Kid-isms
Here's some day to day happenings at the Taylor household. I would like to remind everyone that I started this blog for personal reasons and would like to continue to write about things that are of interest to me and not necessarily the outside world. Having said that....
Leah is four going on fourteen. She is very much a little teenager-mood swings, outbursts, embarrassed by her parents, worried about what everyone thinks, etc. In this example, Leah is sporting her newest wardrobe addition-an outfit she just had to have, purchased with some leftover birthday money. She could have chosen a toy, books, food, or whatever. But no, she had to have this blue polka dot dress with matching shoes. She immediately wanted to show her boyfriend Conner. I call her Polka Tot.
This last picture would be of little consequence except for a few reasons. 1)Leah took the picture herself. Not bad for a four year old! 2) This is a skirt that Karina told me to get rid of, or fix, because it's two sizes too big. I'm holding a big wad a fabric behind my back. The only thing that's accomplishing is showing off my thighs. Hooray. I cropped these pictures to bleep out the messy house in the background! Maybe someday I will want to look at the mess in the pictures, and with fond memories and tears in my eyes I will think to myself "Remember the good ole days when we were living in the most retarded place ever, and Hannah ground banana into the rug, and Leah scattered pretzels all over the couch in one of her rages, and Brian came home from work and dumped his stuff all over the place and we tripped on it in the wee hours of the morning when everyone woke up at 4:30 am? Why can't we live like that again?" I'm really not bitter. Promise. See my happy face?
Hannah wins the award for Most Involved With Food. She takes culinary love to a new level. Andy doesn't really appreciate this about her (picture someone turning green, holding down a vomit). She demonstrates her devotion in this picture. We all know that there are many ways to eat an Oreo, or Reese's, or whatever. This is Hannah's preferred method of eating an Oreo-break cookie apart, suck out filling, then gnaw on leftover cookie pieces until they form a paste. Spread paste over all exposed body parts, including hair, so there will be some leftovers for later. She will spend up to 30 minutes in the high chair on one item of food. Unfortunately, this picture doesn't really show off her true capabilities.
Leah is four going on fourteen. She is very much a little teenager-mood swings, outbursts, embarrassed by her parents, worried about what everyone thinks, etc. In this example, Leah is sporting her newest wardrobe addition-an outfit she just had to have, purchased with some leftover birthday money. She could have chosen a toy, books, food, or whatever. But no, she had to have this blue polka dot dress with matching shoes. She immediately wanted to show her boyfriend Conner. I call her Polka Tot.
This last picture would be of little consequence except for a few reasons. 1)Leah took the picture herself. Not bad for a four year old! 2) This is a skirt that Karina told me to get rid of, or fix, because it's two sizes too big. I'm holding a big wad a fabric behind my back. The only thing that's accomplishing is showing off my thighs. Hooray. I cropped these pictures to bleep out the messy house in the background! Maybe someday I will want to look at the mess in the pictures, and with fond memories and tears in my eyes I will think to myself "Remember the good ole days when we were living in the most retarded place ever, and Hannah ground banana into the rug, and Leah scattered pretzels all over the couch in one of her rages, and Brian came home from work and dumped his stuff all over the place and we tripped on it in the wee hours of the morning when everyone woke up at 4:30 am? Why can't we live like that again?" I'm really not bitter. Promise. See my happy face?
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For the record w/ regards to Hannah's eating habits I have not yet actually spewed. Bile in the throat maybe, but no spew. My favorite part is that she can have a completely masticated pizza crust in and out of her mouth and she just smiles--not her monkey "I know I'm doing something bad" smile, just a regular happy smile.