September Paybacks

We came home last Friday night and found this sign hanging in our living room.
Robert and I stuck labels all over Nana and Papa's house that said.... Cheebo was here. (Cheebo is what I call Maddy, whole other story.)
Well, this sign was payback.

What's In There Mumma?

Maddy is Cuckcoo

This is Maddy waiting for lunch at a local Diner. She insisted on wearing her floaty.

Conversation with Ray

Ray: Maddy, what do you want for your birthday?

Maddy: Baby Dolphin

Santa's Village.... ho, ho, ho

Ray met a buddy at the fair:

Amazing view from our hotel room:

Gym.....nastics!

Ever since we told Maddy she would be starting up gymnastics soon she has been running around the house asking everyone to clap after doing a little jump and jog routine. Problem is.... she says... CRAP!

Conversation with Robert on Saturday:
Maddy: Robert, Robert, look at me... gymnastics. Crap!

Robert looked at me like a deer in headlights.

Maddy: CRAP Harder!


Oh silly Maddy :)

Maddy's Answers

What do you want to be when you grow up?
Spiderman

When does the ice-cream truck come to school?
Friday

How many dollars do you need?
one. two. three. four. five.

What's Mama's name?
Manda

What's Dada's name?
Way

How old are you?
Four.

What's your favorite color?
Purple

Do you go on the potty?
Yeah, I big girl. I go on the potty. No poops.

What do you want to watch on tv?
Dora. Diego. Calliou.
(I have yet to find a Dora Diego Calliou show.)

Toddler Yoga

Weekdays sometimes feel like chaos. After dinner is finished, baths are given (or just a wipe down with a cloth!) and the next day's clothes and lunches arranged, I just want to sit on the couch. Some nights the battle to fight this urge is lost, last night felt like it might be one of those. As I positioned myself to collapse onto the couch and turn on Dora I came across a Toddler Yoga program. Hmmmm, I thought... Maddy might like this and it also could satisfy my need to sit on my bum and not move- I mean Toddler Yoga? Piece of cake.

...25 minutes later....

I am sweating like a Toddler Yoga pig, just barely sitting upright to do the last Namaste pose all while Maddy insists... "again!"