Thursday, July 24, 2008
Happy Birthday, Yianni!
Rainbow Park
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
She doesn't miss a beat
Jordan and I were wrapping up our nightly bedtime routine last night, and I dared to request a bedtime title of my choice. I thought we could read Little Melia's Big Poi Idea, but Jordan didn't seem to agree on mom's selection. I didn't expect her to say okay anyhow, so we proceeded to her bookshelves so she could pick her own book. I wasn't sure what she was waiting for (although she is great at stalling st bedtime), but she turned to me and said "Mommy, you go in my bed ..." She wanted to surprise me with the story choice for the evening. So, naturally I played along and got nice and cozy. Jordan then comes over to the bed with a big smile on her face and hands behind her back. Her surprise story for Mommy was in fact Big Poi Idea. She was so sweet about it, and so thrilled to surprise Mommy in that way.
After we read our book, we cuddled for a little bit and she asked me, "Is this my left hand, Mommy?" Indeed it was. She asked, "Is this my right hand?" It was. I then asked my little big girl, "How did you know?" She quickly replied, "Because I'm smart. I don't miss a beat."
-Mommy
A FUN MORNING (7-14-08)
"I go with you to the library if you want, OMA."
On the way my 'backseat driver' told me when to stop or when I can go. Then I was told that milk comes from cows and not from Safeway or Costco. We checked that out at the library and yes, milk comes indeed from cows. The farmer squeezes the cow's utter milk into a bucket, then he pours it into a big can and takes it to the dairy. There the milk gets worked on and then put into cartons and jugs and all goes to different stores.
We looked at some other books, walked the grounds outside, visited the Frog King and decided to have an ice cream at Fosters Freeze because it was a really hot day. Jordan ordered and paid for the cone all by herself. She looked like a mini-teenager in her ponytail and cropped jeans standing there by the counter... When we got the cone (and a spoon for me to help), she picked a seat by the window, so we could watch what's going on outside and we played, "I see...". There was really nice music playing in the restaurant and suddenly Jordan reached out her hand and said, "Do you want to dance, OMA?" She was already done with her moves by the time I worked myself out of the seat. Then we bought a big chocolate milkshake to take home for mommy and daddy to share.