Tantrum Central

The title says it all. Here are some blurry pics of a few minutes in the life of Sadie these days. Today she sank down to the floor and had a mini tantrum about 10 times.
Why? Well...

1. At her friend's house today the cat didn't want to let her annoy him.
2. The cat went outside and we didn't follow.
3. No more playing with Playdoh. Which of course didn't beckon to her until we were leaving.
4. Wanted Boo-boos.
5. I have no idea.
6. maybe something about blackberries.
7. Wanted to see non-existent airplane.
8. Still not sure, Will wasn't sure either.
9. Who knows?
10. Wanted pretzels. Got pretzels. No longer wanted pretzels. Sinks to floor.

I can feel a new molar popping through, so I think that's the real reason for the upsets.
But can you see that blurry smile?

Laddie Treat

Well, it seems to be the week of animal posts. I just find so much entertainment in watching Sadie be entertained by our animals.

She loves to give Laddie treats and will go to the pantry and pull out the bag and say Laddie treat! Laddie treat! Give!
Then she must have two treats (one for each hand) to give to him. She usually drops them on the floor in front of him but yesterday she gave him some by hand and boy, was it fun!


Oh, excuse the nakey baby. She has developed a new passion for being Nakey Baby and dancing around to her piano. She says Piano? Nakey Baby? Shirt? Shirt off? Shirt off! Nakey!

How can you say no? I have a feeling we're going to have the heat on high a lot this winter.

Anyway, Laddie takes a treat:


So much fun!:

Ruby

As most of you know Prudence is the name of one of our cats, and we call her Rudy, or P.R. Rudy. Well, Sadie has fallen in love with "Ruby," as she calls her.
She yells "Ruby, Ruby cat!" with glee when she spots her, she chases her around, she sits near (on) her, she kisses her, she hugs her, she pokes her lovingly with objects.

And anyone who knows Ruby knows that she has a threshold of the amount of love she can take at any given moment. And it ain't particularly high.

But Ruby shows amazing restraint with Sadie.
Just watch:

Hey Ruby. We're on the floor. This is fun. Hi Ruby!


Where are you going? Oh, the office? I'll come too!


Look, I can lie here too! What?


Prudence has run away. Where's Ruby?


Oh, hey Ruby. If I stretch out my foot I can just about reach you...


What? (After I tell her for the 7,000th time to please stop annoying Ruby) We're playing!


She will not leave this cat alone.
And I know that it stresses Ruby out, but in Sadie's defense Ruby is just stubborn enough that she refuses to move, as Mr. Bird does. So I think Sadie truly believes she wants to play with her, after all, she doesn't run away from me!

And when Sadie is just hanging and minding her own business guess what testy, cranky old cat comes over and winds around her ankles? That's right- Ruby cat!
Sheesh, talk about a mixed message!

Garbage Night

Or do toddlers go in recycling?

This is why we haven't been posting as much

Busy, busy, busy.
Due to various folks hounding me I have posted some furniture pics:

My Favorite Subject

So today I was going to write a post about how much fun we had picking berries, complete with photos of Sadie and her berry basket. However, it seems that every single berry u-pick place for 30 miles is closed on Sunday. So that ain't gonna happen.

Instead, here are photos of Sadie's reaction when she sees me snapping 7 million photos of her. I can't stop, it's such an addiction. I mean, when I used to take photography I liked taking pictures. I would take pictures of all kinds of stuff but sometimes it was boring, or they were dumb, or it felt like all the shots were cliche, etc.

But now, now I have a subject that I never get tired of looking at. And thankfully the four of you who read my blog are the four people on Earth who also never get tired of looking at her.
It works out perfectly.

Oh, hi Mommy. I see you have the camera.

Here's big smile for you:

Oh, wait, I can make it bigger:

Hmmm, maybe if I smile even crazier you'll stop this madness:

*Peeking at me* Really? You're still snapping shots?:


Fine. This is what you're gonna get, though:

C'mon lady. Enough already:

Fine. I've resigned myself to my fate. But how about we go pick some of those green Tomaynoes? Tomaynoes? Pick? Pick tomaynoes? Pick? Pick? Maynoes? Pick?:


But I'll never stop. Nevaaaaaaaaah!!! *cackles*

Poor babies

I'm writing this post quickly at 10 pm as I have a sick husband and daughter. Husband is moaning on the couch and daughter is asleep next to him. Poor monkeys.

Those of you who know Sadie's propensity to throw up at the drop of a hat will understand that after last night's potato with broccoli and cheese fiasco I wasn't taking any chances. Let's just say we put my and Sadie's clothes on the deck last night so they would dry and we could shake the chunks off this morning. Yep.

She coughs from post nasal drip while lying down which leads to gagging and vomiting. So when she started coughing tonight I went and grabbed her and now she is stretched out on her side on the couch, fast asleep.
It's just like the old days of 3 months ago. Ha.

Anyway, the other day we were just wandering around the yard taking pictures. Here are a few of them.

Look at those curls:


She's telling me one of her crazy stories made up of real words and Sadie words:


Power to the people, man:


We have been blowing all our dandelion seeds. We must do our part to keep the dandelions going. I mean, after all, when was the last time you saw a dandelion?


Ah, the blackberries. The bush out in front is ripening. Every day we go out and pick some of the juiciest, sweetest berries ever.
Sadie will start asking Bow-way? Bow-way? And we must go get some. Immediately.
She doesn't even mind if they're not that ripe. She used to just pull them off and pop them in as long as they were somewhat black. But I think now that I've shown her how delicious a truly ripe blackberry is she has been waiting for me to get them for her.


Okay, I'm off to the couch to take care of my babies.

The Lame, I mean Lane, County Fair

When Grandma and PawPaw were just in visiting we all went to the Lane County Fair. PawPaw and I are big fans of pretty much any county fair on earth, no matter how small or lame it is. This one is pretty small but still fun, but like I said I like them all. You'll have to ask someone else.

I have dragged Will to it every year since we moved here. The first year I was pregnant, the second Sadie was 7 months old, this year she was old enough to have a good time and do some stuff. She is still not tall enough for most rides, but we got on a few rides.

First she went on a pony ride. That was big fun. She loved it. Her pony's name was Sprinkles- which I found endlessly amusing for some reason.
Look at her smile.


This is so much fun!


What? The ride is over?
She was not very happy when we took her away from Sprinkles, I'll tell you that much. But she got over it quickly.


The carousel was another story. Sadie did not love the carousel. At first she was cool with it.
Oh, look Dada!


Then she was half trying to get off her horse while the carousel went around. I'll tell you something- that sucker was fast! I've never seen a carousel move so quickly.


Then on another turn when she saw me she yelled Mommy! and held her arm out.

And then it was over and Sadie was quite happy to see that ride end.


Then she went on her own toddler log flume. We couldn't go in the boats but we could walk around right next Sadie while she rode.



Sadie thought this ride was swell, too.


You can always tell when a toddler thinks a ride is swell.
They look something like this when it's over (yes, again):



Once again she rebounded quickly and we were off to lunch. Where we shared a zucchini corn dog. Yes, you read that right.
Mmmmmm......