An alien has taken over my child

She might look adorable...but she's actually a moody teenager trapped in a two year old's body. This means she's constantly on the phone (albeit a plastic toy phone), she doesn't want to get dressed, and she doesn't want her hair combed...ever. The only thing missing is some emo music and a constant nagging for my car keys.

Hullabaloo 2010

Hullabaloo is, to put it succinctly, the GREATEST KIDS CRAFT FAIR EVER! All is can say is that I am exhausted and I have no idea where three hours of my life went...other than walking around and looking at all kinds of fantastic homemade crafts.
In a word, Saba "scored"!
AND, she really scored when I got a call later this afternoon telling me that I had won the "little girl" raffle.Hello plethora of pretty hair clips!

Sleeping in the lap of luxury

I hear the question a lot..."so, where does Saba sleep now that she's two? Has she graduated to a toddler bed?" The answer to that question is that she sleeps exactly where she slept from the day she was born. She sleeps with us. I often tell people that instead of getting a kid size crib when Saba was born we just converted our bed to a king size crib (thanks to the guard rails).
I'm sure it will be just a little bit more crowded when Saba's brother makes his way into this world - but we wouldn't have it any other way. Saba's pretty excited to have another body to cuddle with!

Air Show

Recently, Saba and I were able to join my parents at an air show. It was great for Saba to see all of the different kinds of planes and helicopters that ranged from being absolutely huge to being (according to Saba) "saba-size." The plane that Papa Bruce was there to help exhibit fell in the "huge" category. So huge, in fact that Saba couldn't manage to climb up the side by herself. She did, however, manage to eat a entire hot dog all by herself.
And, of course, she managed to score some gear so that she could look the part while attending the exhibit with Papa Bruce. It didn't take long to fit right in with the rest of the pilots - she's basically ready for take-off at any time!
Sky's the limit.

Fixing the door

Ever wonder how you patch a door with a two year old?

If you're Grandma Didi, you have to lay on the floor and then reach AROUND the two year old to get any work done. A help? I think not, but entertaining nonetheless.

Ready for a baby

In an effort to prepare for our new little one Saba has been OBSESSED with everything baby. Not only does she often insist on a diaper change for her baby whenever she gets one - but she also insists on nursing her babies at least once a day.
Giving them lots of love is another must! Clearly we're both nesting over here.

Thumbs up

I never really feel the need to "spring clean" - maybe it's because Phoenix doesn't really have a spring. We go from It's hot, to... it's not so hot, to...it's a little bit cool - and that's about it. So, it's when we start to get to that "it's a little bit cool" stage that I really get excited about opening up the house and getting a little bit of cleaning done. By the end of summer I feel as though I've been sucking in air conditioning and dust for 6 months or more, so I really just always want to have the windows open and to have everything smell like some sort of scent. Whether the house smells like cinnamon or lemon - I don't care- as long as the house no longer smells like bodies and dust.
Saba has been delighted in our little cleaning missions. She especially loved when I chose to sweep the garage while her Daddy was doing some yard work. It basically gave her the chance to put her helmet on while giving a thumbs up at all of the hard work being done. She's supportive like that. Next time I'll have to remember to put a broom in her hands so we can take her "helping" to a whole new level!

Halloween

It's that time of year again! It's Fall (only 90 degrees here in Phoenix), it's time for the holidays, and it NaBloPoMo (National Blog Posting Month).
I know no better way to kick of one month of posting other than plastering pictures of my adorable child dressed up like an Octopus. We had a wonderful time trick-or-treating at a friend's house. The kids all gathered with their fantastic costumes and pumpkins for gathering candy. Saba was especially excited to show all of her friends that she could say "trick-or-treat" at the doors without my prompting...I soon realized that instead of saying "trick-or-treat" Saba was saying "give me a treat, please" - The "please" was a nice touch. And it certainly got her a pumpkin full of candy.
It was another fantastic Halloween!