bottle. We even got her a stroller for it. I'm okay with it because it's hidden away in a closet until Christmas day. I haven't bought her many other dolls, and my parents bought her a Bitty Baby years ago- so she maybe has 3 or 4 of them. She doesn't play with them often, thank God, she likes her princesses and Polly Pockets, and so do I. But every once in a while, she wants to find a baby doll, put it in her stroller and walk it around. I put on a brave face and play along, but I am always looking for the doll to do something weird- I have watched way to many scary movies!!

Sometimes we go to an Amish restaurant that has a huge gift shop upstairs. There is a small room that is FILLED with the most realistic baby dolls I have even seen- from newborn babies to those creepy kid dolls who stand in the corner with their faces to the wall like they've been "bad". UGH- what sick-o made those dolls and who the HELL would want one in their house? And what about the dolls that are 4 feet tall? Elisa wanted one the last time we went to this gift shop, and all I could imagine was waking up and having it standing next to my bed. I know it's an irrational fear, but I can't help it. If that doll was in my house, I would never sleep. Once, when we were in that creepy gift shop room, Jack (who knows how I feel..) said, "Oh my God, Mom, I could SWEAR that doll's head just moved".. I must have looked like I was having a seizure the way I got myself out of there. So, the point is, I hate baby dolls.

So, a few days ago, Bella came out of the playroom with a doll I had not see in a LONG time- I barely even remembered it at all, so I said " Elisa, is this yours?" She said "Yes, I got it when we lived in our old house and I was three." It looks like an okay doll, but you turn on the switch and it makes cooing noises, it says 'Mama" and giggles a little bit. It's mostly just indistinguishable babbling. Last night I was brushing Elisa's teeth and Bella came into the bathroom with the freaking doll. And Elisa said "It got in the light." I didn't know what she meant, so I said " What?" and she says "That's what the doll says.. 'It got in the light'.." and I pressed the doll's stomach (where the button is) and sure enough, after the 3rd time pressing the stomach, it says clear as day, " It got in the light".... WHAT THE !@!#$%^&*??!?! I have goosebumps typing this right now- I swear. I am not lying, I am not imagining it, I am not even trying too hard to hear it. It says "IT GOT IN THE LIGHT"- what does that mean?!?

Needless to say, the doll is in the garbage can in the garage, waiting for pick-up tomorrow morning. The trash guy cannot come soon enough. Now I am re-thinking the purchase of the Baby Chou Chou.. I can just see it being all great for the first few weeks, and then hearing it say something like "Take me for a walk in my new stroller, beyotch!!" I will commit myself to an institution!