Edward Scissorhands to the rescue!

Mark your calendars

There was no screaming

Opa didn’t have to be there

No squirming

Aunt Steffi wasn’t there

It was of her own free will

She asked us

Yes, she asked mommy and daddy

But I’m getting ahead of myself

Let me clarify
It all started as she was taking a bath

Daddy sitting on the stool next to the tub

Mommy, with extremely huge pregnant belly, can’t cut her own toenails

So daddy helps

Stella sees

Stella says…

“Me too?”

Parents do a double take

“You what? “

“ME TOO?”

Hell ya, come here!

Of her own free will mommy and daddy were able to cut our own child’s toe and finger nails without a peep;

Without the aid of Aunti’s

Without the aid of Grandparents

I am marketing the calendar!

I’m basking in the glory

I’m reveling in the mystery

Who knows when this will happen again!

Feeling loved

Last week Daddy was home a day …sick.
And mommy wanted to let daddy sleep.

When Stella woke up, she wanted to look out of the window.
As mommy brought her up to the windowsill, she saw Daddy’s car still in the driveway.
Her eyes lit up, “daddy’s here!” she exclaimed. “Can I go wake him up?”

Mommy explained that daddy needed to sleep, he has headaches.
“can I go wake him up?” was her reply
After you sit on the potty.
(this will buy daddy some time, she usually sits any wares from 10-20 minutes on the potty in the morning thinks mommy)

“OK” and off to the bathroom she runs.
10 seconds after mommy sits her on the potty;
Stella stands up,
Eexclaims that she’s done,
Makes a B-line straight for the bedroom
leaving a bewildered mommy in the dust.

My eyes are closed; I hear the door swing open.
Pat pat pat, I hear the little feet race towards me.
I open my eyes to be greeted with a big smile.
She leans over, blows and then kisses my head and then gives me a big hug.


It feels so good to be loved!

How do you tell your daughter…

…that the dog does not have opposable thumbs?

After completing the morning ritual of packing her Princes Toad bag to the hilt with all her Bunnies and carrying it downstairs; Stella told the dog that she should carry the bag and proceeded to lift Holly up and force the bag’s handle into the dogs paw.

Didn’t quite work,
At least she hasn’t tried to put her in a dress yet.
Our dog has a lot of patience!

Pregnancy Alzheimer's

Come babe it’s time to go.

Put your Jacket on – Check

Hat – Check

Warm pants too - Check

Blanket, bunnies, snacks –Check

Change of clothes – Check

Drink – Check

Okay, lets go.

As mommy’s unlocking the car, Stella stops at the door step.

“Mommy, do you want me to stay in my slippers?”

Chalk another one up to pregnancy Alzheimer’s.

Upgrade part two

Hurrah!

Bravo!

Yeah!

Yippee!

This was the response that ensued from our daughter as Daddy put together her new big girl bed.

Now the baby can have his crib.

Wordless Wednesday

Toolin' around Lübeck

Simple said

Dinner at Oma & Opa’s house.

Stella is finished crawls under the table

Where Holly is peacefully laying in the dog bed.

Conversation up top continues.

A loud squeak as a brown streak bolts out the room.

Mommy leans under the table and asks Stella what she did to the dog.

Looking mommy straight in the eyes

All matter of innocence

Raising two fists as if grabbing Pippi Longstocking’s pigtails

Matter of factly says “so”

Simultaneously pulling her fists outwards in one swift motion

Facial expression of incomprehension as to what went wrong.

Bursting with laughter inside, Mommy managed to hold herself together long enough to explain that you can’t pull the dogs ears,

That hurts!

Before leaning back over the table, out of sight and cracking up.