Playing "Yee Haw"

Taylor likes her closet. I know…its odd, but she does.

She likes to climb in it, sit in it, hide in the clothes, take out all the clothes, and more recently take the bar out that holds the clothes.

When caught she smiles and says, I play yee haw mommy. Translated that means she sticks the small pole between her legs like that of a stick pony and runs around yelling YEE HAW!

This is the part where I walk out of the room appearing to be angry and quietly laugh and regain my composure before telling her how inappropriate that is. And sit with her as she slowly hangs each article of clothing commenting on the color or other random fact.

The odd part is… I think her closet fascination is spreading…

My Hubby's Fancy Footwork

On Saturday we went to Cynthe’s wedding and I was really excited when they announced that they were going to do swing dancing lessons since the bride and groom wanted everyone to swing with them!

I haven’t been swing dancing in ages and was so excited to get up and dance!

The lady that was helping teach the “lessons” was also the person sitting next to us during our meal. She asked me if she could dance with Justin because it had been awhile since she had gotten to dance too.

It was so cute! And so fun to dance and watch Justin get his groove on too with the nice lady!

AND Cynthe looked beautiful!

My Little Fire Truck

It’s 11 PM, I just got into bed with a warm blanket and my eyes are closing… when what do I hear…

WAAAHHH WAAAAHHHH WAHH!!!

Don’t mistake the loudness and similar tone to be an actual fire engine, but merely to be how Jordan chooses to wake herself up in the middle of the night. Who does that?

I am not blessed with small whimpers or even soft whining before the storm. She goes from snoring to screaming in a second flat. A terrifying scream to anyone that is not used to it. It has happened more then once that a guest or relative (yes they are different a guest is invited a relative is obligated) is sitting holding a decent conversation when my little fire truck sounds the alarm:

Guest: Is she ok
Me: Yes
G: What’s wrong with her
M: she woke up
G: did she bump something
M: no, she just woke up
G: does she need something
M: no, she really just woke up

The solution is simple. Wait it a out a few minutes in which I can watch on my handy dandy nifty swifty video monitor as she lays back down, pouty lip and all. OR stuff a bottle in her mouth and watch the same outcome in far less time.

Jordan is my screamer. My lovely lovely screamer.

Why 2 Year Olds Should See Violent Movies

Yesterday was Justin Day. What that means is his favorite number is 9 and it was 9/9/09. We were going to see a movie...

Justin and I sat by his computer looking at the preview for some new movie that had fighting, yelling, screaming etc. The entire 2 minute clip had commentary from our 2 year old Taylor:

::punch::
Taylor: Oh No!
::yelling::
T: Be nice
::scream::
T: Oh man!
::more punching::
T: They need to be nice!

I was laughing so very hard, I really have no idea what movie it was for because I couldn’t watch the screen. So I thought... How awesome would it be if she was there for the actual movie.

::serious scene of anger and violence::
a small voice breaks the tension in the room
Taylor: Oh man! They need to be nice.
laughter fills the room

I think it would be amazing. I will probably anger SO many people, but really, how awesome would that be! They really should just "play nice", right? :)