Metro Choo-Choo

Maya has a thing for trains, so we decided to take her on a short ride on the Metro to Pasadena. We've been talking about it for a couple of days. She was pretty excited.

Gonna buy tickets.

Daddy, the tour guide, while crossing the bridge.

There's the train.

Here we go...

Of course, we had to try on different seats. Good thing it wasn't crowded. This is better.

So I can make weird faces at my kid.

She sat quietly next to daddy, wide-eyed, and absorbed everything.

When you see things through the eyes of a child, you have a greater appreciation of whatever it is.

Keeping a positive outlook on things

The kid woke me up at 6:30am (on a Sunday) hollering she peed on her bed. Great. I looked outside and it's another dreary day. I was gonna be depressed and stuff, but then thought, "Well at least it's not 10 degrees, raining, and we don't need to shovel snow." We are lucky here in Southern California, so I should just shut up. With that in mind I cheerily (snort*) looked forward to doing laundry. Got her changed and stumbled around the house gathering more dirty laundry. Fed her milk and bread, made my coffee, my toast, sat quietly in my chair bleary eyed, and waited for Sunday do its thing...at 7:00am.

There are monsters among the dirty laundry.

Following mommy around.

Charlie's like, "Why am I up and having my picture taken this early?"

Kid insisted on wearing a cute skirt and flip flops on a cool morning.

I'm too tired to argue, so whatever.

Then running around in it.

Someone's been burying something in the backyard.

That early??

Made more blueberry muffins. I need therapy...

Madeleine Peyroux streaming from my dirty iPod most of the morning.
I think today is gonna be okay.

The trouble with trouble

I was doing chores around the house and Maya was playing in her room. As I passed by, I heard her talking to Tinkerbell. From the tone of her voice, it sounded like Tinkerbell was in big trouble. So I paused and listened:

Maya: “Sit. Right. There.”
(Did I tell you she kinda talks like William Shatner?)

Tinkerbell: “- - - “

(Tinkerbell doesn't talk, you know that.)

Maya: “Don’t. Do. That. Okay, Tinkerbell?”

Tinkerbell: “- - - “

Maya: “Do you understand? Sit. Right. There.”

Tinkerbell: “- - -“

I stood there blinking. This sounded very familiar.

Then it dawned on me. She's imitating her mother.

Maya Tidbit

Maya likes to floss...and she likes to store it in her sweater pocket after use. Gross. Don't even try to take it. She'll get really mad and will call you incoherent words only a two year old can understand. Am still working on explaining the throwing-it-after-use part and that she'll get a new one everytime. But for some reason, she gets attached to the one she just used...

Happy Valentine's Day

Warm valentine chocolate cupcakes from the oven at 6:30am.

It's nice baking while everyone else is still asleep.

Baby "cup-capes"

Guess who the recipient is of each card.

7:00PM

Is this how your 7 o'clock looks like? G'night little one.

Then after she's in bed, I get to pick up socks off the floor and stuff like that. Yay!

Muffins

Maya's been sick so we camped it at home most weekend. There's nothing like following a toddler around with a nose like a leaky faucet and a nasty cough while operating on 50% night's sleep. She's well enough to play, but not well enough to go places. I started running out of activities to do inside the house, so I thought we'd bake mini blueberry muffins. It's a rainy day anyway to it seems perfect to do that. The best part is eating them and the sweet baked muffin smell wafting throughout the house. Mmmm....

Step 1: Pour milk into the mix.

Step 2: Mix the eggs in.

Step 3: Then the blueberries.

Step 4: Scoop into the mini muffin baking pan.

Step 5: Present finished product to toddler for approval.

Step 6: Put on colorful plate.

Step 7: Enjoy!

Fwip-Fwops

She is sooo into her "fwip-fwops" right now.

Sunday Pile Up

Jenny bites daddy's ears.

Toddler rolls over parents like rolling pin.

Empty out crib just because and throw everything around.

Then collect and pile them in a corner like an otter building a house.

Beware of crazy toddler.