Thursday, April 25, 2013

Dinner is Served

Tonight the Babe wanted to eat in the "restaurant".  She wanted to make a menu, and be served in our dining room.  Daddy was to be the waiter, and I was to be the chef (not a big stretch there).  My husband was meeting a business associate a little later in the evening for dinner, but came home early to see the Babe.  So, he was able to be the waiter...dressed in running shorts and a t-shirt (before he changed for the evening).  The dining room may be more upscale, but the service apparently isn't at this restaurant. 

The Babe started dinner with a salad, all by herself.  Well, when you set only one place setting, clearly you don't want to eat with the riff-raff.  We put on the radio for some background music, and every so often she would call for the waiter.  Unfortunately, this waiter got a business call mid-service, so the chef had to step up.  Then the chef was allowed to join the Babe, and chat while the Babe finished her first course.  Apparently the customer is dating the waiter, and they both have the same blue eyes that are dazzling and sparkling.  The waiter buys her secret shirts, and they dance ballet together and hula hoop.  It was a very enlightening conversation (and fun). 

Soon, dinner was ready to be served.  The waiter had to leave, and the chef was allowed to join the Babe for dinner.  It was very nice.  I suspect the Babe will be returning to this restaurant again in the near future.  Its very exclusive, by invitation (or demand) only. 

Friday, April 19, 2013

Change of Plans

The Babe isn't happy right now because our scheduled play-date isn't happening.  The other mom forgot to write it in her calendar.  While she's disappointed at the moment, from a selfish standpoint, my house is clean and dessert is baked.  Ok, not my entire house, just the first floor.  Having company is a great motivator.  Yes, I rushed around all morning, rather than "leisurely" cleaned.  But its done.  The question now is should I continue with this and tackle the second floor, or collapse on the couch with the Babe?  I don't know.  For now I am enjoying the cookie pie I just made.

Monday, April 15, 2013

Context is Important

This is going to probably sound really bad taken out of context, so please read all of this post.  My husband had called to check in during the course of his work day, and asked how the Babe was doing.  Specifically, he asked her if she was being a good girl.  We told him yes, so good, that she had even gotten some badges.  She then told him she got, "a badge for kissing, a badge for loving, and a badge for rocking".  That doesn't sound right.

Here's what she meant.  She wanted to wear badges, like what Girl Scouts wear.  So, out of some felt, I made her a sash.  Then she wanted the badges to go with it.  What to make?  She gave me a sweet kiss on my cheek, so I said she gave such nice kisses.  So we made a badge in the shape of a mouth to represent a kiss.  Then she gave me a nice hug.  So she got a badge in the shape of a heart.  Lastly, she just got a kiddie sized rocking chair yesterday, and is enjoying rocking on it.  Hence, a rocking chair badge.  And from a kiss, a hug, and a rocking chair, we get badges for "kissing, loving, and rocking".