Check out this video of Rory dancing to her Daddy’s favorite song…”Locked Out of Heaven”. Are there any other men out there who are as obsessed with Bruno Mars as my husband is?
Check out this video of Rory dancing to her Daddy’s favorite song…”Locked Out of Heaven”. Are there any other men out there who are as obsessed with Bruno Mars as my husband is?
Last night as our little family was just relaxing at the end of the workday, the doorbell rang. I knew it was a shipment from Target, since I had tracked it online earlier in the day. I jumped up to unlock the front door and grab the box the UPS man had left on the porch.
Now, Rory loves answering the door with me, so obviously she jumped at the sound of the doorbell and came running to the door behind me. As soon as I open the door, she starts jumping up and down and yelling, “PIZZA, PIZZA…PIZZA!”
I think I’ve created a monster. My toddler thinks a doorbell after dark = pizza. I’m not sure if I should be impressed by her cognitive skills or embarassed since this must mean I order a lot of too much pizza.
And then when it was actually time to eat our dinner (which was not pizza), she kept asking, “pizza??” Sorry sweetie, not pizza tonight. I didn’t even know she liked pizza that much.
On Saturday night, we went out to dinner in New Orleans at Toups Meatery (fabulous) and brought Rory out to Celebration in the Oaks in City Park. Her absolute favorite exhibit was the musical light display that flashes along to the beat of whatever song is playing. I had to ::literally:: drag her away, kicking and screaming, once the Cupid Shuffle came on.
I just don’t tolerate the Cupid Shuffle.
12.03.12 @ 08:30 | 1 note | Permalink |
Sorry for my recent absence around these parts. Life has been way too busy, and I am just struggling to keep up. To add to it, we found out yesterday that Rory has pneumonia. Her school called yesterday morning to say she was running a fever of 102.7. I immediately picked her up and went straight to the pediatrician where we endured an injection, a breathing treatment, and being hooked up to one of those finger contraptions that determine how much oxygen is getting to the lungs. In Rory’s case, she’s only getting about 90%. Now we rest, drink pedialyte, and pray that when we go back on Monday she will be doing better and we can avoid the hospital. Send prayers please!
Today is picture day at Rory’s preschool. In true perfectionist fashion, I made her practice saying “cheese” for the camera before we left home this morning. These are the 2 best photos I got. We need to master the art of smiling plus keeping the eyes open at the same time.
I hope the professionals can do better!
Baby’s first hurricane…mesmerized! (Taken with Instagram)
Today is Rory’s first day at preschool! She was so excited, and totally ditched us at the classroom door without so much as a wave to say “bye”.

Less than 3 hours in, I get a phone call from the front office saying, “Rory has been having a wonderful time. She did great in her morning lessons, and was really excited to go out for playtime. She was running a little too fast and smacked her forehead on the concrete. She’s got a big knot and a scrape, but she won’t let us put ice on it because she wants to continue playing.”
Yep, that’s my kid. They asked if I wanted to come by and check on her, and I said no. Is that bad? They said they would monitor her closely to make sure she’s fine (aka: no concussion). I just don’t want to interrupt her first day and make her think it’s time to come home, and then have her get upset when I leave without her.
On a serious note, how cute is she???!!