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“Mommy, I can’t see the moon!”

Last night as we were making our way home from my in-laws, Sophie said to me, “Mommy, I can’t see the moon!”  She actually has a habit of looking for the moon (and coyotes) when we’re driving at night, so the statement didn’t come as a surprise to me.  I replied to her, “I know, honey, I don’t see the moon either.”  Then she says, “Where is the moon?”  I told her, “Well, sometimes the moon hides behind the clouds at night and then you can’t see it.”  On this particular night, there happened to be not a cloud in the sky, so obviously I was just making up something to tell her that would make sense to her as to why she couldn’t see the moon.  So of course I told her the first thing that came to my mind that I thought she might actually understand.  Much to my surprise, my 2 1/2 (almost) year old daughter is much more perceptive than I had thought and she responded to my statement with, “But Mommy, I don’t see any clouds in the sky.” 

My husband and I looked at each other and started laughing, somewhat quietly; both of us obviously stunned by the astute observational skills our young toddler had just displayed.  She asked again where the moon was and I managed to cease all questions with the response, “The moon is just hiding right now…it does that sometimes.”  We had just played hide and seek at her grandparent’s house, so I figured that answer would suffice.  I’m just not sure that she would have understood moon phases and how the moon is currently in its last quarter and, therefore, does not actually rise in our night sky until around 1-3 a.m.  Perhaps I should have just gone with that……next time.

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Heidi Montag got BOOBS

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Hmmmmmmmm…….

As a mother, I’m not sure how I would feel if one of my daughters decided they wanted implants.  Granted, Sophie’s only 2 and Addison is only seven months old, but the thought has crossed my mind as to how I might handle this question if it ever arose.  Mostly, cuz I think I would personally go under the knife to enhance the chicas (not make them bigger, but…more upward).  Oh well…I guess those are some bridges I may cross at some point in time–hopefully way far down the road of time!

“Blog Star” By Shannon Carrasco

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So, I was bored and trying to think of something to “blog” about and the Nickelback song “Rock Star” kept coming to my mind.  That’s when I had this great idea to re-write the song from a blogging perspective….sort of, I guess!  Anyway, I’m tired and just needed to stay awake.  Enjoy my song…perhaps I’ll send it to Weird Al Yankovic.  With some tweeking, he may want to record it…lol!  Whatcha think??

I’m tired of working at a job
From nine until five
Don’t wanna turn into a slob
And complain about life
There’s gotta be something
That’ll work out right for me
 
(Tell me what you want)
 
I wanna walk down the street
As I make my way
To the nearest coffee shop
While people shout my name,
“Hey, that’s Shannon! 
I wonder if she’d write about me?”
 
(yeah, so what you need)
 
I need a, a hosting site; no limit of megabytes
A pen and some paper for the notes I may write
Gotta get my story straight
Although that’s not my main goal, you see. 
 
(so tell us what it is then)
 
I’ll need a clever domain with a brand new name
Something that’s catchy, but not too lame
Wanna draw the readers in
But not because they think I’m crazy.
 
(So how you gonna do it)
 
I’m gonna quit this job and pursue my dream
I’ll even wear a bikini made out of whipped cream…
 
Cause we all just wanna be big blog stars
and, someday, live in a house and not the back of our car
Where the words come easy and the sites are free
Perhaps, one day, we’ll get a show on TV
And we’ll, hang out at the local cafe
where the Wi-Fi’s free and the manager’s gay
He greets me with a smile at the dawn of day
and fills my cup with a skinny latte…
and well…
Hey hey I wanna be a rock star
Hey hey I wanna be a rock star
 
I’m gonna be great like Oprah, without the weight fluctuation
Hire ten good-looking boys to take dictation
But first I gotta find out
What the word “dictation” means ??
 
(Something to do with writing…right?)
 
My thoughts will be #1
in every search engine spot
I’ll hire someone to do it with all the money I’ve got.
Never will there be another
who can compete with me.
 
(So how you gonna do it?)
 
I’m gonna quit this job and pursue my dream
I’ll even wear a bikini made out of whipped cream…
 
Cause we all just wanna be big blog stars
and, someday, live in a house and not the back of our car
Where the words come easy and the sites are free
Perhaps, one day, we’ll get a show on TV
And we’ll, hang out at the local cafe
where the Wi-Fi’s free and the manager’s gay
He greets me with a smile at the dawn of day
and fills my cup with a skinny latte…
And we’ll spread rumors ’bout the daily news
and talk lots of trash
about today’s who’s who
We’ll tell you anything
That you wanna hear
For a nickel a word
or a case of beer
and well…
Hey hey, I wanna be a blog star.
Hey Hey, I wanna be a blog star.
 
I’m gonna write any thoughts
That come to mind
Don’t care about the critics
They’re a waste of my time
Researching night and day for fresh ideals
Plagiarism’s not a problem when you re-invent the wheel.
 
Cause we all just wanna be big blog stars
and, someday, live in a house and not the back of our car
Where the words come easy and the sites are free
Perhaps, one day, we’ll get a show on TV
And we’ll, hang out at the local cafe
where the Wi-Fi’s free and the manager’s gay
He greets me with a smile at the dawn of day
and fills my cup with a skinny latte…
And we’ll spread rumors ’bout the daily news
and talk lots of trash
about today’s who’s who
We’ll tell you anything
That you wanna hear
For a nickel a word
or a case of beer
and well…
Hey hey, I wanna be a blog star.
Hey Hey, I wanna be a blog star

“You’re driving me nuts!”

Had to share this!  So last night, we had to make a trip to Target, my home away from home, to pick up formula, milk, a birthday gift for a girl at daycare, and so on.  I had Sophie in the cart and she insisted that I take her out to let her walk around.  So I did.  We were in the baby food aisle and she said to me, “Mommy, we have to get baby’s food.”  I said, “I know, honey, I’m trying to figure out what kind to get her.”  Again, she repeated, “Mommy, we have to get baby’s food.”  Again, I said back to her, “I know, honey, I just have to figure out what kind to get.”  She didn’t say anything for a few minutes, by which time I had already selected the baby foods that I wanted and had moved on to trying to find the wipes I usually buy.  Sophie said again, “Mommy, we have to get baby’s food.”  I said, “I got it already, Sophie.”  And then, quite unexpectedly, she said to me, “You’re driving me nuts!”  ROFL!!  Oh my goodness…I driver HER nuts???  Wait, really??  An male employee happened to be standing there and another guest was walking around at the same time and they both heard her and were laughing and looking at me as if to say, “Did she really just say that?”  I said to the employee, “Surely she can’t be talking to me!” 

As if that wasn’t enough, as we made our way through the small grocery section of the store in a search for iced tea, Sophie decided to browse down each aisle in her own search for the iced tea.  We came to the soda aisle and I decided to grab a 12 pack of Coca~Cola for the husband and myself.  Sophie was behind me at this point and was all excited when she said, “Ohhh, here’s the tea!”  I looked back and she was trying desperately to take a gigantic glass bottle of wine off of the shelf.  I said, “No Sophie, that’s not tea, that’s wine.”  She said, “Oh, that’s wine?  Is it for your whining?”  Again…ROFL!!!  Ummm…well, sorta!  Takes the edge off 😉

That’s all for now….enjoy hump day!
Shannon

“I Told Miss Jeanne, ‘No!'”

Even though my husband and I are no longer full time employees anywhere, we still take our daughters to their daycare for the social interaction a few days a week.  Last night, Miss Jeanne, their daycare provider, informed me that she had to scold my two year old a little bit.  She told me that she said to Sophie, “Can you come over here so Miss Jeanne can change you?”  My daughter, in a moment of toddler stubborness, crossed her arms over her chest and said, “No.”  Jeanne, refraining from laughter, asked her again, “Sophie, I need you to please come over here so that I can change you.”  Again, Sophie looked at her, arms crossed, and said, “No.”  At this point, it no longer becomes a choice that my daughter gets to make, whether to get changed or not, whether to listen to her caregiver or not, so Jeanne had to go to her and inform her that she does not get to tell Mommy, Daddy, or herself “no” when they instruct her to do something.  So what did I do as she was telling me all of this?  I laughed.  I respect Jeanne and I know she handled the situation appropriately, but even she said that she has to stifle her laughter when my daughter shows resistance to certain things.  As parents, we’ve all done it.  We try to scold our child and, just as you’re about to firmly lay down the law, they give you a “look” and you crack up.  It’s hard not to.  I chased Sophie around Target once and got down to her level and said, “Sophie, you do NOT….” and that was as far as I got before I started laughing!  It was the first time she actually did something that I felt warranted a stern talking to, but I was ill-prepared I guess.  I’m not one to sit in my home and drum up ways to be firm with with my children.  Maybe I should.  I don’t know.  Do any parents out there really have time to do this??  I tend to act on something the experts like to call “Motherly Instincts.”

Am I perfect parent?  Heck no.  I’m the perfect parent for my girls, though.  Is Sophie a perfect child?  Heck yes!  lol…ok, to me she is perfect.  She pushes my buttons, tests my limits, throws tantrums, wants candy for dinner, takes toys away from her little sister, etc.  But she’s TWO!  As her parent, it is my responsibility to teach her that it is not OK to run away from mommy when I call her, and it’s not OK to lay on the floor of Target in the checkout line and throw a screaming fit because she can’t have the Snow White princess toy staring her in the face (seriously, why do they put those things…and candy!…at the checkout?  It’s hard for ME, a 28 year old woman, to resist the Snickers bar staring ME right in the face…can’t imagine the battle that must rage on in my two year old).  Everyone has different parenting styles and different disciplinary styles… you just have to find the one that works for you and your child(ren).  Time outs, spankings, Supernanny-style, whatever you prefer…just make certain that it’s what’s best for your child and that he/ she responds in a positive way.  By positive I don’t mean that, should you choose the time-out method of discipline, your child is jumping up and down with excitement saying, “Yay me!  Woo hoo…I get to go to time out now!”  With Sophie, she responds mostly to firm, adult-like communication.  “Sophie, you cannot take that toy away from your sister, you need to give it back to her because she was playing with it first.”  The response I usually get for something like this is, “Ok, mommy,” and she follows through on the request.  Spanking…doesn’t work for us.  Time outs…don’t work for us.  And I’ve tried them both.  Another favorite of mine, especially for tantrums, is the distraction method.  When she throws a fit in the car or elsewhere, we’ll usually say something like, “Sophie!  Look at the kitty cat!”  We’ll say it really upbeat and she will stop crying instantly and then she’ll see the fictitious cat as well.  After that, it’s just a matter of redirecting her attention.  “I see the kitty cat, Mommy.”  “What does a kitty cat say, Sophie,” I will ask her.  “Ummm, meeeooooowww,” she’ll reply.  It works for us.  Really does.

Those are just some examples.  Again, I say just go with your instincts.  You know your child the best.  Find something that works and roll with it; but, be forewarned that what works can also change at any given time.  I know…nothing is set in stone when it comes to kids 🙂  Thus the excitement of being a parent.  Before I go, I will leave you all with another little tidbit:  The Outback Steakhouse has this extremely yummy cocktail called the Strawberry Passion Martini…yes, it’s a martini.  It’s nice and fruity with just the right amount of liquor mixed in so you get a buzz, but you don’t instantly gag on the overpowering taste of alcohol.  Even my husband liked it…but I refused to let him order one because, well, it’s pink!  Ha…stick with the mojitos dear.

Shannon………out

The Beginning

“The Beginning” post of my blogging endeavor is just that….the beginning…the start of my “life” as a blogger. I’ve always had this notion that someone, somewhere, should come into our lives and document the life of our two year old daughter, Sophie. Kind of like “Jon & Kate Plus 8” minus the multiple multiples and slacker husband, although my husband could be cast into that category of husbands, but I’m not here to complain about him. Since that’s not going to happen and I would prefer to not have to deal with the issues that would arise out of having a nationally televised show, I’ll just share with a few, if any, people what it is that makes our little Sophie so….Sophie. I should also state that we have another little girl, Addison, who is equally as adorable, but she’s six months old and, while she does super cute things on a daily basis, is pretty much the same as your normal six month old…perhaps a little chubbier :o)

Sophie, an active toddler at two years old, is in a class all her own. She’s beautiful, vibrant, spunky, intelligent, polite, humorous, compassionate, stubborn, inquisitive, and the list goes on. I know that parents tend to over-gush when it comes to their children, but can you blame us? And really, to meet my daughter is to instantly love her. She can sing her ABC’s, count to 20 in English and 10 in Spanish (her father is Mexican), sing pretty much any nursery rhyme you throw her way (as well as multiple Nick Jr. theme songs), etc. She’ll approach people and ask, “What’s your name?” They’ll respond and ask, “What’s yours?” To which she replies, “I’m Sophie Carrasco.” If she hears someone crying while we’re out in public she’ll say, “She’s/he’s crying! Awww, what happened, Mommy?” She’s always trying to comfort her little sister when she cries, “It’s OK, baby Addison. It’s alright.” My husband and I got into an argument the other day and she proceeded to scold us from the backseat of our minivan! “Hey guys! Stop that! You have to use your quiet voice or no talking. Got it?” Yes ma’am!

There’re so many facets to this little person who never ceases to surprise or amaze me on a daily basis. Now, I want to keep this initial post fairly short and once you get to know me you may start to recognize that I tend to ramble. So for now, I’ll leave you with a little tidbit of helpful information that I just realized myself over the past weekend: some of the pants/ jeans that are made for toddlers have built in elasticity! I have several pairs of jeans for my daughter that are always hangin’ off her booty showing her Pampers Cruisers as though they’re Joe Boxers and she’s a “homegirl.” I’ve tried to find belts that will fit her tiny little waiste to no avail. Over the weekend, however, I was folding some laundry and noticed a little button on the inside of a pair of her jeans and realized that there was a strip of elastic sewn into the pants with belt-like notches in it, so you could pull the elastic strip and hold it tightly in place with the button creating an elastic waisteband! I got so excited I quickly checked her other pairs of jeans and they ALL have it!! All jeans were purchased at places like Target, JC Penney, and Old Navy. I’m sure it’s the brand of the jean and not necessarily the company purchased from, but anyway….Genius! I’m probably late to figuring this out, but hey, I was excited!

Thanks for reading. I look forward to sharing more with you about my learning experiences as a parent as well as the many faces of Sophie.

Take care!