I knew she was going to be a go-getter. From before she was born she wanted to rule. She found a way to dictate everything around her from the safety of the womb. Somehow, she must have sensed that she could do more from out here, and couldn't get out fast enough. She was coming early and there was no way we could prepare ourselves for it. That was June of 2008. Years later, we are still not ready.
Tuesday, December 31, 2013
How I got my baby dinosaur
Sunday, December 29, 2013
Tattoos
I'm Dharmas mom, and I'm not feeling well today. So I'm laying on the couch, not really asleep, but in that place where I'm half asleep and half awake. I'll hear if a kid starts knocking the house down, but I can easily tune out the music from the games being played on her tablet.
Dharma comes over to me and says something about tattoos. I open my eyes, look down, and see her feet. Oh. Em. Gee.
So the tattoo on her right foot is a tyrannosaurus rex.
The tattoo on her left foot tells a story of a tyrannosaurus rex and a stegosaurus fighting. And if she used the marker I think she used, they'll be there for quite a while. We're a tattoo friendly home, so I'm going to close my eyes and go back to my place.
Saturday, December 7, 2013
A pair, A pear, Appear
Dharma asks, "What does a pair mean?" Only we didn't understand her.
So I ask, "Appear?"
"No. A pair."
Rob, Mackenzie and I start calling out words that we think it could be. None of them are what she is trying say. Finally Dharma says, "A pair! Like a pair of shoes!"
I say to her, "That's what we've been saying!"
Dharma replies, "Oh. I thought you said 'pear'."