Big Sister Material

Today was the day we finally told Makela that she is going to be a big sister. First, she danced around the living room, singing a tune of "Yay! I'm going to have a baby brother or baby sister! Yippee!" Then she proclaimed, "I'll be able to help you feed the baby. And change its diapers. And all SORTS of stuff!"

And of course Makela has told everyone we've seen today, "Guess WHAT?!? My mommy has a BABY in her TUMMY!"

And tonight, my heart just melted. I'd tucked Makela into bed, and just a few minutes later, she came out to tell me this: "Mommy? I have a new routine I want to do now. Every night, I'm going to kiss your tummy, right where the baby is. That way it will know that I love it."

Silly Song

I'm writing this as I listen to Makela sing in her bed. She's got one of her music class song books open in front of her, and she just finished her rendition of "Rock a Bye Baby." Now she's kept the tune and altered the words, as follows:

Mommy is so sweet
She gives me hugs
She gives me kisses
She likes to give me lots of things
But not Tylenol

I laughed right out loud at that one. She heard me, of course. But it's true -- lately, Makela has been the queen of delay tactics at bedtime. One of her recent ploys is to claim that her throat hurts and that she absolutely needs Tylenol. Yeah, I'm not buying it, cutie pie. Nice try.

A Rule to Live By

I really need to get on here and blog more than I do. These days, it's hard to find the balance between writing, scrapbooking and being otherwise creative -- all while being a full-time mom to Makela, a part-time fundraiser with Angel Faces AND a volunteer regional officer for Delta Gamma. Whew! I'm busy, but it IS fun.

So in the interest of keeping it (relatively) short and sweet, here's a funny story from last Friday (Feb. 27th). We were walking back to the car at Nobel Park, after having great fun on the tire swing. Makela took off her fleece and started pretending to be a bumblebee, with the sleeve as her "stinger." She was buzzing and then started pretending to sting me, saying "STING! STING! STING!" Every time she did this, I would say "Ow!" It didn't take long for Makela to lose herself to the giggles.

When we got to the parking lot, Makela automatically reached up to hold my hand (my training is paying off!). She let out another "STING!" with her left hand and "stung" me, which of course resulted in my immediate response of "Ow!"

Without even pausing, Makela looked up at me and stated in a voice of complete reason and deadpan humor: "Mommy, NEVER hold on to a bumblebee's hand."

I Could Hang Here!

While much of the news from our latest Disney trip will have to wait for another blog entry, I can't possibly forget to write this little tidbit down.

We had just finished riding the Soaring Over California ride at California Adventure today -- the first time we'd ridden it, since the last time we'd been there, Makela was slightly too short to ride it (and anything else w/ a minimum height requirement of 40"). Makela absolutely loved it and couldn't stop talking about how much fun it was the whole way out -- and she immediately asked to ride it again. As she kept babbling, she said something that sounded like a quote from "Madagascar," which she received on DVD at Christmas.

So Daddy said, "Makela, did you just say 'This place is cracka-lackin!'?"

To which she replied, without missing a beat, "Yes. I could hang here. I could hang here!"

She sounded just like Chris Rock's character from the movie, Marty the Zebra. Same inflections and everything. It was hysterical.

Left to Right

Another funny conversation with Makela the other day. It went something like this.

Makela: "Mommy, we write from left to right. Why?"
Me: "Because the language we speak and write in is English, and English is written from left to right."
Makela: "But why?"
Me: "Well, some languages are written in different directions, but English is just written left to right. It's just a rule. It's been around since the language was invented a long, LONG time ago."
Makela: "Really? Before I was born?"