Last night I am in the middle of Cooking dinner. The kitchen is quiet and peaceful as the kids are down stairs watching a movie and Sweet Terror is playing with her Daddy in the office. Suddenly Sweet Terror comes running through the kitchen, grabs a chair and pushes it up against my computer desk, climbs up and reaches on her very tip toes to get the scissors down.
"Whoah, hold on their, little missy, no scissors."
"But, but, (and then she gives me that panicked look that says I am the only thing standing between her and her calling in life) Moooooom."
"No, no scissors."
(She starts doing this little tantrum dance on her little toes) "But, but, daddy, scissors... um, uh.."
"Oh, does daddy need the scissors? (She nods frantically and I turn to yell through the hall way) HEY, HONEY, DID YOU SEND SWEET TERROR OUT HERE TO GET YOU A PAIR OF SCISSORS?"
(Mumbling from the the office) "That little stinker. NO! She was playing with my hair and I told her I needed a hair cut."
So, apparently Sweet Terror is going to be our little beautician. =)
I have been getting a few questions about the pregnancy lately so here is a quick update:
Due Date: June 26th
Sex of baby: Boy
Any names?: Nope, and hubby and I have already almost had a fight over it so we just throw out names now and then but nothing seems right.
How am I feeling?: BIG, big, fat, and very lazy. I really want to be able to bend over, I want to move without wincing, I want to hug my husband without having to lean over my belly, and I desperately want to meet this new little guy.
Cravings?: Pepperoncini peppers
Embarrassing food moment?: Ok, no one has asked about this but it is too funny/sad not to share. I went to get a slice of apple pie, noticed there were only two slices worth left in the pan and just grabbed the whole pan. Saw an almost empty bag of Cheetos sitting close by so I dumped them into the pie pan too, stuck a fork in it all and sat down to eat. Homer Simpson has nothing on me.
Any other questions?