Vocabulary lessons with Kate

It seems like we’ve been having lots of the “where did she come up with that?” moments at our house lately… whenever Kate says a word that strikes me funny, I like to ask her what that word means. Here are a few of her recent definitions.

Packrat: noun. use – “Mommy you are such a packrat!” Definition according to Kate’s Dictionary: Someone who won’t throw anything away (hard to argue with that!)

Wig: noun. use – “Mommy, will you buy me a Hannah Montana wig?” Definition according to Kate’s Dictionary: It’s something that has a lot of hair. See, they take a hair board and saw off all the hair, and then they saw hair onto another thing and that makes a wig.

Scaredy Cat: noun. use – “You’re a scaredy cat!” Definition according to Kate’s Dictionary: A cat that’s scared of something.

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2007 – A Year in Review

2007 was a big year for Mommin’ It Up! Or actually, a big six months, as we launched our site on June 17th. It’s hard to believe it’s only been a few months, because so much has happened!

Since then, we’ve had 34,495 unique visitors, and we’re so grateful to those of you who stumbled on our site and then decided to come back. It’s so fun to have “regulars!” We’ve posted 186 times and our readers have left 1,560 comments. The nice spammers have left us 1,747 obnoxious comments as well!

A huge thank you to all of you who make this so much fun!

And in case you’ve missed anything, here are a few highlights from this year:

In June , Jenny wrote the first of her gross blogs, “Spit, Splatter, Splatter”, and regaled us with the tale of worshipping at The Cathedral of Our Lady of the Perpetual Ponytail. I posted a list of “Things you should and should not do during pregnancy” (perhaps I should review that now) and reviewed the Bible of parenting books, Baby 411.

In July, Jenny won Karen’s “messiest post” contest with “When Motherhood Meets HAZMAT” and told us more about the drama that was potty-training Joshua. I traumatized Kate by getting my “earbrows” waxed and recommended everyone read “Mother Shock” by Andrea Buchanan.

August brought Jenny’s worst injury of the year and a disgusting public restroom experience. I expressed my desire for a drive-thru EVERYTHING. August also brought a snake to my house!

September was a big month for us! One of the most momentous occasion was Jenny’s thirtieth birthday (dang she is OLD) and a big contest to go with it. She also exposed her neurotic side when she told us about the pressure she puts on herself to make her kids’ birthday cakes. Kate started preschool and I announced my pregnancy.

In October, Jenny displayed the many facets of her personality with “I Only Bend at the Waist” and tried to convince us that she’s a bad mother. I listed the ways Google searches have led readers to us and complained once again about pregnancy.

In November, Jenny read me the riot act about not finding out the sex of my unborn baby and started to question her level of commitment to making Sophia’s first birthday cake. I wrote about my parenting fact-finding obsession about decorating the Christmas tree with a three year old.

And finally, in December, Jenny revealed her obsession with CVS deals, in a number of posts. She also told us about Joshua’s foray into (dirty) phonics. I wrote about Kate’s nearly-disasterous trick at a basketball game and asked those of you who have gone before us what exactly we’re in for with having another baby.

All in all, it’s been a great year, and creating this blog has been a big part of it. Thank you all so much for reading, and we hope you’ll stay tuned in 2008!!

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The stuff memories are made of.

In the last few weeks, we’ve posted a lot about all the craziness of Christmas, and I know many of you have felt just as frazzled and harried as Jenny and I have. As parents, it seems like we drive ourselves thisclose to the looney bin, trying to make sure Christmas goes as smoothly as possible. We shop, we bake (or some of you do, so I hear), we wrap, we do all kinds of stuff to make sure our kids create memories of The Best Christmas Ever.

Despite all my planning and preparation, though, things didn’t go exactly as I had pictured them in my mind. For starters, after a long day of singing along to her new Hannah Montana cd into her new microphone (which is all she needed, thanks Grandma), Kate zonked out on the way to the Christmas Eve service at church. So instead of hearing her sing along to “Silent Night,” as I had pictured in my mind, I watched her sleep peacefully on the pew next to me. And she was out for the night. So much for the ritual of setting out cookies and milk for Santa and spreading the reindeer food on the lawn. I was so intent on doing these things that I tried to talk her into getting out of bed (I know, I’m insane) when she woke up briefly around 11:00. She was having none of it, though, and said “Mommy, I can’t. Santa will look down and see me!” None the less, she was thrilled to see the cookie crumbs, empty milk glass and reindeer food remnants left on Christmas morning. It wasn’t what I had envisioned, yet it was wonderful.

Tonight I spent some time thinking about why things like Santa’s cookies are important to me, and I realized that I just want her to have good memories of Christmas. And, more than anything, I want her to remember how very loved she is.

She won’t look back on Christmas and think to herself “That would have been a nice holiday if only I had gotten to put oatmeal and colored sugar on the lawn.” And she won’t think of it as a hectic day (as her dad and I have a tendency to do), being shuffled around to multiple places, but rather she’ll fondly remember visiting four houses (that’s right, four – two belonging to grandparents and two to great-grandparents. In one day.) filled with people who love her.

And that’s what Christmas memories are made of.

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