Lacy: "Hey MOOOOOOMMMMM....."
Me: "Yeah?"
Lacy: "Thanks for adopting me."
If only she knew how thankful the rest of us were for her...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Best Friends
It has become evident that we have a little hero worship going on at our home.
Lacy has to do EVERYTHING her dad does. She does anything she can think of to get a reaction out of him... any reaction. If it means she needs to stand in front of him so that he can't see the televising, she will do it! She runs up behind him and smacks him constantly. She LIVES for his attention.
Fortunately, they get along most of the time...
Here are our superheros in action.
If daddy puts his 3D glasses on the back of his head while waiting in line for the Toy Story ride at Disneyland, so will Lacy!
Lacy has to do EVERYTHING her dad does. She does anything she can think of to get a reaction out of him... any reaction. If it means she needs to stand in front of him so that he can't see the televising, she will do it! She runs up behind him and smacks him constantly. She LIVES for his attention.
Fortunately, they get along most of the time...
Here are our superheros in action.
If daddy puts his 3D glasses on the back of his head while waiting in line for the Toy Story ride at Disneyland, so will Lacy!
Monday, December 29, 2008
My Afternoon
It's been a day full of Lacy madness. I was laid up on the couch most of the day feeling pretty crummy, but once Randy got called in for an overtime shift I realized I would be in charge of dinner. Drat. Over the past few days I have completely emptied the fridge of all back up food. Yes, I consider slices of summer sausage and canned oranges a perfectly acceptable meal. (At least when the husband is at work!)
Somehow I managed to pull the two of us together and get things moving. Before we walked out the door, I wrote down a quick list of what I needed to get at Target. (We were sharing one roll of toilet paper between three bathrooms!) I neatly folded my paper into a little square and placed it in my pocket. As to be expected, Lacy began to do the same. While I hunted for my keys, Lacy finished off folding up her list. Suddenly I hear sobbing coming from the living room. I find Lacy standing in front of the door, tears down her face. She couldn't find the pockets of her jeans, and therefore couldn't put her list away. Absolute meltdown.
We quickly located her pockets and secured the list, and Lacy managed to recover. It was time to head out. First stop: beauty supply store. Momma needs a root job. We walked towards the store hand in hand. Somewhere among Lacy's incessant chatter I thought I heard her say that she needed a new lipstick. I assumed she meant Chap Stick. I was wrong. As soon as we made it into the store she marched right up to the cashier and asked said, "Excuse me, I need to know where the lipstick department is." I stood there in shock. Did she seriously just ask where the lipstick department was?!? To my continued disbelief, the cashier took her to the make-up area and showed her where everything was. Lacy thanked her and began to shop. I had every intention of putting a stop to the whole thing, but I was too dumbfounded to do anything whatsoever. My four year old was seriously shopping for lipstick. She looked at a nice peach color, a dark purple, and settled on a pretty pink. And being the sucker I am... I bought it for her. She even let me try some on. It really is a nice color!
And then we went to Trader Joe's for some random groceries. While waiting in line to check out, a strange white-trash couple behind us were staring at Lacy. Somewhere along the line the man decided it would be funny to make donald duck noises for Lacy. She stared at him completely unfazed. He continued. Finally she looked right at him, hands on her hips and said, "That's. Not. Funny." But still he persisted. And so did she, "I don't know why you are doing that." As we started to walk away she turned to the both of them and said, "Not. Funny. At. ALL." I left it at that. She was right, it wasn't funny. But she sure was!
Just another day in paradise around here.
Somehow I managed to pull the two of us together and get things moving. Before we walked out the door, I wrote down a quick list of what I needed to get at Target. (We were sharing one roll of toilet paper between three bathrooms!) I neatly folded my paper into a little square and placed it in my pocket. As to be expected, Lacy began to do the same. While I hunted for my keys, Lacy finished off folding up her list. Suddenly I hear sobbing coming from the living room. I find Lacy standing in front of the door, tears down her face. She couldn't find the pockets of her jeans, and therefore couldn't put her list away. Absolute meltdown.
We quickly located her pockets and secured the list, and Lacy managed to recover. It was time to head out. First stop: beauty supply store. Momma needs a root job. We walked towards the store hand in hand. Somewhere among Lacy's incessant chatter I thought I heard her say that she needed a new lipstick. I assumed she meant Chap Stick. I was wrong. As soon as we made it into the store she marched right up to the cashier and asked said, "Excuse me, I need to know where the lipstick department is." I stood there in shock. Did she seriously just ask where the lipstick department was?!? To my continued disbelief, the cashier took her to the make-up area and showed her where everything was. Lacy thanked her and began to shop. I had every intention of putting a stop to the whole thing, but I was too dumbfounded to do anything whatsoever. My four year old was seriously shopping for lipstick. She looked at a nice peach color, a dark purple, and settled on a pretty pink. And being the sucker I am... I bought it for her. She even let me try some on. It really is a nice color!
And then we went to Trader Joe's for some random groceries. While waiting in line to check out, a strange white-trash couple behind us were staring at Lacy. Somewhere along the line the man decided it would be funny to make donald duck noises for Lacy. She stared at him completely unfazed. He continued. Finally she looked right at him, hands on her hips and said, "That's. Not. Funny." But still he persisted. And so did she, "I don't know why you are doing that." As we started to walk away she turned to the both of them and said, "Not. Funny. At. ALL." I left it at that. She was right, it wasn't funny. But she sure was!
Just another day in paradise around here.
Operation
One of the many gifts Lacy received this Christmas was the game Operation. We figured it might help her fine motor skills to have to use the tweezers to extract certain parts from the fat little man on the operating table. Of course we neglected to appreciate the emotional aspect of the game. In the middle of surgery Lacy became visibly upset and asked me, "Mom, do you think this guy is gonna make it? Will he be okay? I'm just thinking he's not going to survive!"
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Merry Christmas - Guest Blogger Style
Merry Christmas to all! No, this isn't Jo. This is her older sister, Becky, here to assure you that all is well in Isley land. I was just listening to Lacy chatter about the art of bath taking a few minutes ago. Jo's busy helping Lacy to "look fabulous" for Christmas right now (Lacy's words) and she sent me in to post a Christmas post since she's been a bit tardy in her posting as of late. Who knew that life with a four year-old would be so busy?
First, a little background. For the past two and a half years, I have been living 2000 miles away from my family while attending graduate school to work on a PhD. Before that, I taught high school for ten years and was fairly sure I'd seen and heard everything that kids could do. (Trust me... I could tell you some stories!) Since I've been gone, I get regular updates about the many escapades of Lacy mostly through this very blog. It's important to note here that having grown up with Jo, I know she has a particular tendency when it comes to story telling. She does what she and my dad call "exaggerating for humorous effect." So naturally, I would read the stories she posts and think, "maybe that's just a tad exaggerated. I don't know any four year-olds that do things like that." I sort of made a mental note a number of times to call Jo's bluff when I spent some extended time with Lacy and saw the real kid. Just a second... Lacy's calling me.
More talk of fabulousness... back now. So for the past few days, I've been staying with Jo and her family, seeing Miss Lacy up close for an extended time. I have a confession to make. Jo isn't exaggerating one bit. In fact, she's probably holding back. Since I've been here, Lacy has called me m'lady. She has gotten rather wound up (tears) about the fate of the poor Hershey's Kisses that were going into some cookies (you'll have to ask Jo for the whole story... but Daddy did show up and save the day in the end). She has told me that I looked fabulous and fashionable. When I gave her a lip gloss holder that had a mirror, it became the box of fabulousness complete with a mirror to check and make sure you are still fabulous. Yesterday, her dad put out some presents while she was napping and she explained that Santa made a preliminary visit but would be back later with more.
Right now, we are trying to keep her upstairs while we wait for the grandparents to show up and see her come downstairs to see what Santa brought. I think my shift is next so I'd better come up with a plan. Hopefully Jo will be back in blogging form after the first of the year. You'll have to give her a little slack... life with Lacy is anything but slow. But trust me... there are quite a few stories waiting to be blogged. And they are ALL true. Crazy kid.
Merry Christmas!
Guest Blogger, Becky
First, a little background. For the past two and a half years, I have been living 2000 miles away from my family while attending graduate school to work on a PhD. Before that, I taught high school for ten years and was fairly sure I'd seen and heard everything that kids could do. (Trust me... I could tell you some stories!) Since I've been gone, I get regular updates about the many escapades of Lacy mostly through this very blog. It's important to note here that having grown up with Jo, I know she has a particular tendency when it comes to story telling. She does what she and my dad call "exaggerating for humorous effect." So naturally, I would read the stories she posts and think, "maybe that's just a tad exaggerated. I don't know any four year-olds that do things like that." I sort of made a mental note a number of times to call Jo's bluff when I spent some extended time with Lacy and saw the real kid. Just a second... Lacy's calling me.
More talk of fabulousness... back now. So for the past few days, I've been staying with Jo and her family, seeing Miss Lacy up close for an extended time. I have a confession to make. Jo isn't exaggerating one bit. In fact, she's probably holding back. Since I've been here, Lacy has called me m'lady. She has gotten rather wound up (tears) about the fate of the poor Hershey's Kisses that were going into some cookies (you'll have to ask Jo for the whole story... but Daddy did show up and save the day in the end). She has told me that I looked fabulous and fashionable. When I gave her a lip gloss holder that had a mirror, it became the box of fabulousness complete with a mirror to check and make sure you are still fabulous. Yesterday, her dad put out some presents while she was napping and she explained that Santa made a preliminary visit but would be back later with more.
Right now, we are trying to keep her upstairs while we wait for the grandparents to show up and see her come downstairs to see what Santa brought. I think my shift is next so I'd better come up with a plan. Hopefully Jo will be back in blogging form after the first of the year. You'll have to give her a little slack... life with Lacy is anything but slow. But trust me... there are quite a few stories waiting to be blogged. And they are ALL true. Crazy kid.
Merry Christmas!
Guest Blogger, Becky
Saturday, December 20, 2008
We are fine
I must apologize for my absence. I have received numerous emails regarding my lack of blogging. Yes, we are still alive. Everything is pretty much the same around here. I think the blogging muse has left me high and dry.
I will do my best to find something funny to talk about. Soon.
I promise!
I will do my best to find something funny to talk about. Soon.
I promise!
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