Mobile Monday

In an effort to clean off my phone and have a good dumping ground for my pictures, I’m starting Mobile Monday. Sounds fun. No telling what you’ll see.

So, for her maiden voyage…. Happy Valentine’s Day!

Here is my little Valentine (although she was VERY adamant that, ‘no, I daddy’s Valentime.’ Whatever). Doesn’t she looked bright-eyed…. Ohhh, that’s because she was up and WIDE awake at 2 a.m. AND…. I didn’t believe this was true, so I made a mad dash on Friday afternoon to see for myself.‘Tis true… ‘tis delicious.
Compliments of my bigger Valentine, who got up at the crack, EB's teachers now get to enjoy these little marvels.

Potty Training 101

Note: We should have started in remedial potty training, I think.

Also note: This girl is DYING to wear “big gurl panteeees.”

Me: Why did you wet your pull-up? You can't wear big girl panties if you don't tell mommy you have to go potty.

EB: Ohhh man! Do I have to?

EB-ism

Maybe my title is better described as “EB 101.”

Friday evening during an INTENSE session of “Mr. Potato Head” playing, we had the following discussion:

ME: You just gave him two noses, silly.
EB: I did not. That’s not two noses.
ME: Oh, if it isn’t two noses, what is that?
(I promise you on my whole wide life the next line is what my ears heard and I’m REAL sure is what fell from the lips of a babe)

EB: That’s a bra…..

I have NO idea…. I gasped for air from laughing so hard and immediately snapped a photo and sent it to her daddy, who was working, with a short and simple explanation, “She says this is a bra….”

Photo evidence:

OR..... maybe that was just a sign of how she felt and what our weekend would become as we all fell victim to her crud. And, honestly, I kinda feel like this is a self portrait today..."bra" and all.

A tradition

I was thinking about this post and realized that I have several “traditions” with my grandparents. I LOVE that. They are some of my most favorite people (and not because I act like I’m their age 99% of the time either). One of the longest standing traditions is our annual circus date-Every year. Opening night. Written in red on the calendar. I have NO idea how long they’ve been taking me, but it seems close to forever. Even though last year was EB’s first time to be included, this year was REALLY her first time. Does that make sense? Of course not. She got it this year. Mezmerized.In a timely manner, her school focused on the circus all week long. So, to say she was geared up by Saturday would be a slight understatement. Evidently each age class did a “circus parade” throughout the week because she could NOT wait for the “parade” at the real circus?! I hope it met her expectations because I’m still a little confused as to what exactly that means. Evie is a HUGE fan of elephants (as every good Bama girl should be). So, that’s a given. However, she told me she was scared of clowns and was very worried they would be at the circus. Well…..hmmm. Afterwards, she had the following account of her experience:

Me: EB, what was your MOST favorite thing?
EB: THE CLOWNS! They were so funny.
Me: Really? Wow. What about the elephants?
EB: They are too big.

Hmmm..... I may agree.

And, then, she put on a show of her own....
To be continued…