Playing Catch-Up

When I first had my baby girl, I thought I'd be *that mom* - the one who religiously records every facet of her baby girl's life. Well, between the sleepless nights, sore nipples, colic, laundry, bills, and every other nusiance in life - I managed to let journaling fall by the wayside. Sure, I wrote down her stats in her baby book and even managed to jot down a blurb or two on her Calendar of Baby's First Year about her first tooth, steps, etc. but I have no official record of all her wild antics and all the insanely hysterical stuff that pores out of her mouth. So, this is my shot - my one chance to reclaim my title as *that mom* - even if I'm the only one who ever reads this :)

As I was watching Anna play in the yard today, she called to the neighbor boys who were tossing a football, "Hey guys! I Anna! Can I pway!? I have my paaaants on, my shirt on, my diaper on, my bra on and my shirt! I can pway!" Of course they ignored her, but I sat there snickering to myself and I thought, "OMG! I'm going to forget that funny - what do I do?!" So here I am - I'm about 29 months late, but I'm HERE - I can do this! ;)

THe weather has been mild in Texas, though the natives think this is a cold front. It was about 65-70 yesterday and Anna and I were shopping at a local thrift store. She took off her shoes during one of her store-induced temper tantrums. I left them off because let's face it, you just can't die on every hill. A crotchety old lady walked past and commented about "That baby having no shoes in this weather!" Before I could open my mouth to explain to her that we have Midwestern blood running through us, Anna piped up with, "LADY? Do you poop?" Thanks for coming to my rescue, Anna ;) Thank you for reminding that lady that the world isn't as complex as it seems :)

More later - I need to submit this to make sure I know how it works ...