“mommy, you have boobies!”
“yes, Isabella. we pretty much cover this every morning. it doesn’t change. well, except when i’m pregnant”
“i don’t have boobies”
“no, still don’t”
“also..i don’t have a crocodile in my mouth.”
“no? well, that’s good to hear”
“but he says ‘hey dude!’ like that”
“interesting”
“but he’s not in my mouth. he’s in the water.”
“are you done yet?”
“i have a loose tooth. I NOT DONE! i done.”
ah, mornings at the Martell household. They used to be somewhat of a pleasure. i’d get ready for work while isabella cuddled with her sleeping daddy and watched DoraBoots. and the others slept…
but now that we’re back in school and going to bed at a decent hour (well, the kids at least…i’m still an insomniac) and Isabella is in underwear, i’m pretty much late every single day of the week.
yes. it’s true. underwear. my baby.
i haven’t been too talkative about it because i didn’t want to jinx anything. she spent our entire trip in pull-ups and was pretty gosh darn awesome. so, on monday, we stripped off the pull-up for good and switched to underwear. we are now on day #4 with no accidents. knock wood. keep your fingers crossed.
the underpant of choice, of course, is miss dora:
which i’ll gladly take over sir pampers anyday:
we are a diaper-free zone!!
(just a little side note. while i was searching online for a picture of Dora underwear…i came across this…
i am both amazed and baffled by this limited edition Dora aquapet. does anyone else notice the blatent, erm, phallic-ness of this toy?? anyone? just me? i know haley-o‘s family will get it, they’ve got dirty minds too…it kinda looks like something i have tucked away in a drawer. something i keep away from my children…something that starts with an ‘r’ and ends with a ‘t’ and have an abbi in the middle…
i guess when you spend all your time with a monkey, a big red chicken and a big blue bull you need to get some lovin’ from somewhere…ahahaha)
this morning, however, there was a little added wrinkle to my already stressful mornings. i lost a pair of boots. yes, that’s right…LOST. how do boots just get up and walk away by themselves?
remember these? i gushed about them last week? well…they are gone. truthfully, i haven’t been able to find them all winter, but i just assumed they were in the basement or in the closet hiding somewhere. i just didn’t give it enough time to look. i just opted to wear something black instead.
but this morning i made the mistake of telling the husband. who then, like an absolute loon, went on a boot-finding-mission…instead of a holding-isabella-on-the-toilet-so-she-doesn’t-fall-in mission. needless to say, he didn’t find them. also, he’s not really talking to me because he doesn’t lose things. because he takes care of his things.
so, now, in addition to having to buy myself replacement black boots…i have to buy myself replacement brown boots.
looking for some smack? and some tv recapping (because there were actually some NEW shows this week…hello new 30 Rock! come to mama!)? come on over to Juice today! see if you can guess the maybe-could be preggo belly
i also wanted to thank you guys for being the more awesome readers ever yesterday! over 100 comments! i heart each and every one of you and am sending tongue-kisses your way. mwah!
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