My Baby...
May 2006
May 2007
...is now a BIG girl.When did this happen?
*teary smile*
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Beyond Proud...
...it's moments like this that make me realize just how blessed I am that she's my daughter.
GOOD JOB RUBY! MOMMA'S SO PROUD OF YOU!!
KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK BABY!!!
Monday, May 28, 2007
My Girl...
...yes, she's sound asleep,
yes, she's in MY bed,
and YES, she's COMPLETELY ASS BACKWARDS!
God bless my girl, she can sleep in any position, ANYWHERE, ANYTIME!
hehehe
To coin one of Ruby's favorite sayings:
"Just like Momma!"
*big smile*
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
The Alphabet Song...
...as sung 'VERBATIM' by my daughter, Ruby Cate.
(no lie, I am still laughing as I type this!)
*imagine the ABC song in your head please, makes for a better read*
"A B C D E F G
H I J A
(burp)
A K A A E
M O O P Q
SING A ME...
...YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!"
American Idol, HERE WE COME!
hehehehe
(no lie, I am still laughing as I type this!)
*imagine the ABC song in your head please, makes for a better read*
"A B C D E F G
H I J A
(burp)
A K A A E
M O O P Q
SING A ME...
...YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!"
American Idol, HERE WE COME!
hehehehe
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Monday, May 07, 2007
Ruby's Book Club...
...only has 3 rules*:
1. Book will be chosen by Ruby and/or Bear at all times.
2. Books can and should be read multiple times before switching titles with no complaints from reader and or fellow book club members.
and finally,3. Everyone MUST BE WEARING A BOW**, NO EXCEPTIONS.
*Ruby's Book Club reserves the right to change any/all of these rules at any time without notice to suit the needs of it's founder & her fuzzy silent friend.
**No bows were harmed during the making of this post.
Thursday, May 03, 2007
Mother's Day...
...a little early!
Thank you to my wonderfully sweet & thoughtful friend Sherry
for these GORGEOUS flowers, that,
not only brightened up my WHOLE HOUSE upon their arrival,
but made me realize just how lucky I am
to have her as my friend!
*hugs*
Thank you to my wonderfully sweet & thoughtful friend Sherry
for these GORGEOUS flowers, that,
not only brightened up my WHOLE HOUSE upon their arrival,
but made me realize just how lucky I am
to have her as my friend!
*hugs*
Finally...
...all of APRIL as seen through photos.
I've been DYING to post these for what felt like FOREVER without much success,
but thanks to a little gift from my beloved fuzzy friend Ebenezer,
It's now time to show you all what you've missed...
'Sleeping Beauty'
'Easter Egg Color Time'
'Cutest Easter Bunny Ever'
'She has her Momma's ears'
'Nonna Maria's Ricotta Cake'
Only make this ONCE a year, every Easter...
...man is it DELICIOUS!
'Nonno & Me minus one mustache'
'My "Uncle Amum" aka: Adam'
Gimmie a B! Gimmie an I! Gimmie a G!
Gimmie a G! Gimmie an I! Gimmie a R! Gimmie an L!
Gimmie a B! Gimmie an E! Gimmie a D!
What does it spell?
BIG GIRL BED!
'Sharing secrets with Bear'
(which basically means we're up to NO GOOD!)
'Mirror Mirror On The Floor'
I've been DYING to post these for what felt like FOREVER without much success,
but thanks to a little gift from my beloved fuzzy friend Ebenezer,
It's now time to show you all what you've missed...
'Sleeping Beauty'
'Easter Egg Color Time'
'Cutest Easter Bunny Ever'
'She has her Momma's ears'
'Nonna Maria's Ricotta Cake'
Only make this ONCE a year, every Easter...
...man is it DELICIOUS!
'Nonno & Me minus one mustache'
'My "Uncle Amum" aka: Adam'
Gimmie a B! Gimmie an I! Gimmie a G!
Gimmie a G! Gimmie an I! Gimmie a R! Gimmie an L!
Gimmie a B! Gimmie an E! Gimmie a D!
What does it spell?
BIG GIRL BED!
'Sharing secrets with Bear'
(which basically means we're up to NO GOOD!)
'Mirror Mirror On The Floor'
One Year Ago Today...
...I said my final goodbye's to my beloved friend Ebenezer.
I just can't believe it's already been a whole year.
I miss him.
SO MUCH, I miss him.
*tears*
(I don't know if this is a gift from my boy or not, but you'll all please notice that his picture is here, posted, without a blogger hitch. Coincidence? Or the power of love?
I'm going with love...
Thanks buddy, I miss you!)
I just can't believe it's already been a whole year.
I miss him.
SO MUCH, I miss him.
*tears*
(I don't know if this is a gift from my boy or not, but you'll all please notice that his picture is here, posted, without a blogger hitch. Coincidence? Or the power of love?
I'm going with love...
Thanks buddy, I miss you!)
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
'MAD!' & A Tale Of Two Fingers...
So I'm in the kitchen cleaning up from breakfast & Ruby is in her room playing with her toys.
Pretty normal morning... until:
*crying* 'Momma Help Please!'
I run in to find her little hand wedged into a 'shape sorter' that she adores & KNOWS how to use, but apparently this time had forgotten which end was 'up' so to speak.
"Awww baby, c'mere, give Momma a hug... you're all right my love."
"I sad Momma, I so sad..."
"I know baby luv, you'll be ok, your fingers are ok... Momma helped you, see?"
*looking down at fingers in question*
"I MAD Momma!"
Slightly stunned, I take a minute to digest what my child has just told me.
See, Ruby's always been able to use adjectives to describe her feelings to me. Always.
Things like 'happy' or 'tired' or 'sad' or 'hungry' or 'cold' or 'hot' etc...
But MAD?
That shit's new...
that came from way out in left field,
hitting this Momma square in the face!
"Baby, do you mean you're sad? It made you sad to get your fingers stuck?"
*looking up at me as if I've clearly lost the ability to understand her words*
"No Momma,Ruby MAD not sad!"
*throwing evil shape sorter across the room*
"Baby, that's not very nice...
I'm sorry that you're upset but we don't throw our toys, ok?"
"Momma, I not ok! No more toy! Ruby put away..."
*grabbing bear for a nose to nose makeout session, she walks out of the bedroom leaving me to sort through the chaos that was the evil finger eating shape sorter*
Man, I didn't expect to hear that word out of her mouth... not that it's a bad word or anything but I typically don't use 'mad' when speaking, even when I'm angry. I say Momma's upset or Momma's sad or even Momma's angry... but mad?
So as if that wasn't enough to have to process before even finishing my first cup of tea,
she re enters the room with this beautiful nugget of info:
*holding up the 'closet door incident' fingers from last week*
"Momma?"
"Yes Ruby..."
"My fingers?"
*sadly like clockwork I fall into step with my role
in her play lovingly coined around this house as: A Tale of Two Fingers*
"Awww sweetie, what happened to your fingers?"
"Fingers shut it in a door."
"Awwww baby, and whose fault was that?"
"Momma's fault."
*smile on her face*
"Oh my sweet, and what did Momma say when that happened?"
"I SO sorry, soooooo soooooooo sorry, Momma"
"Yes baby, Momma was so so sorry. And then what did Momma say?"
"Not do again."
"That's right luvie, I'll never do it again, because I love you."
"WuVoo Momma!"
*hugs & kisses*
And then,
as if satisfied with her role in pointing out the error of my ways,
she turns & leaves.
No lie, my kid has told that 'fingers in a door' story to ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN!
Neighbors we know.
Neighbors we don't know.
Strangers at Target.
Strangers at the grocery store.
Each & every one of her stuffed animals is privy to an individual tale
of the dangers of Momma's & closet doors... etc.
You get the idea.
And the worst of it is,
it's with a gleam in her eye that she points out who's at fault. LOL
That's my girl.
*smiling*
(I'm so in trouble when she's a teenager... I feel the grey hairs starting already!)
Pretty normal morning... until:
*crying* 'Momma Help Please!'
I run in to find her little hand wedged into a 'shape sorter' that she adores & KNOWS how to use, but apparently this time had forgotten which end was 'up' so to speak.
"Awww baby, c'mere, give Momma a hug... you're all right my love."
"I sad Momma, I so sad..."
"I know baby luv, you'll be ok, your fingers are ok... Momma helped you, see?"
*looking down at fingers in question*
"I MAD Momma!"
Slightly stunned, I take a minute to digest what my child has just told me.
See, Ruby's always been able to use adjectives to describe her feelings to me. Always.
Things like 'happy' or 'tired' or 'sad' or 'hungry' or 'cold' or 'hot' etc...
But MAD?
That shit's new...
that came from way out in left field,
hitting this Momma square in the face!
"Baby, do you mean you're sad? It made you sad to get your fingers stuck?"
*looking up at me as if I've clearly lost the ability to understand her words*
"No Momma,Ruby MAD not sad!"
*throwing evil shape sorter across the room*
"Baby, that's not very nice...
I'm sorry that you're upset but we don't throw our toys, ok?"
"Momma, I not ok! No more toy! Ruby put away..."
*grabbing bear for a nose to nose makeout session, she walks out of the bedroom leaving me to sort through the chaos that was the evil finger eating shape sorter*
Man, I didn't expect to hear that word out of her mouth... not that it's a bad word or anything but I typically don't use 'mad' when speaking, even when I'm angry. I say Momma's upset or Momma's sad or even Momma's angry... but mad?
So as if that wasn't enough to have to process before even finishing my first cup of tea,
she re enters the room with this beautiful nugget of info:
*holding up the 'closet door incident' fingers from last week*
"Momma?"
"Yes Ruby..."
"My fingers?"
*sadly like clockwork I fall into step with my role
in her play lovingly coined around this house as: A Tale of Two Fingers*
"Awww sweetie, what happened to your fingers?"
"Fingers shut it in a door."
"Awwww baby, and whose fault was that?"
"Momma's fault."
*smile on her face*
"Oh my sweet, and what did Momma say when that happened?"
"I SO sorry, soooooo soooooooo sorry, Momma"
"Yes baby, Momma was so so sorry. And then what did Momma say?"
"Not do again."
"That's right luvie, I'll never do it again, because I love you."
"WuVoo Momma!"
*hugs & kisses*
And then,
as if satisfied with her role in pointing out the error of my ways,
she turns & leaves.
No lie, my kid has told that 'fingers in a door' story to ANYONE WHO WILL LISTEN!
Neighbors we know.
Neighbors we don't know.
Strangers at Target.
Strangers at the grocery store.
Each & every one of her stuffed animals is privy to an individual tale
of the dangers of Momma's & closet doors... etc.
You get the idea.
And the worst of it is,
it's with a gleam in her eye that she points out who's at fault. LOL
That's my girl.
*smiling*
(I'm so in trouble when she's a teenager... I feel the grey hairs starting already!)
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