The Random of Steph

Out cold in her rocker! Her head would drift, hit the table and she'd pull it back up.... Fast asleep. I got some pics and moved her to bed. I want a good nap!!!

And it's not Sage this time!

Actual words uttered by Sage.

She's given up on us. We're SO boring. That and she hasn't worn clothes since this morn. Just a diaper. She apparently thinks that's just fine today. And I'm going to say a small child running around in a diaper seems a lot more decent that a toddler running around in just undies. I guess we'll have to continue the MM bribery! PS - the kid's hair is getting crazy long!

All Sage can say as we try to head out the door is, "it's party time!". Over and over and over.... I think she just wants a cupcake.

Priceless!

One of her fav things.

The lullaby music is dueling, playing in both the girl's bedroom and my bedroom. Yet where is the small child? Right behind me. Waiting for Daddy to arrive and put her to bed. We call her a hoot. But lately she's been a big hoot. Talking like crazy. She told me today she wanted to drive to "Hi-ho". (Idaho). She also specifically requested onion rings. But best of all was the conversation we had on the drive home from lunch with Daddy. Do you want to go to college at Boise State or University of Oregon? University of Oregon. Do you want to go to college at University of Oregon or Oregon State? Oregon State. Did you know the mascot of Oregon State is a beaver. Do you want to be a beaver? - Stunned silence - Boise State! Oh, so you want to go to school at Boise State? Yes. Are you going to live with Grandma and Papa? Yes. And Ava and Jackson. (her cousins) You're going to live with Ava and Jackson? Ava and Jackson. Do you want to live in the dorm...

"and now I'm done with work. I home."

I just looked at my blog. I haven't posted since March. March! I knew it had been a while, but that's almost six months. Good grief. At this point I am thinking I should just give up. However.... it seems that there are some new improvements that make it possible to blog from my phone. Could it be?!? I might actually get something posted that way. Hold on dear readers.... this blog may be redeemed just yet. :)

I got a some friendly grief this morning about my post. Apparently by the time a child is two they should be able to chant "Go BSU!" and "Go Broncos!" ....and I've been focusing on the ABC's. I thought Cowgirl in the City might like some proof that not all is lost. At the time I received her comment, I turned around and using my trusty phone camera snapped some shots of Sage trying to say "Go Broncos". While you cannot see the wording on her sweatshirt due to the car seat, I would like to assure everyone that her sweats are not just blue and orange, but "official" Boise State gear. Not that any of this matters. After all Sage is just going to "Party" when she grows up. :)

We were driving to a toddler friends birthday party (the big two!) with Sage on Saturday when we made our way through Forest Grove. Forest Grove is to the west of us here in Hillsboro and is the home of Pacific University. As we drove by the campus with it's old buildings and dorms we decided to ask Sage a question. "Sage, are you going to go to college when you grow up?" "No!" "What are you going to do when you grow up?" "Party!" Well, there you have it. Sage is going to party when she grows up. I'd be more scared except we were on our way to a birthday party and Sage had but one thing on her mind: CAKE.

We went on a lovely sunny (but not too cold) walk today. And aside from coming home with a mud butt, Sage was ready for a snack when we got home. She stood in front of the fridge saying simply, "snack". While trying to get her to use words (why o why do we try so hard to get kids in their 2's to use words.... it's like herding cats), all she would say is "snack". So I opened the fridge door and said, "What do you want?" And she pointed (correctly) and said CLEAR AS DAY, "eggs!" "Eggs?" "Eggs!!!" "Scrambled?" "YA!" And four minutes later she has devoured TWO scrambled eggs. At four in the afternoon. Never mind that there are cookies sitting LITERALLY on top of the stove. Cookies I had to move to scramble the eggs. No, she wants eggs. Can they get any stranger???

Sage just wandered into the kitchen from the living room, carrying the laptop. The thing isn't exactly light. I took it from her and she said, "thank you". Crazy kid! Which leads me to my next post...