Updates

Valentine's Day weekend was fun this year.  I received this bunch of pretties at school, and those chocolates at home.  We had an ice/snow storm hit right when school was dismissing, and it took me an hour to get home to my love.

Boo hiss to this horrific weather we have been having.  My parents kept Genevieve last weekend so we had lots of spare time on our hands.  We spent the majority of that spare time in REI.  

In typical Trinity fashion he tried on every pack in the store, but left without one.  He was doing his "research."  It takes my husband months of research to make a purchase of any sort.  We ate dinner at Plat 99, the bar in the Alexander Hotel.  

Meanwhile, G was running Bob and YaYa ragged at the Children's Museum.

On Monday she started in the toddler room.  She graduated from early toddlers, and will be in this room until she is two. 

I really can't believe how grown up she looks now.    

Wednesday morning was meltdown morning, as she refused to leave my closet.  We compromised when I told her to pick anything from my closet to take to school.  She gallivanted off with this horrendous customized Kashmir purse.

She cannot get enough of cats, particularly the resident one who loathes her.  

"Kitty" continues to outscore "Momma" in terms of frequency in G's daily speaking.

She read her kitty book while holding her kitty.

Her newest hobbies include wearing a bib as a cape and pseudo feeding all of her animals.  

This was taken right after she dumped her baby Stella onto the floor and screamed.

The concept of nurturing is still a bit foreign.

She handed me Rosita and I tried to model appropriate mothering behavior.

Rosita was then flung across the room.

The weather lightened up a bit at the end of the week and we cruised in the Coupe.

We are hoping for a week of better weather for jogger strolling and other forms of debauchery.  I also hope to cut down on my lack of blogging.  

More Snow

Our horrendous weather continued this past week.  On Wednesday morning at 5:00 I received the call that school was cancelled.  That was day 7 of no school for the 2013-2014 school year.  Genevieve and I struggled quite a bit with entertaining ourselves.  We watched a lot of Sesame Street and G put this bib on GC and then removed it immediately about 50 times.  

Sounds relaxing, right?

It would have been had my little lady possessed the finger dexterity to accomplish that task solo.  Alas, it was I who was forced to do it 50 times as she flung her head back and screamed.  

Fun.

We braved school the remainder of the week and were excited to come home on Friday afternoon to a package in the mail.  

Papi and Abby sent some fancy Abby Cadabby shoes that light up when Genevieve walks.  Or runs.  She really only runs.

She was ecstatic.

We spent Friday evening in these until bedtime.  

After G went to sleep, I settled in for the opening ceremonies of the Olympics.  Trinity crashed my party when he heard the Russian National Anthem playing.  He thought I was watching Rocky VI.  I'm not kidding.  He was dismayed to discover I was watching a world wide sporting event that occurs only every 2 years.  Boo hiss.  He wanted to see Bridget Nielsen command the Russian to kill Rocky.  

My adorable husband agreed to attend a Valentine's Day yoga and massage workshop with me on Saturday.  Silly man.  He agreed  in a haze of momentary dementia.  He hates yoga.  I failed to mention until we were in the car that the class was 2 1/2 hours.  He nearly ran into a tree.

We put our names on our mats.  

I was once again reminded of how inflexible Sweet T is.  He can run 6 miles without batting an eyelash, but asking him to touch his toes is difficult.  Asking him to touch my toes is impossible.  It was partner yoga, so we had to lean on each other, and do poses that had us intertwined.  A lot of couples would kiss.  We snorted and blew sweaty yoga breath in each other's faces.  

The massage part was great.  I thought he enjoyed that.  He later told me that I pulled his hair too hard.

Geesh.

We skipped church due to excessive snow, and the fact that we are sinners.

We donned our lipstick pink wellies and hung out for a bit in the snow.

Our lady does not like the snow so much.  

She really didn't like it after she was forced on her back into the snow so her father could make a baby snow angel.  

She was peeved and kicked off her boots.  We quickly returned to our heated home.  I'm hoping to have a regular schedule this week.  

100 Days Of School and Haircuts

We celebrated 100 days of school last Wednesday by dressing up as 100 year old women.

The first grade team graciously accepted me back into the fold since I don't have a classroom.  I do miss my 1st grade days!

I was the 100 year old cat lady and I wore Grumpy Cat in a Baby Bjorn all day.

I answered the same typical question all day.

"Is that a real cat?"

Le duh.

I clearly have not prepared you all for life, let alone standardized testing!

Oh, I jest!

Marinda looked pretty old a**.  

On Thursday G gallivanted off to daycare and YaYa picked her up.  

G is the oldest in her group and was kicked out of her crib.  My mom took this photo of her sleeping on a cot.

Sniff, sniff.

My baby looks so grown up.

She also looks like she is in a Red Cross emergency shelter.

I promise I take her to a nice place.  

She was eager to leave with YaYa.  She quickly packed up her things.

Naturally, they drove straight to Target.

This is one of the ONLY photos I have where my child isn't sucking down oxygen with her mouth hanging open.  

And scene!

Back to mouth breathing.

That red jacket was selected by moi as I was completely unaware of an impending Target run with my mom.  

I'm glad she wasn't wearing khakis or someone might have asked her to take care of a clean up in aisle nine.  

I was busy attending training for school, which involved a lunch time jaunt to Nordstrom, where I accessorized with a cat lady mask.  

On Saturday morning Genevieve's mullet was no more.  

There was wailing and also a bit of teeth gnashing.

But now there is no party in the back.  It's all business.

It has been an exciting week.