I don't want a baby brother or sister

We had one of those moments last week where something Madeleine said just left us speechless.

We were on the way home from work and we were stuck sitting in traffic. There was an accident up ahead, just past our exit. Madeleine was sitting in the back seat, munching on some cereal.

"I don't want a baby brother or sister. I want a black baby."

Hmmm ... I didn't think that children this young noticed racial differences (at least that is what I have read) but I guess that is not the case. I really wonder what goes through that little mind sometimes.

Where is Ham and Cheese????

"I can't find Ham and Cheese. Where is Ham and Cheese?"

These were the shouts we heard from Madeleine's bedroom last night. Ham and Cheese. What is she talking about? She went in there looking for a story ...

She comes back crying, "Can't find it mommy. Can't find Ham and Cheese with Eggs".

Ah .... she was looking for Green Eggs and Ham. Daddy to the rescue - he found it in the laundry basket (don't ask).

A. A. A. A. A. A. A. A. A.

A new cookbook that I purchased on Amazon arrived today. I wasn't quick enough to hide it, so now *someone* is waiting for me to get rid of one. That stupid "buy a cookbook, get rid of a cookbook' rule that David came up with. Pfft. I can fit it in the cabinet, but I digress.

Madeleine and I were upstairs chilling out before she went to bed. She brought in Green Eggs and Ham to read but when she saw my new cookbook, she wanted to read that instead. A girl after my own heart.

She put it on her lap and looked at the cover. Then she traced over the words with her finger and every time she got to an 'A', she stopped and said 'A'. Hmmm. Gave her Green Eggs and Ham and asked her to pick out the A's on the cover. She did. In fact, she entertained herself for a good 15 minutes picking the A's off the pages of her book. I'll admit it, I was happy to have a night off from Green Eggs and Ham.

One letter down, 25 to go!

It was bound to happen one day ....

I have a vague memory of laughing at my friend Carrie's story about how her son locked her out of the house. Well guess what happened tonight.

I ran out to the garage and grabbed some pulled pork out of the freezer to defrost for supper and realized I forgot the homemade barbecue sauce. I went back out to the garage and turned around in time to see the door close. No big deal, I thought, as I hunted in the freezer.

"I locked the door mommy!" Madeleine squeals from the other side of the door.

No way. I flew to the door and tried to open it up. Sure enough, she had locked the door on me.

I tried to get her to unlock the door. "I can't mommy. It needs to be locked."

I sent her downstairs to get David (Mr. Oblivious) to come up and unlock the door. I heard her playing in the kitchen, I heard her talking to Sophie and I finally heard her going downstairs. I waited and waited and waited.

I started pounding on the door, yelling for him. Nothing. Madeleine comes back up stairs. "You making noise mommy." YOU THINK.

"Madeleine, please unlock the door so mommy can come back in."

"I can't mommy. Too hard"

"Please go downstairs and tell daddy that mommy is stuck in the garage."

"OK"

I waited and waited and waited. I thought about going around the back of the house to the basement door and just scaring the crap out of David, but the stone steps leading around the side of the house were icy before the ice storm last night and I was only wearing slippers. I figured if I opened the garage door and rang the front door they'd both ignore it, figuring I'd get it. I started pounding on the door again. Madeleine came back upstairs.

"Is daddy coming upstairs to unlock the door?"

"No. He is watching football." NICE.

I finally got her to twist the lock so I could get the door opened. I went downstairs.

David looks up, "Why were you banging up there?"

"Didn't she tell you she locked me in the garage?"

"She told me mommy was stuck in the garage but I didn't know what she meant. You were making a lot of noise."

Seriously dude. Our neighbor across the street is getting a key ASAP.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Happy New Year to all!! One of my goals for 2009 is to be more organized and I am hoping that means more frequent blogging. :)

Between a few vacation days and work closing down over the holidays we've had a glorious two weeks home. Alone. Together. Two weeks. I am amazed at how quickly Madeleine can tear through the house and leave destruction behind her.

Madeleine is also big into being a 'holper' and has learned she call pull a chair up to the counter to reach what she wants. If the chair doesn't get her close enough she has also figured out climbing on the counter will ger her where she wants to co. I am contemplating chaining the chairs to the table so she can't move them anymore. I've already been told I can't nail the chairs to the floor.

Wishing everyone a happy and healthy 2009. We are looking forward to the new addition to our family in June. Madeleine had been wanting a baby brother but this week she claimed she wants a baby sister instead. Whether we are blessed with a boy or a girl, she has already made it clear she will NOT be sharing Baby Tad with the baby. "MY Baby Tad mommy. Not the baby".