Where Are Your Boobies?

     A couple months ago, Remi started pulling my shirt out at the collar and peeking inside. She would point and say, "ball." She clearly was interested in the "balls" attached to my chest. (I always want to be honest with my child. I believe in that. I want to answer her questions truthfully.) So, without another thought in my mind I told Remi, "Those are mommy's boobies." Then, I pointed out her boobies and explained she has them too. Of course, we have taught her about many parts of the body this way: eyes, ears, nose, belly, belly button, etc. But, the boobies are funny. And, here's why...

     I guess now we just have to teach her not to flash her boobies (Clearly I egged her on here). Our happy, little entertainer.

Nine Years Have Passed

     Today is the anniversary of my Dad's death. 10.25.07. A day my family and I will never forget. Since his death, I have always said that when I have kids I want them to know all about their Pop Pop. I want to make sure they know that he was a special man. I said - I would show my children lots of pictures and share memories with them from my childhood. Remi is still too young to understand, but she sure does seem to recognize Pop Pop Morlock.

     While visiting his grave, Remi waved hello to him and danced around. (Actually she danced on the grave stone. I know, I know. Some of you will tell me it's disrespectful to let her do that but I know in my heart my Dad was smiling down on her and probably even busting a dance move himself. He loved to dance... Electric Slide anyone?)

     We love you and miss you, Dad/Pop Pop.

10.25.16

No Headbands or Bows or... ANYTHING!

     Remi just doesn't like wearing anything on her head. Period. And, anyone who tells me I should put a bow in her hair after they mistakenly call her a boy -- Well... (I should probably stop right here and refrain from what I am about to say.) What I will say is -- SHE DOES NOT WANT TO WEAR A BOW... OR A HEADBAND... OR A CLIP!! I put a headband on her and two minutes later she pulls it off. Same thing with putting a clip in her hair. It's a game really. She pulls the clip out, brings it over to me, laughs about it, and wants me to put it back in. Two minutes later, she's running back over to me, clip in hand, wanting me to put it back in again... and again... and again. (You get the picture.)  And, you know what? If Remi doesn't want to wear that crap (sure, it's cute crap) than she doesn't have to. She's a beautiful GIRL with or without it! SHE doesn't need a big pink bow to signal to people SHE is a GIRL.


     Just moments before the headband came off...

     And, there it goes...

     I love this little girl, that smile, and her bowless head. 

Kisses for Pop Pop (Truly Amazing)

     I don't talk about it much but if you know me or follow my posts on Facebook, you know I lost my dad in a very sudden and tragic way nearly nine years ago.  I won't go into detail about what happened here (if you would like to know - please ask me).  I will tell you - my dad LOVED children.  He was such a kind, caring, loving man.  Truly one of a kind. (I wish I told him that while he was alive.)  Anyway, the thought of Remi never having the opportunity to physically meet and get to know this amazing man is something I continue to bury deep inside me.  It just hurts too much to think about.

     For nearly nine years now, a framed picture of my dad has sat on one of the end tables in the living room of my mom's house along with a letter about him featured in the Courier Post.  Every now and then, Brian (my husband) and I have pointed out the photo to Remi and told her "that's Pop Pop Morlock."  Brian and I have also joked at times that maybe my dad visits Remi.  That's because, we often hear Remi through the monitor babbling and talking in her room.  It really sounds like she's having a conversation with someone.  Then, today -- something amazing happened.

     As I was carrying Remi outside to the car, we passed by my dad's picture on the end table.  Remi pointed right at it and said "Pop Pop."  I couldn't believe it. Brian was right there.  I looked at him in disbelief.  I asked him, "Did she just say Pop Pop?"  He confirmed she did.  Later on, I was holding Remi as I explained to my mom what happened.  As I was talking, Remi started repeating, "Pop Pop, Pop Pop."  So, I walked her closer to the photo.  The moment she saw it, she pointed at it and said, "Pop Pop, Pop Pop."  She proceeded to lean in towards the picture like she wanted to give it a kiss.  So, I picked up the photo and brought it even closer to her. She leaned right in and kissed it.  Wow.

     I wish you were here, dad, and I think your granddaughter does too.

10.25.07

Pumkins are NOT Balls

     We avoided a couple potentially tantrum-inducing moments during our first family trip to the pumpkin patch but, overall, we had a blast! Remi really seemed to enjoy the hayride (although she was a little upset mommy and daddy wouldn't let her stand and try to walk about the bed of the tractor while it was moving). Once we made it to the patch, she enjoyed exploring on her own (with mommy and daddy not far behind). "Thomas the Tractor" driver was a bit strict. He made sure everyone knew NOT to pick the pumpkins up by their stem because the stem can break. Remi, on the other hand, thought the pumpkins were balls. She would run up to one while pointing at it saying "ball, ball!" Brian and I are just glad "Tractor Tom" didn't see her pick up a smaller pumpkin and throw it ("ball, ball!").
   
     On a side note, we came home with a 25 lb pumpkin!

#FirstHayride #SpringdaleFarms

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The "Diaper Dilemma"

     While out for a walk during lunch on this beautiful Thursday, I get a text from the hubby...

      The photo:

   
     The conversation:

#LittleNakedProtester

When Did That Happen? (Another Puke Stain)

     It's freezing in our building today. Luckily, I opened one of my cabinets and found a sweater I left there. After wearing it for an hour or two, I noticed a large, slightly yellow stain on my left shoulder and down my sleeve. Yup, it's throw up. And, it's definitely a very old stain. Put it this way - I can't remember the last time I wore this sweater, probably when it was still chilly out last Spring. It also means, when I wore this sweater into work - I walked around the whole day without realizing I had throw up on me (because, had I known, I would have taken it home and washed it).

A Little Lady Gaga on this Monday Night...

     How do we tire our child out? With a dance session of course... (Check out Remi's head movement in the first video! LOL)

He's a SHE...

     There's nothing that irks me more than when someone makes a comment to me about my SON. Do you see her pink outfit? Do you see the headband she is wearing? In the beginning, this never bothered me. But, it really gets to me now for some reason (Maybe it's because she has more hair?) especially when Remi is decked out in pink or wearing a dress!

     Remi must have been called a "he" at least three or four times at the Phillies game yesterday. This, despite her Phillies headband (I admit she pulled it off a couple times), floral printed long-sleeve onesie under her jersey, black and maroon sneakers and pink socks. I'm not losing sleep over this or anything. But, here's my opinion: If you can take a minute to stop and admire a baby (and, I truly love when people stop to admire Remi) then you should take a second to really look at what that baby is wearing before you speak. If you're still unsure, just avoid saying "he" or "she."

     On a side note, we had a blast at the game. We sat in the Phillies club box. Wait, I should say -- we had seats in the club box but never actually sat down. Remi kept us on our toes the whole game running around and meeting new people. (And you wonder why it's so easy for me to get my 10, 000 steps in per day.)

#FanAppreciationDay2016

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#McFaddens

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