Wordless Wednesday (late but worth it)

Out to lunch! That smile warms my heart!

LeBella had a great day today! The best day she’s had in months actually. We got all her lessons done early so I took her out to lunch and we went to the dollar theater. We watched the first 1/2 of Harry Potter and that was enough for her!

 

 

(Un)Happy Tree Friends

If you are easily offended or weak stomached go ahead read this instead. xoxo

It is blessedly quiet right now. LeArtist has convinced LeBella to play in the back yard with him for a bit. (Can we give a cheer for locked, 6foot high privacy fences and large bedroom windows that show the entire yard?) This peace won’t last for more than 10 minutes so I need to write fast!

Over the last few weeks LeBella has been a whirling, swirling tornado on crack. The new meds haven’t made any noticeable change. And apparently she has forgotten how to talk. Oh no, don’t get your hopes up. She yells and screams. Constantly. From the minute she wakes up until the minute she passes out from exhaustion. The only time she is quiet is when I give her the computer. The problem is I have a million things I need to get done during the day. Besides writing (blog and book) I have classes, people. College. Online. So…

In attempt to provide her with a bit of entertainment while I got some work done I went hunting on Netflix for something that would capture her fleeting attention. Que the Happy Tree Friends.

 

Look they're so bright and Happy!

What little girl doesn't love colorful, lovable animal characters?

Ok, so she is engaged. Happy animals, happy girl minion. I turn my back to her. Not in a mean way, that’s just how my desk faces. And she is blessedly quiet for 1 minute….2minutes…..3 minutes and then…

“Oh god…..oh…no…oh…oh….god…..mommy shut it off SHUT IT OFF!!!!” by this point she is screaming hysterically and burying her head in the blankets. I turn to the screen and I am greeted with this:

Um, ouch?

Yeah. I was all, “What the crap??” and diving for the remote. I mean this is the girl who was traumatized by The Little Mermaid!

So, if you want to see the Happy Tree Friends in action here ya go, just make sure your kiddos aren’t around. (BTW my 13 thinks its hilarious, go figure.)

 

That is all people. That is all.

And Then My Heart Bursts…

I blow my bangs out of my face for the umpteenth time and look around the cramped portable. I hated being here, in the dingy dim light, waiting for hours to be seen. The girl sitting a few seats down smacked her gum and I glanced at her sideways. Her Baby Phat jeans looked painted on and I wondered if she could even breathe. Every time she shifted impatiently in the hard plastic chair, the row of dangly gold bracelets jingled against her chocolate colored skin. I briefly wondered what her story was. Did she really need this help? I know I would not be here if I could pay the full child care bill myself.

She caught me looking at her and gave me a sneer. I turned my back to her and focused on the one ray of sunshine in the depressing room.

LeBella. Not quite 2 years old. She’s such a ball of fiery energy that it’s a rare treat to see her sitting quietly, flipping the pages of a board book, slowly and upside down. She sets the book aside and adjusts her bubblegum pink skirt and then looks up at me.

For a moment I am lost in big brown eyes. She looks so cute with her fluff of blonde hair pulled up into pig tails. She smiles a raidiant smile and takes a deep breath.

As she begins to sing, my heart bursts….

With EMBARRASSMENT.

“To da window…to da wall! Sweat drip down my balls…ah skee skee skee skee ah skee skee…..”

The dark skinned girl and I are simultaneously dying. Her from laughter. Me from mortification.

So, thank you Lil Jon, from me and Jingly Bracelets.

Happy Birthday, Baby!

I’m in tears right now. Can you believe my sweet baby is 10 today? It seems like just yesterday they placed her tiny 7.6 pounds of sweetness in my arms. In honor of her special day, won’t you take a walk down memory lane with me? I apologize if some of the pictures are grainy, I was late joining the digital world!

Sweet Baby Girl at 1 month old

 

Sweet Girl's First Birthday!

2 years old and pretty as can be!

Pretty Princess is 3! Prettiest butterfly ever!

Lil Diva is now 4 and sassy!

Graduating preschool at 5....

This Lil Skater Girl is 6!

7 years old and already a rock star!

My Chunky Cha Cha Moo Moo is 8!

At 9 LeBella has become a Baby Blogger, know what that means?

That means you should go leave her some birthday love on HER BLOG! Did you know she had one? She hasn’t posted a whole lot yet, but she takes great pride in it. I know when she’s 100% well it will become her pet project!

I’ll be posting again later today, LeBella wants to get all prettied up and take Birthday Pictures (even though we aren’t celebrating yet lol). Also, I’ll be debuting info on my new Blog Carnival!!

 

In Which I Confess My Beiber Love

I’m sitting here all bleary eyes and throbbing feet from walking in the Puerto Rican Day Parade and thinking I miss ya’ll! I’m all inconsistent and unpredictable while I’m working on my NaNoWriMo project (and while it is slow going, it is awesome, trust me).
I sat here staring at the blank screen and feeling incredibly overwhelmed. Sometimes things just flow, sometimes I get all researchy to talk about something. But today? I got nothing. So I start humming along with the Just Dance 2 Beiber music from the other room and I remembered what I wanted to tell you!

I love Justin Beiber!

Wait…what? That came out wrong!

I love the idea of Justin Beiber.

Wait, don’t leave! Let me explain!

The other day we were riding in the car and “Baby” came on the radio. LeBella started beboppin around and singing at the top of her lungs. I glanced at her (quickly, I’m driving) and she’s all Power Puff Girl sized eyes, awash in the Beiber love. I turned the music down and as I preached pedantically about the awesomeness of music from my day I saw her eyes glaze over.

Come on! In my day it was awesome!

NKOTB (if you don’t get that, we can’t be friends)

N*Sync

Boys ll Men

Vanilla Ice (STFU, he was hot)

Five

Shai (let’s all take a second to bask in that awesomeness)

And then?

It struck me. Justin Beiber is her Jordan Knight. Her Justin Timberlake. Her Vanilla Ice (shut UP).

So, baby girl? I concede. I will nay say Justin Beiber no more.

(Sorry Tim)

Now? I am feeling way nostalgic.

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