Drop In Art

This morning The Diva and I went to a drop-in art session downtown. It was our last day of vacation together (my last two vacation days next week will be Mama's Alone Time). The place is great, there were painting, collage making, and clay activities going on, and The Diva tried them all. We had a fabulous time, my only negative is that it seems these drop ins only occur on weekdays; a bummer for a working mom. Below is The Diva working on a mural. Hooray for art!

Klepto

If you are missing anything, chances are you'll find it in The Diva's Rose Petal Cottage. It seems that things in our house that have "mysteriously disappeared" are ending up there. Little thief.

New pets

Yesterday I suggested to Daddy-o that maybe we should get The Diva a fish. This was sort of a bad idea. Not the fish part, but the telling Daddy-o part. I should have mapped out a clear plan for the purchase of a pet fish. Daddy-o is one of the most impulsive people I know. He also thinks big. He takes a simple idea and makes in ginormous (and expensive). I thought getting a fish for The Diva would mean a bowl, a plant, some rocks, some food and a betta. Daddy-o had other plans. As soon as I suggested the purchase, he was urging me to get ready so we could go fish shopping. Then he got on the computer and found the tank he wanted to buy. I had no plans for a tank. Again, bowl + fish= good enough for me. The Diva would have thought it was just as cool. She's three. Then, we had to hurry off to Walmart to purchase the tank. The Diva had her eye on a kid friendly Sesame Street tank ( I was routing for her, it was cheaper), but Daddy-o won out. Then we had to coordinate the rocks and the accessories. Finally, we got to the actual fish buying part. The Diva picked two fish, and named them Goldie ( I am a little disappointed in her lack of creativity), and Maddy. For a minute she wanted to name one of them "Jude", but then changed her mind. I was hoping Jude would stick, as proof of my rubbing a love of The Beatles off on her. No such luck. When we got home Daddy-o immediately went to work on assembling his tank. I mean, The Diva's tank. I told The Diva I was going to keep the fish in the kitchen while we waited for their new home. To which she replied, "Are you making fish stew?" What was disturbing about this for me was that she said it so calmly. As if she didn't care if I made her new pets our dinner. Goldie and Maddy are now living happily in their tank in The Diva's room. They are safe from becoming fish stew. The Diva is loving feeding them and watching their fishy actions. All is well in The Diva house.

This girl

This girl steals my heart again, and again, and again.......

He's brainwashing her

Today The Diva was dancing and I said, "Wow, Diva! You've got some great moves!" To which she replied, "I get it from my daddy!" There has to have been some coaching on this one, I swear I've got rhythm!

Sharing

I have always thought I had pretty good manners. My mom was a real stickler, and it paid off. But I've noticed lately that I have this sharing thing all wrong. It seems that according to The Diva, "Please can I share?" means "Please let me have whatever it is you have, even if I have already had my own and that is the last bagel and you are starving.

Dear Asthma Flare-Up

Dearest Asthma,

We've had enough of your shenanigans. If it is attention you are seeking, I really think you get enough of that as it is. Don't you? Come on now, be reasonable. I know for the time being we are stuck with you (although we pray you disappear some day-no offense), but COME ON. Poor Diva has been through enough, and when I hear you rear your head in the form of a wheeze or a cough, I get really upset. We are happy to treat you with the utmost care, but if you would back off just a bit right now, we would appreciate it. Please don't go flare up on anyone else either. Just go take a break or something. Seriously.

Thanks,

Diva's Mama