She lip-syncs too! Even if she doesn't know the words!
- Nebraska, United States
- A would-be stay at home mom working full-time as a teacher. I teach at my old Highschool, working side-by-side with my own teachers. I blog to keep the Texan grandparents updated and chronicle our life for future reference. (In other words, I don't have a real baby-book or diary.) Comments make my day. Thanks for stopping by! kimlepper at gmail.com
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
A while back I lamented about a dear friend moving away. Well, recently she texted me with "I've got news!!" I immediately knew she was moving back (or pregnant, but I'm pretty sure that wouldn't have included "!!") Anyway, they're moving back before the holidays and thinking about it just makes me all giddy inside! They came to town for a visit and Audra and Sam play so well together. Audra keeps things quiet and Sam keeps things...interesting. It's like watching a 3-year-old version of me and Jennifer playing together. It's crazy how well an introvert and extrovert play together!
|Reading each other books- SO cute and a break for me!|
|The $6 doctor kit I got from Walgreen ages ago that is still played with daily.|
|Every check-up required a hair sample|
|There's got to be some law in science for the phenomena of your mouth opening when you want someone else to open theirs...|
|There was always a fingernail sample as well.|
|Ok my turn!|
|It was so hard for her to not tell Audra what to do next...|
|Repeat 100 times. I got two whole chapters read for work!|
|Remember the wall?|
|It's still a hit!|
|"Let's rest. You sit down too."|
|The ever compliant Audra.|
Sunday, August 26, 2012
This child is obsessed with the cameras. Has been since forever.
But lately, our batteries are always dead. And this is why...
|Not too bad! This is the lady that shows me how to do my hair. Sam likes to watch her too.|
|She's actually gotten better. I use to find 50 pictures of her feet on the camera.|
|I'm pretty sure this is the point where she was giggling hysterically (I was upstairs).|
|my personal favorite|
|Such a goob!|
Friday, August 24, 2012
I came downstairs from getting dressed and Sam is in her underwear with a towel on her head, carrying a unicorn pillow and earnestly told me I couldn't go into the living room "Because the woods are not safe!"
She permitted me to pass because my destination was the kitchen, not the woods. She went to the bathroom and I followed her in and asked her why the woods were not safe.
"Because of the rain!"
"The rain? It's not safe because of the rain?"
"Nope," then she raised an eyebrow, "And mommy, you 'pose to be in the kitchen!"
We were looking at pictures on the computer and Samantha was insisting on hanging on my arm. I told her she could touch my leg or the chair. After a few minutes she started poking my arm. Over. And over. I finally snapped, "Samantha! Stop TOUCHING ME!"
"I'm not touching you, Mommy!" she retorted back, "I'm POKING you!!"
Nighttime is usually when I get laundry folded. Anything that goes in Samantha's room is usually placed outside her doorway to be put away the next day. The other day I heard gasps of delight when Sam came out of her room, "Mommy! Mommy!" She came barreling into the bedroom to wake me up, "Mommy! My princess panties!! They're CLEAN!"
"Yes, Samantha, I washed them."
"Oh THANK you! THANK YOU mommy for washing my princess panties! I love them!"
Samantha decided to wash her hands after desert the other day by pouring the water from her cup onto her sticky hands (any tips on getting away from the sippy? Currently we use them simply because an open cup usually ends up with her hand perpetually in it, food being mixed in it, or it being poured on herself or the food. No actual drinking takes place although she's fully capable.) After she was done she casually got down from her seat and walked away.
"Samantha, you go get a towel and wipe up all that water!"
"Uh, no. YOU go get the towel and wipe it up!"
"Um, no. You decided to pour the water onto the table and floor, it is not my responsibility to wipe it up."
She chewed on the word, "responsibility" for a moment before she responded, "No, it's YOUR re-pon-sib-ility to wipe it up."
One day while on my lap, "Goodness gracious mommy, you need to shave!"
"I clicked the computer and put myself in time out...then I said 'beepbeepbeep' and got out."
-Samantha's explanation as to why she was crying while I put Gabe to sleep.
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Monday, August 20, 2012
Sam latches on to little things and plays with them in the oddest ways. Buttons, pez containers, Candyland pieces, etc. Playing a game consists of me opening the box, her collecting all the game pieces and them not letting anyone else touch them for days.
Current obsession: the pieces to a Strawberry Cupcake game. We must all know where the gingerbread boy, kitty, doggy, butterfly and chipmunk are at all times.
|Got to love that oily bohonk skin!|
Saturday, August 18, 2012
I got Sam some snazzy headphones that actually stay on her head. Plugged them into a CD player we got from freecycle and she was a dancing machine! She kept yelling at Jeremy and me to dance to the music too. We'd reply "We can't hear it, only you can."
To which she'd respond, "HUH?!?"
This is how she danced. Scroll down at an even pace to get the full effect:
Thursday, August 16, 2012
This year I barely got things planted for a decent harvest on a little plot next to our garage. Due to the heat, however, the only thing that really produced much were the cucumber plants. But Sam didn't mind! Of course she'd always pick the biggest one to munch on, take a few bites and be done.
|Sometimes it felt like I was getting in on some personal space...|
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Came WAY too fast...
|"Show me how excited you are!"|
When I picked her up she squealed, "I LOVE my preschool and I LOVE my teacher Mrs. White!"
As she is currently in my lap, I figured I have a little interview (she knows I'm typing about her as she sees the pictures above):
How was your first day?
"I'm doing good at preschool."
What did you do today?
"Played so nice. Wanted to be naughty. Wanted to be nice and helpful and jerry."
Did you make any friends?
"Yeah. No. I maked new friends? No."
Did you like your teacher?
"Yes, it's Mrs. White."
What was your favorite part of day?
"Playing with the puzzle."
Do you want to go back tomorrow?
What are you going to do?
"Play. Nicely. And say 'you can play with me!*'"
*She told me another little girl asked to play with her and she told her "no". She's promised to go back to her tomorrow and say, "I'm sorry for being rude yesterday, do you want to play with me?"