All good things come with lots of attitude

Monkey comes out of the bathroom after dropping an impressive deuce. As she’s coming out, she tells me:

“That was fun, mommy!”

I bet.

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We’re at Target today shopping for new towels. Suddenly, Monkey reaches over and finds a princess towel with Cinderella (her current hero) sitting on a shelf. She squeals, I turn around, and find her clutching the new towel to her chest with a huge grin on her face. She gushes, “I LOVE it Mommy! Thank you so much!!”

That girl, she’s good. Of course, the towel came home with us.

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Monkey and I were laying in bed. She rolls over, pets my hair, and tells me, “Mommy, you’re beautiful.”

“Aww, thanks, Monkey. You’re beautiful, too.”

“Mommy, I love you.” (she pats my cheek)

“I love you, too, baby.” (of course, by this time I’ve totally melted)

“Mommy…”

“Yes, babygirl.”

“I want the ice cream truck.”

In an attempt to teach the Monkey about sharing, I got her a little bag of water balloons and encouraged her to give them out to the other kids in the park. This actually went over a lot better than I had hoped, and she was more than happy to give away the balloons as long as she still had two on her.

Now we just need to work on popping said balloons. She refuses to throw her balloons on the ground. She’ll laugh when I pop mine (and she totally cracked up when on accidentally popped on me, soaking my pants.) Monkey insists on holding onto her little balloons like as if they were brightly colored precious eggs. Silly me let her bring one into the apartment, and it popped on the sofa. Lesson learned.

She hasn’t been too happy about having her picture taken lately (hence the lack of actual smiley pictures)

However, she still loves her silly straw and ‘grandma shirt.’

Monkey has begun to call me “Mom”. She used to call me “Mommy”, and I didn’t realize how much I liked that. I’ve been correcting her, gently.

“Mommy likes ‘Mommy’ better, Monkey.”
“OK, Mom…”

*sigh*

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Tia Alba bought her a baby doll the other day. Tonight, I put her to bed with said baby doll, her monkey (the one you got her, grandma, when we were in CA), and her Barney doll. When I went to check in on her, she had made sure to lay her blankie across all her little friends before passing out.

Our new ritual when I put the Monkey to bed:

I put her down, give her a kiss, and wish her sweet dreams. As I leave the room, I tell her, “I love you, Monkey.”

“I love you, too.”

“Aww, thank you. I love you, Monkey.”

“No, I love you, too.”

“Thanks. I love you.”

“NO. I LOVE YOU, TOO!”

“ahh, OK. Good night, then.”

There were pancakes to be had this week (she wanted the one on the bottom, of course)…

followed by some delish watermelon and a lesson in the fine art of the chopsticks:

and we ended with the realization that pants are, in fact, funnier when worn as a hat.

BFFs 4E

Princess Lila and her parents came to visit us this past weekend. Fun was had by all. We took a trip to Coney Island’s Astroland Park on Saturday to let the girls go crazy on the rides. Surprisingly, the Monkey actually went on a few rides.

This is the look she gives when she gets cut off.

After a few rides, we strolled down the boardwalk towards Brighton Beach.

We found a little cafe that took forever to bring us our food/drinks/check, so the girls had fun occupying themselves with the plastic screen.

It was a fun visit – we missed our friends bunches! Hope to see you guys again soon!!

This evening I took Monkey to the park to let off a little excess energy before bedtime.
As I was pushing her on the swing, I noticed that she kept closing her eyes and leaning her head back. I figured it was her way of telling me that she was ready to go home, so I asked her what she was doing.

She told me, “Mommy, I’m feeling the wind.”