I was doing pretty good about mornings for awhile there. I was getting up WAY before everyone and enjoying my me time. Coffee, devotion, blogging, and life was good. Then the girls started waking up that early too. Then it was time change...fast forward to now and you get the drift.

I have had a wake up call though. Actually I've had two. They went something like this.

Morning A
Little: HI mommy. Morning mommy I wake up! Mommy I wake up.
Then just as I was feeling oh so proud of Little's verbiage... I hear a dreaded wisssssss sound and my pillow is drenched.

yea, that was NOT a good day. talk about waking up on the wrong WET side of the bed.

Morning B
Little: Hi mommy. Morning mommy I wake up! Mommy I wake up! I hunrey mama.
Me: Hi baby, OK just a second kay... (yes, yes, I know but cut me some slack I'm exhausted)
Little:OK mama I be rye back...
her feet patter off down the hall. I stretch, but cling to my nice warm blanket as though my life depend on it.
Little reappears now dressed...if you know her you know this is shocking.
Little: I hunrey mama, mama help me
(once again I know)
Me: OK honey just a second....again she runs off. This time I am actually preparing to roll out of bed when she runs back down the hall. Her hands are full.
Little: here go mama breakfass! I hunrey... as she passes me a bowl, a can opener, and a can of Mandarin oranges (which she adores). All of those things were in their respective places. My 2 year old gathered them and brought them to me IN BED.

Yea, a wake up call. Besides crackin' me up this taught me 3 things.

1. I can always count on Little to keep it interesting
2. My Little girl is getting mighty BIG (did I mention that she didn't even leave a mess in her wake?)
3. No more sleeping in on the job. If she's an early bird I guess I should be too because clearly 7 am isn't early enough in her book.

Always put your best foot forward...


Oh yes, she is a quirky one.

...or a post only fully appreciated by Filipinos.

It has dawned on me recently that although I am clearly white- My mannerisms , cultural values, and cooking style have evolved to be very heavily Filipino. I cook a lot of Filipino dishes, so much so that even my Filipino friends say I cook traditional food more then they do. HA! That is so funny to me...Don't get me wrong, I love to cook globally, and I l-o-v-e my down home American style dinners but for the purpose of this story I'm going to talk about a conversation Daddy had with Big over dinner a couple of weeks ago.

That night I made Tinola for the first time. Everyone was seated and enjoying dinner (yea me!) when Daddy got up to get more fish sauce. Once getting back to the table he had this conversation with Big:


Big(pointing to Daddies finger dish of Patis): Daddy whats that?
(see he is a white boy too!)
Daddy: It's Patis.
Big: what's Patis?
Daddy: Fish sauce wanna try some?
(Big then tries it and decides he likes it. He also looks like he's a bit troubled and deep in thought)
Big: Is Patis fish pee?
Daddy: NO! Why would you think that?
Big:Oh Patis...It sounds a lot like piss.
(Relieved he then asks for more Patis)

hahahahahahahaha....

....yes I said clue, not zoo. I will have to post about that tomorrow I guess.

So anyone who has ever known a 2yr old will be able to appreciate this Little moment we had today.

I was washing the dishes and musing how as a mommy I should come to appreciate my chores as part of my personal time when Miss. Little comes barreling down the hallway at top speed full of enthusiasm. She is talking (or yelling) about something in toddlernese that I can't quite make out. Well this kind of excitement require further investigation, so I turn around and see her clinging to a build-a-bear bat like it is manna from heaven, and gabbing excitedly. Still lost she hands it to me and I see this.



Now, I get it " A Clue?" I say. Her bounce of joy and smile says it all. I got it right. Little found herself a Blues Clue. In the life of a almost two year old there isn't much sweeter then your very own clue. She clung to it all day, every now and then inspecting it to make sure the paw print was still there- then mubbling "Little's luslu(blues) clue" and smiling.