Saturday, December 18, 2004

And your words will come back to you 

The Girl has a new favorite doll. She got this doll for her birthday and absolutely loves it. "Sparkle" is now her daughter and goes everywhere with the Girl, even to visit Santa yesterday.

Now, Sparkle is not always the most obedient daughter, according to the Girl. I sometimes hear her telling Sparkle to act nicer. But yesterday was something else. As we were leaving the mall, we walked out through Dillard's passing by all the nice breakable ornaments. I warned the Girl to make sure to only look with her eyes and not her hands.

As we're negotiating our way through the trees and displays full of ornaments, these words waft up to me: "Sparkle! No ma'am! You do not touch those! No ma'am! You're going in timeout when we get home!"

Guess those "no ma'ams" have really stuck with the Girl the times I've used them on her.

Friday, December 10, 2004

On trying to get a photo for the Christmas card 

First things first, yes, I know I'm pushing it by just ordering my photo cards today. Sue me for being busy! Anyway, the Girl and I loaded up the pretty Christmas dress and went to my mom's for a photo op. Yes, I have a pretty Christmas tree but my mom's living room looks like it should be in a magazine so off we went.

For future reference, if you're planning on taking pictures and making sure you get a good one for your card, make sure your camera's batteries are fully charged. Otherwise, your camera will die after only seven pictures and you'll be biting your tongue to keep from cursing in front of your child. On the other hand, if you're dealing with a four year old, fewer pictures can be better.

We start with the Girl on a stool, hoping for cuteness. Unfortunately, we're in four year old "cheese" hell.

Let's look grouchy about standing on the stairs because we really want our picture taken with Frosty.

Picture with said Frosty to pacify the Girl. That's my step-dad's Frosty. You should see the giant Santa in the foyer. Yes, he's a hoot!

Can't believe that the very first pic, which I thought would be horrible, turns out to be the Christmas card photo. Sometimes you just get lucky.

Ruminations on God, by the Girl 

Driving home yesterday the Girl was complaining about the sun shining in her window. Her: "The sun's shining on me, I don't want that."
Me: "Well, I'm just Mommy, I can't move the sun."
Her: "God could move it."

We then moved on to a discussion of Santa and where he came from.
Her: "God made Santa."

And I think that says it all.

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

Want to do a good deed for Christmas? 

Support the troops by helping the wounded talk to their families.

The number ONE request at Walter Reed hospital is phone cards. The government doesn't pay long distance phone charges and these wounded soldiers are rationing their calls home.

Many will be there throughout the holidays. Really support our troops - send phone cards of any amount to:

Medical Family Assistance Center
Walter Reed Medical Center
6900 Georgia Avenue, NW
Washington, DC 20307-5001

They say they need an "endless" supply of these. Any amount, even $5, is greatly appreciated. Walmart has good prices on AT&T cards, Sams Club is even better, if you are a member.

Tuesday, December 07, 2004

Girl with a Capital G! 

My Girl loves to wear jeans and wash the car with her Papa Ray. Or help him plant things, help the Aggie rake leaves, or pick up roly-polies and snails to keep in a jar. But she's also a girly-girl who likes a cute dress and painted toenails.

Her girly-girlness was majorly reinforced for me the other day. My mom and granny had found a beautiful dress for the Girl for the Christmas season. It's kind of a candy apple reddish/pink in a taffeta type material with a thin line of rhinestones at the waist. Yes, it's very girly. But it was a little big so we went to exchange it. We found the right size and were walking to the counter when she noticed all the other beautiful dresses. She immediately ooohed and ahhhed over them, then turned to me and said: Mommy, can I please try on all the dresses?

She's definitely a Girl.

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