Lincoln and Moira are going through a bit of a copycat stage. If one does something the other wants to do it too. So, this morning Moira was freaking out because the static electricity in the house was causing her hair to stand up mad scientist style. So, I grabbed a hair band and put her hair into a ponytail...with her screaming "OWWW! STOP HURTING ME!" the whole time. She hates having her hair brushed. Once she was done and I gave her some hugs and she calmed down she went off to go admire her beauty in the mirror of her vanity. Lincoln had been watching the whole process. Once Moira walked away, Lincoln ran off too. But he came right back, handed me a "pretty" (hair band) and the brush, grunted at me a couple times, turned around and plopped himself down on my lap. Being the genius I am I 
knew right away that he wanted me to do his hair too. So, I put his hair up in a pretty too. With him fake crying the whole time. Isn't he pretty?
knew right away that he wanted me to do his hair too. So, I put his hair up in a pretty too. With him fake crying the whole time. Isn't he pretty?BLOG, version 2.0.....
titled: Accident or Diabolical revenge......
haha, you decide!
I've said before that Dennis snores. Not super loud most the time, but some nights its enough to drive me crazy. He has the most trouble when the weather changes, and since we went from 65* on monday to 25* on tuesday, he had some issues last night.
We turn our heat down to about 60 overnight. And we have a fan (pointed away from us) on at night to drown out Dennis's snoring. So, our room is pretty cool. I like to snuggle under covers at night so I like it cooler. Anyway, Dennis went to sleep a while before me, I was snuggled under the covers reading for about 30 more minutes. So, picture me, completely snuggled under our big fluffy comforter, except for my right hand that was outside the covers holding my book. So, I finally shut the light off and turn over to go to sleep. I'm starting to drift off and Dennis starts snoring louder...I'm in that half awake/ half asleep stage. And somehow my right hand (the one that had been outside the covers so it was cold) makes contact with Dennis's bare back. He jumps up and yells out "COLD HAND!!!!!" And I jump and apologize, because it truly was an accident.
But then I start thinking "huh, maybe on the nights that nudging him to turn over so he stops snoring doesn't work, I should just put my hand outside the covers for a few minutes till it gets nice and cold...then touch him!"
We turn our heat down to about 60 overnight. And we have a fan (pointed away from us) on at night to drown out Dennis's snoring. So, our room is pretty cool. I like to snuggle under covers at night so I like it cooler. Anyway, Dennis went to sleep a while before me, I was snuggled under the covers reading for about 30 more minutes. So, picture me, completely snuggled under our big fluffy comforter, except for my right hand that was outside the covers holding my book. So, I finally shut the light off and turn over to go to sleep. I'm starting to drift off and Dennis starts snoring louder...I'm in that half awake/ half asleep stage. And somehow my right hand (the one that had been outside the covers so it was cold) makes contact with Dennis's bare back. He jumps up and yells out "COLD HAND!!!!!" And I jump and apologize, because it truly was an accident.
But then I start thinking "huh, maybe on the nights that nudging him to turn over so he stops snoring doesn't work, I should just put my hand outside the covers for a few minutes till it gets nice and cold...then touch him!"
Am I evil? Yes, I believe I am
And now...onto the Final Blog-tier.... (careful, Jess, your geek is showing!)
titled:We need to get the Tooth Fairy!
This one is another from the mind of Moira...She comes over to me on one of the oh so rare occasions I was on my computer. What are you laughing about? I'm barely ever online :)
Anyway, Moira comes over, and puts one hand on the arm of my computer chair, the other hand on the arm of the green chair and lefts up her feet and swings. After a couple swings she says "It's not working!" I said "It's not?" (you can't beat the well thought out psychologically uplifting parenting gems that come out of my mouth can you?...oh yeah, that's years of experience at work here people!) Here is the transcript of the conversation that followed: (for a copy of this transcript please send $19.99 directly to me in a self addressed stamped envelope...and I will send you back a link to the above blog, with a note saying "Why are you bothering me? The transcript is right there on the internet for you to see for free!! But thanks for the money...sucker!")
Moira: We need to get the Tooth Fairy!
Me: The Tooth Fairy? Why?
Moira: Because I need more magic.
Me: why do you need magic?
Moira: so I can fly!
Me: The Tooth Fairy gives you magic?
Moira: Yes, but she is really really tiny, so she didn't give me enough magic. See? (swinging her feet again) I can't fly!
Me: How do we get more magic from the Tooth Fairy?
Moira: We grab her and we squeeze her and she will give us more magic so I can fly.
I'm thinking it's more likely the Tooth Fairy will poop on you if you grab her and squeeze her. And believe you me, Fairy poop is a pain to wash off. And it stinks to high heaven, too. Plus, I've heard that the Tooth Fairy is in cahoots with the Easter Bunny...and that dude is not anyone I want to mess with!
Who would have thought that such a sweet innocent looking little girl would be planning to squeeze the magic out of a poor little fairy?
(Dennis took this picture last weekend when he took the kids sledding. It was Moira's first time going sledding on real hills. She loved it too!)
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