Wednesday of Few Words: Like Mother, Like Daughter

I have heard from a number of sources that my daughter doesn't look much like me.  But I don't look much like me at age two, either, which, must I remind you, was thirty years ago.  The Hubs can take credit for her blue eyes, but I think you will find, upon examination of the following photographic evidence, that my daughter looks more like me than you would think upon first glance.

Here's me at roughly two years of age, circa summer 1981:

And here's Lilah at almost 22 months, spring 2011:

Sure, the Hipstamatic effect helps, but I think it is plain to see that she is her mother's daughter through and through, right down to the stocky little legs, protruding belly, flower clenched in a chubby fist, and flyaway blond hair swooped over the right eye.

That's my girl!

Monthly Recap: What I learned in March 2011

Amber Strocel does a monthly recap and has invited others to play along and link up. So here's what I learned in March:

1.  My husband can rock a rainbow butterfly bag like no body's business.

2.  Monthly trips to the aquarium provide a yardstick for Lilah's development.  On our most recent visit, the changes that had taken place since our last visit were striking.  She got so much more from the exhibits - exclaiming in excitement over the "pishies" (fishies), "boggies" (froggies) and "boogas" (Belugas).  One thing that hasn't changed?  She's still convinced that the otters are kitties that swim.


Watching the sea "kitties" with Daddy

3. Writing a letter to myself as a brand new mother was extremely therapeutic and sparked some valuable discussion.

4.  Nap battles are not fun for anyone.  However, if losing the battle means a short catnap next to this sweet sleeping soul, I can be okay with that.

Lilah finally napping - in Mommy's bed

5.  My kid is a puker.  Anytime there is a bug going around, we can assume she's going to catch it.  And just when we think she's all better, we can expect a mini-relapse.  But according to the comments I received, the mini-relapse is actually fairly common.  Wish I knew why that happens and how to prevent it!

6.  I'm not a fan of guns but I do enjoy a good gun show once in awhile.
7. I finally understand what all the fuss around smart phones is about.  Oh, and Hipstamatic?  Dripping in pure, undiluted awesomesauce.  Retrolicious!

8.  Lilahbility: fashion icon.

9.a) It takes over an hour to clean a public pool that has been pooped in. 9.b) The technical term for poop in the pool is "a fouling."  9.c)  There's only so long a toddler can spend on the ramp into the hot tub.  (In case you're wondering, Lilah was not the fouler and we were thankfully not in the pool when said fouling actually occurred.)

10.  When you walk down the street with two small toddlers holding hands, you are sure to get a whole lot of smiles and exclamations of "awwwww!"

Walking down Main Street with her boyfriend

Tell me, what did you learn in March?

Wordful Wednesday: Kickin' it Old School

When it comes to making decisions regarding new technology, the Hubs and I take procrastination to a whole new level.  In fact, describing it as "procrastination" is probably putting it much too lightly.  More like complete paralysis, which comes from being terrified of making a decision we will have to live with and from our utter frugality and constant searches for the best possible deal.  To demonstrate this point, let me just tell you that, just last week, I finally got my iPhone, the one the Hubs so generously promised to me on my 31st birthday.  I'll be 32 in August.

I finally understand what all the fuss is about - and why they call it a smart phone!  Smart?  Bloody genius!  On Friday I wanted to know the name of a song that was playing on the radio - Shazam!  "Santa Monica" by Everclear.  On Sunday I got my butt kicked by Nike Training Club while listening to music that automatically got quieter so I could hear the smug voice of the evil Nike hag telling me to "push myself."  (Actually, her voice is quite lovely and she sounds like a very nice person.  I only hated her for thirty minutes.)  If it could babysit my toddler for me, I'd be in heaven.  Oh wait, it can do that too.  Genius, I tell you!

Anyway, all this is my round-about way of explaining why I'm so late to the Hipstamatic party.  Since I have obviously been in the mood for jumping on bandwagons (at this rate, you might even see me on twitter soon!), I figured I'd see what everyone was raving about.  Love!







She wouldn't be a true Hipsta without a retro minivan complete with wooden side panels, now would she?



More retro:  a phone with an actual cord. 

Thanks to Hipstamatic, now Lilah's toddlerhood doesn't look all that different from my own.  (This app has the added bonus of making me feel less old.  Can't complain about that!)

As a sidenote, does it strike you as ironic that we're using something so technologically advanced as an iPhone to take photos that look like they were taken on a cheap plastic analog camera 30 years ago?