out of the mouths of babes. and a(nother) sad obsession.

so there isn't much to report 'round these parts this week.

it's pretty much school, work, rita's, wash, rinse, repeat.

the highlight of our recent days was the wild woman's haircut yesterday afternoon.

(don't worry - it was just a trim. which is exactly what i told my mother all 7 times she checked with me to be sure i wasn't going have the girl's head shaved or something else equally tragic.)

i snapped this with my phone and sent it to her daddy with a caption that read she's so big!!

and she is.

there have been a handful of times lately that i've stopped in my tracks and just sat in awe of how grown up she is. and consequently, how grown up that mouth is too.

since i'm sure we could all use a good wednesday chuckle, i figured i'd share a few of her most recent declarations.......

addressing her daddy while we were eating dinner and having the usual how-was-your-day conversation ... daddy. you DO NOT speak to my mother! you just eat your food and be QUI-ETTT. did you hear me?

while making herself red in the face and working hard to accomplish some potty-related business in the bathroom at target (gross!) this afternoon ... oh no. my face is blowin' up!


from her perch in the back seat while i'm navigating 5 o'clock traffic (and cussing under my breath) ... you just gotta hold that circle and move the other cars outta the way so you can go. drive hard, mommy!

as she was pulling at the collar of my sweatshirt and plunging one ice cold little paw down the front of it ... MOTHER. i just need to look at your bumps!

in an attempt to avoid bedtime yet again ... mommy, if that big monkey tries to bite me, you gotta spank him on his bottom. don't spank him on his butt, 'cause we don't say butt. we say bottom. so you just gotta spank his bottom. OH and mommy! we don't say ass either. night night!

standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom just after getting out of the bathtub ... i just need to do my wiggle dance while i'm naked (pronounced 'nekkid'). that's how you're 'posed to do it, mama! ... says who, kid?! jenna jameson?! i think not!

when she realized that i had in fact removed the previously chewed wad of gum she was saving for later in the fridge of her barbie dream house ... awww crap, mom.

and my personal favorite - when i started coughing the other night for whatever oddball reason ... uh-uh mama! you don't frow up anymore. and neither does daddy. 'cause when you frowed up and daddy frowed up and i had to go to nana's house 'cause i didn't like the frow up. so you feel better. you don't feel bad. you're not gonna frow up. understand?

yes, darling. i understand.

poor kid. our post-christmas battle with the stomach bug seems to have scarred her for life. so much as a hiccup from either of us and the wild woman loses her cheerios. big time.

and speaking of frow up (how'd ya like that for a segue?! gag.), i caved and bought enough of these babies last night to make me sick until at least halloween. maybe even new year's.



i tried to talk myself out of them before they ever hit the stores, but resistance was futile. i was in the check-out line with a basketful within minutes of the first sighting on facebook.

cadbury: 1 . will power: 0

errrr, actually, it should read more like cadbury: 36 . will power: 0.

i should probably have at least a slight twinge of guilt over this severe lapse in judgment, but i most definitely don't. i only let myself have 1 a day, and when easter is over, so is my obsession.

(i looked it up last night and each egg is 4 points, which is actually lower than i had guessed. easily doable if i cut out the skinny lattes i managed to get myself hooked on - and that's really not a big deal since i've found i don't' love them as much as the weather is getting warmer. yessss! ... gotta love a little early-morning rationalization.)

and don't get me on my soapbox about the mini-eggs or the caramel or the chocolate versions. there is ONE and ONLY one cadbury egg. the original. the granddaddy. the one true incarnation of a perfect springtime confection.

as far as i'm concerned, the others may as well be lumped into the same pitiful category with new coke and that miserable attempt Gap made at changing their classic logo last year.

sad.

love & this morning when i pushed the button at sonic the guy just came on and said i know,