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my internet connection
fails at the worst times

The Big Snow Storm

by Leslie

the only pictures

Our house after the snowstorm

I managed to get before

Snow on our tree

I had to go play

Dave and his fort

Project 365 FAIL

by Leslie

a picture a day
harder than it seems because
I already missed

“I don’t think we should
ever name babies after
someone that is dead.”

My mother made Julia a fancy play dress for Christmas. The kid wore it for most of January. One Tuesday night, she posed next to me in her fancy dress on the stepstool at the kitchen counter while I peeled potatoes for dinner.

“One day, Lucy will wear this dress,” she told me as she stared off and up to the right. “When I get too big for it,” she crossed her arms over her heart, “it will be Lucy’s,” she said smoothing out the skirt. “And when Lucy gets too big for it,” she jumped off the stepstool with a twist to make it twirl and poof out, “the new baby will wear it.”

“What new baby?”

“You know, the next baby you have.” She positioned herself in an arabesque.

“What makes you think we’re going to have another baby?”

She laughed like I was a fool. “Of course you’re going to have another baby.”

Little did I know, at that very moment, Grimmett 3.0 had already set up camp in my uterus and was busily constructing a neual tube.

A week later, I hopped in the van, clutching my chest and shivering. “MY GOODNESS! It’s cold! My milks feel like they’re going to explode right off my chest!” (Yeah, we them “milks.”)

“Maybe you have a baby in your belly,” Julia chimed from the backseat.

“Huh?” I looked at her like she was nuts.

“The last time you said, ‘My milks feel like they’re going to explode!’ Lucy was in your belly. She made you feel that way a lot. I remember.”

I stopped. I thought. She was right. I felt pregnant. I was probably pregnant. I looked at her again. She wasn’t nuts. She was scary psychic and probably reading my mind. I immediately called Dave and told him we made Julia too smart. I mean, what is it with that kid? Because she was right. Three pregnancy tests later, it was confirmed: I was knocked up. Again.

My parents did a happy dance. And I asked Julia for a string of numbers and then went to play the lottery.

Three’s A Crowd?

by Leslie

Dave and the girls

Do you think there’s room
on his back for one more kid?
Well, there better be.

This is what happens every Tuesday at lunch.

Me: “Lucy, would you like to go to Story Time?”

Lucy: “NO!”

Me: “You don’t want to go to Story Time at the library?”

Lucy: “NO!”

Me: “Are you sure? We’ll read books! And do a craft! And HAVE A SNACK! Lane will be there!”

Lucy: (quietly contemplates the cheesy macaroni noodle on the end of her fork)

Me: “Let’s go to Story Time at the library after lunch.” I say this with much authority and decisiveness.

Lucy: “NO!”

Me: “Do you want to go see the iguana?”

Lucy: (goes and gets her coat and hands it to me) “Help me? See iguana? LET’S GO!”

Lucy and the iguana

The library’s pet iguana is Lucy’s favorite thing about the library. She LOVES the iguana.

I tried to get video of her saying “iguana” because it’s pretty much the cutest sound on the planet. But she was busy being a monster -


- which is still pretty cute if you ask me.

My Little Chef

by Leslie

Let's Get Cookin'

baker in training
she likes the hands-on approach
and the eating, too

Lucy's Breakfast

breakfast with a friend
chatting, laughing, sharing bites
so what if he’s stuffed?

My girls and me at the McKinley Monument

a playgroup outing
to The McKinley Museum
for learning and fun

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