Baking Up A Storm...A Few Levi-isms And Such

: : Levi takes everything literally.  Katie bar the door if, while baking, I happen to slip up and make mention of us "baking up a storm."  "No, No, No, NO!  Des NO storm, Mama!!  No storm!"  And, don't even try to explain it to him.

: : Yesterday, we met Aunt Annie for lunch.  This was the first time Levi had seen her in all of her aqua haired glory.  I warned him before we walked in that Aunt Annie looked a little different.  Needless to say, he had to warm up to her.  Extreme hair changes definitely throw this kid off.  But, it didn't take him too long to decide that it really-o-truly-o was indeed his "Ah-Annie".  Halfway through eating, he says, "I love my Ah-Annie! She's a different."  :)  Yes, Levi.  Yes, she is.  We love her just the same.

: : If you come over here wearing stripes, be forewarned, you will be called a zebra.  My mother had a black and white striped shirt on.  Levi looked at her, grinned, pointed, and said, "She's a zebra!!"  He's also done this to strangers in public.  It makes me laugh.

: : Levi is still fascinated by the baby in my tummy.  Unfortunately, he is also under the impression that there is a baby in his tummy too.  There's a small chance I contributed to that by calling his belly a baby belly every time I kiss it and blow raspberries on it.

: : God was using his thinking cap when he created plenty of good packaging to surround babies in utero.  That fascination with the baby in my tummy equals loads and loads of hugs and kisses for the baby.  By hugs, I mean that Levi squeezes the heck out of my tummy, and squeals, "I love you, Baby!!"  

: : Last night, as I was getting him to sleep, he poked me in the eye and said, "Open your eyes, Mama, so we can talk!"  When did complex sentences make an entrance into our daily lives?  Oh, how often do I neglect to notice firsts until they've become just another thing he does?

What fun things have your munchkins said or done lately?

Sweet Dreams: An Early Mother's Day Present

Y'all, Levi came home happy!!!  The diversions I planned just ended up being fun things instead of attempts at distracting him from his usual wrath.  He hugged me.  He told me, "I like you!" and "I love you!" and, even, "I missed you!" over and over and over.  He was full of laughter and sweetness.  We giggled; we played; we baked; we cuddled and read; and, finally, he dozed off peacefully.  It was all kinds of wonderful.  Sigh...exactly what this mama needed.

The alien pop-tart also got a new name.  He's been dubbed "Knitten"  Generally, Levi calls things what they are...green bunny, horsey, big elephant, little elephant...you get the idea.  Since, alien pop-tart isn't yet in his repertoire of identifiable objects, he named this after what he is certain all yarn is...knitting...a.k.a. "Knitten".  We'll excuse him for his inability to distinguish between knit and crochet.  He is only two, after all.  ;)

Mish Mash

Be forewarned, there is randomness ahead...

~The pirate from yesterday's post somehow morphed into this...

I think he looks like an alien pop-tart.  Hopefully Levi loves him.  Maybe he'll love him enough to forget how much he dislikes me right after coming back from visitation.  A gal can hope, right?  Hmmm...I don't believe in buying love, but obviously I have no problem with crafting it.  Or baking it, for that matter.  If the alien pop-tart fails, I have a back up of cookie dough in the refrigerator ready to fill the house with smells of yumminess.

~Speaking of alien pop-tarts, have you seen this recipe.  Personally, I'm trying to forget that I've seen it.  Homemade pop-tarts are almost too much for a gal to resist.  To my knowledge, Levi has never had a pop-tart.  We should probably keep it that way...homemade or otherwise.  But, man, do those look yum!

~So, Annie did indeed graduate yesterday!  Yay!!

Note the turquoise hair peeking out from underneath her cap.  Next up, vet school.  I really hope, though, that vet school graduation isn't as insanely looooooong as this one was.  My bum was so very sore by the end of it, but it was worth it!  Congratulations, Annie-Bannie!!!

~About the car that my parents were going to lend me.  Here's how the drop off went down:

My dad (a man of few words) hands me the keys: "I'll bring the title over later."

Me (apparently becoming a gal of even fewer words): "Huh?!!!"

My dad: "Well, little girl, you didn't think I was going to keep paying the taxes on it, did you?"

Me: "Uh. Thank you!"  :)

Turns out they weren't lending me the car after all.  They were giving it to me!!  I took her for a spin today...despite the icky weather.  We went to Walmart....glamorous, I know.  

Hope y'all had a wonderful weekend!

Update:  He was happy to see me!!!  The alien pop-tart was just icing on the cake!  Yay!!