Monday, September 6, 2010

Why buy expensive toys?

...when clearly, all you need is a box?  Several months ago, I re-purposed a memory chest into a toy box for Vivi.  She's quite liked it (well, she mostly likes digging things out of it and making a mess, but there you are).  This evening, however, Vivi re-purposed the box herself.  

Yes, that's right.  She climbed inside of it.  

A castle?  A pirate ship?  A rocket?  Who knows what form the box took in our little lady's mind?  
Her activities did not necessarily lend a clue.  We found her...

Throwing a ball from the box.

Enjoying a tasty snack in the box.

At any rate.  She was having a great time!  Who knows what was going on in her head, but she was very, very happy to find out she fits in her toybox.

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Are you ready?

Guess who's getting ready for the big game on Saturday???

Oh.  Were you expecting something about the Husker game?  Not in this house, friends.

Now.  Last year, Vivi was INSTRUMENTAL in the Hawkeyes victorious season.  We found that if she vomited on her Hawkeye onsie during the game, THEY WON.  Fabulous!  Sadly, she has outgrown said onsie (not so sadly, she has also stopped vomiting on herself.  thank you, lord, for your attention to this matter).  So what will be the hallmark by which victory will be ascertained?  Only time will tell...

I'm thinking one oreo per game.  Chocolate crusted face=victory.

Vivi is a proud supporter of this plan.  Go Hawks!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010


Sometimes, I feel like a total hippie parent.  And I like it.

Tonight, we got a really nice rainstorm, and instead of watching it from the inside, we took Vivi out onto the porch (my theory is that if she is around rain, she will not be scared of thunder, lightning, etc.  We'll see).  However, she wanted to get off the porch and into the rain.  Some parents might have discouraged...we were excited to let her play in the raindrops!

At first she was hesitant.

"This rain is very wet, Mom.  What the heck is wrong with the sky?"

"Never mind.  I'm going to drag Dad out here and get him soaked, too."

Sadly, the rain is hell on one's hair.  Que exhausting!