{b.i.f. three}

I'm currently reading Simple Mom's book One Bite at a Time.  Fabulous.

{b.i.f. two}

Current sleeping patterns in our house:

Claire {to sleep around 9:30, up at 8:00}

Meredith {to sleep around 9:00...she always falls asleep during quiet reading time, up at 9:00...this girl is a bear in the morning if you wake her before she's ready}

Amelia {to sleep around 8:30...she can rarely stay awake until Claire and Meredith come to bed, up around 7:00/7:30}

Olivia {to sleep around 7:30, up at 7:30...I think I hear the Hallelujah chorus playing in the background}

{b.i.f. one}

Amelia dumped her applesauce during snack this week while I was drying my hair in the bathroom.  Claire reported the damage.  I told her I would clean it up as soon as I was finished {approximately 30 seconds}.

I walked into the kitchen and found Amelia sitting on the floor next to her applesauce, spooning it into her mouth. 

"I spilled it."

{b.i.f. intro}

There are lots of things that I want to remember while raising my kiddos.  These are things that don't really qualify for an entire story on my blog simply because they are nothing more than a random memory.  And trust me, random memories get kicked out of my brain for much more important information like remembering that when The Laurie Berkner Band jumps into Tuesday, they're gonna have themselves a Snoozeday. 

You may or may not care about these posts...they're really just for me.

With that in mind, I will be randomly posting my "because I'll forget" {b.i.f.} posts.  See my next post as example one.

{the breakfast police}

So, this morning, Amelia was busy buttering her bagel when I walked out into the kitchen. I had been in and out while they were getting their breakfast around because I had been printing some papers in the office.

I walk out into the kitchen to the smell of burnt toast. I said, "Who burnt something? Did somebody burn some toast?"

I didn't see anything burnt, but the toaster was set on "3" which is kind of a "charred" setting on our toaster {and the craziest part is that it goes all the way up to 5...what?!!}.

Anyway, Amelia was the only one standing near the toaster. I said, "Did you push the button down when nothing was in it?"

She shook her head yes.

Me: Ok, well, don't do that. That's not a good idea, and it's not safe.

Amelia: {in a very sweet voice, as she goes back to buttering her bagel} Will the police pull me over?

Me: {laughing on the inside} No.

Amelia: {to herself...kind of mumbling} I see them a lot. They are around a lot.

{Oh to live in a world where the biggest problem our law enforcement would face was 3 year olds engaging toasters with no bread!}

sometimes.the.truth.hurts

Sorry, Livi. This card that says, "I am a pig" is truer than most people realize. This girl can pack away the food! She has even grown impatient with me during mealtime and has decided that feeding herself is almost as good as having me feed her.

She can pick up small bits of food and put them in her mouth, and she loves holding a spoon while she eats {even if it's to simply bang on the highchair and demand more food}.

Unfortunately, this entire transition means that all of those small bits of arts and crafts, dropped snack, and unfortunate spills need to be cleaned up...and cleaned up in their entirety. I found her with a hunk of play-doh in her mouth today. Hmmm...wonder where that came from, Amelia.

Now, back to the game Hedbanz. It is a whole lot of fun for a family.  Put it on someone who is between the ages of 7-12's wish list.  And I love it when the 9 month old allowed us to put a Hedbanz card on her head! It was fabulously ironic that she was a pig. She crawled around for at least 5 minutes that way.  Loved it.

the.simple.things

Amelia would have been happy to stop at the scotch tape in her stocking. :) She was thrilled. She kept shouting, "I got tape! I got tape!"

Note to self: office supplies make fantastic stocking stuffers.