Hamsterdam

After watching the speed skating portion of the Olympics, I was explaining to the wild woman that the men from the Netherlands usually win the most metals. This is how the conversation went:

WW: Momma, can I go to the Netherlands?

Me: Hunny, you've already been to the Netherlands. Momma and Daddy took you when you were 13 months old. We went to see the tulips and spent some time in Amsterdam.

She didn't say much, just went back to pretending to ice skate on a blanket in the middle of the living room floor. Fast forward a few hours to our dinner time conversation...

WW: Daddy, can you take me back to Hamsterdam in the Netherlands, like when I was a baby?


OOh Audrey, you are such a joy!!!

And the Mother of the year goes to.....

A few days ago, I noticed Audrey wasn't running like she usually does. When she slowed down enough for me to catch her this is what happened,

Me: Audrey, why are you running like that? (she was hopping, skipping,  and galloping all in one motion)

Audrey: Because my shoes are too tight and they hurt my feet.


In my defense- she's been wearing her snow boots or her black mary-janes, and not her sneakers. But still... I felt terrible.

Fast forward a few days and I was telling my Dad this story. He of course, thought the entire thing was hysterical. I'm not sure if it was because of my mortification or because it wasn't until my poor child was running so completely different due to her tight shoes and sore feet, that I noticed-then she had to tell me- that her shoes didn't fit. Either one, maybe both. A couple hours past after we hung up and he called me back. This is how the conversation went...

My Dad: "Jaim, I just got off the phone with LLbean. I bought you a gift card so you can go buy that poor girl some new shoes. It should get there through that email thing, watch for it"

Me: "Thanks so much Daddy, you didn't have to do that but I really appreciate it. And so will your poor granddaughter"

Dad: "Poor thing, "my shoes are too tight, my feet hurt" Tell her Poppa Marty got her some shoes, look for it and get them ordered, poor girl."

Happy Groundhog Day!!

In honor of my hometown- some groundhog pictures to enjoy :)

I know this one has nothing to do with groundhog day but I had to include it :) (it was taken the same day, hows that?)

The wild man in his groundhog hat!!

We went to see my brother-in-law play basketball and Oma had a hat for him too :) I adore this picture sooooo very much. They both love their Uncle Jake dearly- as you can tell!

Being SUPER silly :)

This was taken seconds before the 3rd picture was taken. We all were coaxing smiles and Jake thought it was a great photo op :)

Don't tell the inner circle but- we didn't do anything for Groundhog's Day. I know. I know. But, Sunday mornings are a little nuts at our house (as I'm sure that resonates with others) and with Cubba getting 4 teeth- our nights have been a little long... We caught Phil on some reruns then headed off to church. The kids were more caught off guard that the TV was on in the morning during a meal to get excited about a groundhog :)