I Heart Central Park.

In this park is where you will find us almost every Saturday Morning.

(without make-up, weather permitting)

Wicked Witch of the Upper Westside.

Me and My Girl.

Ella had a hard morning. This picture is from a different hard afternoon, but you get the point. She told me, while I held her on the ground in the hallway of her school, that she wanted to spend time with me alone, that we never got to be together just me and her.

She was absolutely right.

So we spent a couple of hours together. Just me and her.

And I enjoyed myself tremendously. I think she did too.

Who would want the imprint of a flower on their rear end anyway?

It was ALL FUN and (free) GAMES...

UNTIL SOMEBODY (almost) LOST A FINGER.

(Who would want the imprint of a flower on their rear end anyway? Is rear end one word or 2?)

Pais stuck her right pinky in one of those holes in the metal chairs at Magnolia Bakery (see picture above). I took a glob of her frosting and tried to lube it up so it would slip out. Not a chance. It was down past her second knuckle. I told a worker about the situation and asked for oil or butter. The owner brought out some liquid hand soap. At that point a guy came up and took over, as I'm sure he saw the panic rising on my face as I watched and heard Paisley crying in pain telling me to not pull it out but to "pull it out with sticks." (all I could think about was, "Oh my gosh, we're going to have to cut her finger off, right here! Tears started welling in my eyes.) Thankfully the man was an ER doctor and calmly talked to her. The finger wasn't budging though. He called for some ice at that point to try to reduce the swelling. "Mommy?! SOB! SOB! SOB! What does swollen mean?" Thankfully her finger hadn't changed much color. I told him that I was okay with him just pulling it out. So that's what he did. And it broke skin on both sides, but she was able to bend it, thankfully. After running it under water and a band-aid and a balloon, and finding Ella again (whom I apparently left at the table to rush Paisley to the sink! Great mom, I know. She was fine with the owner.) We packed up and left....that place is too small for something so dramatic to happen. As we strolled out, we said thank you to Andy, who which I might add was on a date. What a way to impress your potential life partner! I felt horrible that sitting right next to us was the owner's best friend who was visiting. And seriously, I understand that not everything can be recalled if it is potentially dangerous for children, but a free cupcake would have been nice Magnolia.

Then she rested in this lovely position on the way home after her traumatic experience. Poor Paisley! She did however eat growing foods all night and broccoli for breakfast the next morning to make sure it didn't turn blue or get swollen, her new favorite word that was added to her vocabulary.

ps- we went to the local YMCA for a day of free fun!

"Mommy come look!!"

"It's a Paisley shaped EDAMAME!"

We get pretty excited 'bout the little thing around here.

Say What?

I have been feeling very misunderstood the past two weeks, I'm not even sure if I know who I am anymore b/c of some of these comments...

1. Me- "Hi, can I get an iced venti Passion tea, no sweetener and a bran muffin..."

Pregnant Barista- " GIRL, you too young for BRAN!"

2. Ella's Friend's Dad when I picked her up from a play date... "Ella, your NANNY's here!"

3. Scott- "The problem is Ella, that by the time you are in 3rd or 4th grade, mommy won't be able to help you with your homework anymore..." Thanks Babe.

4. Picking my daughter up from school- "Are you the babysitter? If so, you need to sign her out."

5. And my favorite from Scotty...

"If you weren't so cute Jubie...POW! Right in the kisser!"

To others, I look (and act) like a 9 year old.

At least I can say that I get my way sometimes...

It's really just very funny to me.

One last Hoorah...

At Dylans' Candy Bar... or if you're Pais, "Bah"

...and I must say, they have some pretty darn good chocolate covered gummy bears.

Ella's class just read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. She told us all about it, from her perspective, which was quite beautiful to listen to. We showed her the movie last night. A lot of it seemed to be how she had imagined it in her head. It was fun to watch her, watch it!

Mariella Pizza.

See...she has a little Italian blood still in her! And her name.

Next time we really need to get a slice.

Central Park- Turtle Pond

We met friends at Turtle Pond, by the Belvadre castle between Conferences.

Picture Perfect. That's the only way to describe it...

Except we forgot Paisley's shoes, had to go back and get them, then Ella had a "Too Excited about Easter Accident." Then we were late for lunch at The Graham's...but those types of things are to be expected. At least Scott and I didn't have a Holiday Argument the whole day! But then again, I wasn't putting on any of the get togethers either...Thanks Norma and Kaydee!!

Cascarones Part 2

We started a new tradition this year...

She chased him good for that one.

Norma got me.

Ella- "Im gonna go take a walk. SMASH!"

Did she deserve that? YES. SHE. DID.

(Paisley couldn't take it. She bawled both times she got smashed with an egg. Then , with mommy's help, she got sweet revenge.)

The Egg Coloring and Chubby Bunny Contest

Paisley and Ella were all about chubby bunny.

The Hunt 2010

This is how warm it was at 9am in the morn. Lucky Ducks.

Waitin' for the hunt.

Touching people with their "Sparkle You's!"on Easter Morn with bubbles on the street.

The Beautifuls.

The bunny hid all eggs in these planter boxes. And a few other spots...

All a little sleepy eyed still, well me at least.

Check out that gumball in midair that flew out of Paisley's mouth.
After the real eggs, the E.B. had left 3 gold eggs on the playground equipment. They were pretty excited about their dollar. Thankfully Elise got the jackpot. The girls had no idea.

The egg crackin'. Paisley would bring me only the egg yolk, thinking she did an awesome job...we lost a lot of eggs out of her. I ate all her scraps.

Eggs and white sauce tradition