Project Life 365 – Day 57 – Blue

In spite of all the maddening moments–the tantrums, the stubbornness, the intentional pushing of the parental buttons–I have to admit, 3 is a pretty fun age. Steven and I have a front row seat to witness our daughter’s personality really beginning to emerge. And, I gotta say, the only thing better than my baby girl’s beautiful blue eyes are the expressions that go along with them.

I’m telling you folks, if this kid doesn’t grow up to be a star on the stage or screen, I will eat my camera strap. Believe me, I’m not about to push Cadence down any path or into any extracurricular activity or career that she has no interest in, but I have seen very few children who love to perform (and practice it as much) as Cadence does. No joke. She can spend several hours a day acting out scenes from her favorite movies and cartoons in front of the mirror or window (or any shiny surface where she can see her reflection), changing her position and expression a little each time until she gets it just right.

Remember the scene in Cinderella where the stepmother announces that the girl who fits the glass slipper will the Prince’s bride, and Cinderella gasps, “The Prince!?” and drops the tray full of dishes? Yeah, Cadence practiced that one over two months until she mastered it, dropping pieces of her toy dinnerware all over the house and scaring the shit out of Steven, Electra, and I the first few dozen times we heard things crashing onto the wood floors.

Movie scenes, lines from her favorite cartoons, commercial jingles, TV theme songs, choreographed dance moves–you name it, Cadence will have it down, memorized, and ready to perform. Who needs cable when you’ve got Cadence in the house?

And for anyone who knows my movie-line-quoting husband, you can imagine how excited he is to have someone besides his wife who thinks it’s awesome to repeat favorite lines and scenes over and over and over again. He’s already plotting to ask Cadence if she wants to do the “Who’s on First” bit for her first school talent show. And knowing this kid, I have every reason to believe that she will freakin’ ROCK it!


Elf on the Shelf – Day 1

Last night, just as the sun was setting, the doorbell rang. Steven had just gotten home from work, and Cadence had followed him upstairs to horse around and jump on the bed while he changed out of his work clothes. When I opened the door, there was no one to be seen. There was just a package, with a handwritten note, for Cadence. I called up and told her she better hurry down to see what it was…

Cadence recognized her name immediately, and when we told her the package was from Santa, she cried, “Santa! He’s here! At Cadence’s house?” and tore into the box.

She wasn’t quite sure what to think about the little elf she found inside. Thinking that perhaps Santa was lying in wait, laden with more presents, she hurried to the window to look outside.

“Santa? He’s here? Where’s Santa?”

Steven and I laughed, and then explained that Santa had just sent the package, but that he wouldn’t be arriving until Christmas, which was still several weeks away. It took a good amount of persuading to convince Cadence that Santa wasn’t hiding in the bushes, and that he wanted her to read the book he sent her. We settled in on the floor for the story…

For those of you who haven’t already heard, Santa sometimes needs a little help keeping an eye on all the little boys and girls in the world. So, he likes to send one of his elves to help out. Cadence’s Nonna Dawn and Poppa Mark told Santa where to send his little helper, and Cadence’s own personal elf arrived just in time to make sure she does her best to be good in these final few weeks before Christmas.

And for those of you who have witnessed any of Cadence’s Terrible Two-style temper tantrums lately, you know that Santa sent this elf just in time to save Cadence from a stocking full of coal. Don’t believe our adorable little Batgirl has a naughty bone in her body? You better go back and read about Dinner War 2012.

Now, adopting one of Santa’s elves into the family is serious business. You have to give your elf a name and make sure you register him/her with Mr. and Mrs. Claus. By day, your elf keeps an eye on you and takes careful notes. Then, as soon as you fall asleep, he/she flies off to the North Pole to report to the Big Boss himself. Santa files away all of the reports, and uses them to decide whether your name appears on the Naughty List or the Nice List come Christmas.

As we read all of this to Cadence, she considered it carefully, all the time keeping a wary eye on the little female elf she’d pulled from Santa’s box. After much deliberation, she decided to name her elf Cosette, and we gave her a seat of honor in the window as we settled in for dinner.

A few hours later, Cadence told Cosette good night, and then headed to bed, knowing that Santa was going to get a very good report.

Funny thing about elves, they’re a mischievous lot, which we found out when we woke this morning. When I brought Cadence downstairs to have a little breakfast before heading to school, this is what we found…

Seems Cosette had a little fun playing with Cadence’s blocks after she returned from the North Pole. Cadence got a big kick out of Cosette’s tower-building skills, and headed off to school with a smile on her face. I reminded her to be good, so she could tell Cosette all about it when she got home.

And she did.

I couldn’t help but smile when I heard Cadence telling Cosette all about her day at school…

“I go to school with Ms. Becky. Played with Carter and Jacob and Levi. I went pee pee on the potty and played hot potato and ate a cookie snack. And no timeouts.”

I peeked around the corner and managed to get a couple photos of Cadence reporting to Cosette before it was time for lunch and a nap.

So, even though the day has not quite ended, I have a feeling that Cosette will be flying to the North Pole with another good report on Cadence for Santa Claus. Too bad our little elf can’t hang around all year long! But I guess we’ll just enjoy it while it lasts. 🙂

You Know What Really Grinds My Gears?

Crap like this…

Boy In Wheelchair Searched By TSA

Now, let me say this first. I don’t think the father who posted this really needed to add the little pop up boxes of text. A video like this speaks for itself, and it’s freakin’ ridiculous.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for safety, and I have no problem walking through metal detectors and allowing my bags to be searched before boarding an airplane. But is it just me or has the TSA gotten a little out of control?

I mean, come on people!

I understand not allowing travelers to pack firearms or knives in their carry-on luggage. And confiscating lighters and flammable liquids at the security checkpoint? Yeah, I get that too. But really? My half-used tube of Aquafresh? And a pair of tiny baby fingernail clippers? You’ve gotta take those too? I’m not sure I understand what sort of security threat I pose with those in my posession. I’m a mom, not MacGyver.

And the little boy in the video? I’m not exactly sure what the agent was looking for. I mean, a 3-year-old in shorts and a t-shirt seems relatively harmless to me. Okay, so maybe the cast on his leg might warrant a bit of a closer look if you’re feeling particularly over-zealous that day, but a full body pat down and two separate swabs of the child and the wheelchair he’s sitting in? That, my friends, is asinine.

I gotta give credit to the boy’s parents. They managed to keep their cool and let the TSA agent finish his inspection. I’m not sure if I would have been quite so patient. The minute my 3-year-old started getting a full-body pat down by a stranger (even a stranger in a uniform), I probably would have been demanding to see that person’s badge, license, supervisor, full criminal and credit history dating back to his/her elementary school years, and the names of at least three references. Because really, how am I supposed to know this guy isn’t some pervert who managed to get hired on as airport security and spends his day getting his jollies by touching little kids and helpless old ladies? Nope. Not happening folks.

If you ask me, the only way we’re going to make our skies friendly and our airports safe again is to start from the ground up. Stricter guidelines and requirements for hiring, as well as extensive background checks, training, and better salaries for employees. Then maybe, just maybe, a little boy with a broken leg won’t have to all but strip searched just trying to get to Disneyland.

365 Project – Day 217 – Happy Birthday Odin!

Today was my nephew Odin’s birthday, so we spent the day celebrating in style. After having a late lunch at Lazlo’s in the Haymarket, we took a walk over to the Dairy Store for a little ice cream. Yum!

Then, we took a leisurely stroll back to the house…

There were lots of laughs, and some silly faces along the way, courtesy of big brother Thorin…

Back at the house, Odin and Cadence locked themselves in Electra’s kennel, and just laughed at all of us when we asked them if they wanted to get out…

Then, we headed outside for a bit to run off some of the ice cream energy and play chase…

Odin showed off his best monster roar…

We opened a few gifts and played some more, and then it was time to say good night. All in all, it was a pretty good day.

Today’s 365 Project is dedicated to the handsome birthday boy, and a nice day spent with the family. Happy 3rd Birthday Odin!!!

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