quotable quotes

When asked about what she likes to do after nap time...
"I like to jump in my bed. It's one of my favorites."

When I lay down regulations on what needs to be picked up before the next activity begins...
"Mom, get out of my room!"
(yes, the is a timeout associated with this kind of attitude... and yes, this sort of back-talk is poetic justice for me)

When Josh enters her room on Saturday mornings to get her out of bed...
"Yay! Daddy's not at work!"

And the one that melts my heart...
"Mom, I love you too much!"

to read or not to read...

Madeline's current fave activity is to "read" to herself. She'll take a book off her shelf, settle in on her couch and flip through the pages. When she finishes "reading", she sets the book on a pile and starts the process over again. It's so fun to see her enjoying books! I'm also quite impressed at how high she can stack those books! When I pulled out the camera to catch her in action, she decided she needed to take a picture of me, too. Her camera (she laid claim to our decrepit digital camera a few months ago) was in the midst of a battery recharge so she used her imaginary camera instead. That's some pretty good problem solving, I think.

Pretending to take my picture with her imaginary camera

robots

M has been really interested in robots lately (most likely attributed to Elmo & Co pretending to be Help-o-bots in a Sesame Street episode). The Museum of Life and Science was invaded this weekend by all things geek and tech for their special "Heroes, Villains and Special Effects" event. I thought this would be a good opportunity for M to see some robots in action (we had been informed that R2D2 would be there, afterall).

Of course, seeing the "robot" move and spin and flash its lights was a little overwhelming for her. Way to go, Mommy -- way to traumatize your child!

Thankfully, we met up with Abby, Adrian & Linus at the museum and enough fun was had that the robot episode was quickly forgotten. A super yummy brunch at Foster's Market followed by some chocolate cake, ended our excursion on a happy note. (When asked which cake she would like, M's response was "brown". Mmm...brown.)

talking kitty for a "walk"

Madeline loved it. Pickles... not so much.

klutz: 2, toes: 0

I take after my mom in many ways and for that I am very happy. However, in addition to inheriting many of her positive traits, I also inherited her clumsiness. For 31 years, I had been fortunate enough to not break any bones as a result of my lack of coordination. Then Madeline was born.

Last year, I got caught up in a baby gate while trying to step over/hurdle it and broke my pinky toe.

This past Sunday morning, in the process of catapulting out of bed from deep sleep to complete awake (a screaming child will elicit such reactions from us mothering types), I managed to run right into the edge of our door.The incident resulted in a cut on my face (boy, those sure do bleed a lot!), a black eye, broken glasses, and a broken toe.

The urgent care Doc kindly advised that I install a night light in our room so that I could spot such obstacles and {hopefully} avoid them. I decided not to detail him with my gloried history of running into things.

Here's hoping that I will not be recounting a broken bone for each year of Madeline's age.