Happy Birthday Baby Girl!

Miss Anna Katherine is one today!


How far we've come in just a year...













Anna wasn't terribly fond of her birthday cake; we're 0 for 2 in the "first birthday cake smash" category. Although Anna did at least touch hers and taste it; Clara never even really got that far.



Happy birthday, my funny bug girl. I love you.

A Little Love for Lasagna

Someone is Getting Too Smart for Her Own Good

A few weeks ago, our ward's Primary gave each family a CD with all the Sacrament Meeting program songs to practice at home. Clara was SO excited and now wants to listen to it every time we're in the car - "Mom, I want to listen to my radio!" (At first she kept telling us she wanted to "watch my radio." We seem to have straightened out the difference between watching and listening now. Sigh.)

Since listening to NPR in the car is one of the few ways I stay in touch with the world outside of poopy diapers and fruit snacks, I'll occasionally tell her I need her to be patient so I can listen to the news before we start playing her CD. Our conversation yesterday:

C: Mom, I want to listen to my radio.
K: In one minute, sweetie. Mommy needs to listen to the news.
C: But Moooooom, I need to listen. I need to listen for my teachers (meaning her primary teachers).

Little manipulator. Cute, though.

This morning she wanted to watch "Alice in Wonderland." I told her that we could watch a movie later in the afternoon (we're trying to curtail our TV watching habits around here). Her response:

C: But Moooooom, I need to watch Alice. I need to watch it for my teachers.

Nice try, sweetie.

Snack Time

Recently my brother-in-law, Jared, posted an entry on his blog about his youngest daughter, Rebecca, and how she has reached a wonderful infant/toddler milestone. You know, the one where a kid discovers just how much fun it can be to unroll an entire roll of toilet paper. Rebecca is 10 months old, and if I remember correctly, Clara did this at about 12 months.

Anna will be one in 11 (!!!) days and she has discovered toilet paper as well...but not in quite the same way. Instead of unrolling it to play in it, she'll tear off tiny pieces...to eat. Yep, she thinks toilet paper is a yummy afternoon snack.

Of course, she thinks ANY type of paper, dried bits of play-doh, yucky dried peas I missed when sweeping after dinner, dirt, rocks, etc, etc, etc, are also yummy afternoon snacks.

I wonder if we're missing out on something fabulous?

Hmm, I'm thinking probably not.

Awesome

Clara is sitting on the couch flipping through pictures on my phone. Just a minute ago she came across this one from December 2008:


The following conversation thus ensued.

Clara: Wow, look at that.
Me: Yep, that's a pretty big mess.
Clara: It's not so bad.

Messing

I'm messing with blog backgrounds until I find something I actually like. I'm bored with the standard blogger options. Under construction...

Worst Mother of the Year Award Goes to...

...Kristin!

Supporting evidence: Clara started complaining about her shoes feeling too tight about a week ago. I finally got a chance to get to a shoe store tonight. She's been wearing a size 8. Tonight her feet were measured at just shy of a size 10.

Bad, bad Mommy.