Tinkle, Tinkle Little Star

This weekend we decided to buy Zoe a potty chair. I don't think she's entirely ready to begin potty training yet, but I wanted to get her a chair that she can begin to feel comfortable with.

We went to the store, she tried out several chairs and we settled on a pink, Baby Bjorn throne for our little princess.

When we got home, she wanted to put on her fancy shoes and sit on her throne.

Now if only potty training will go this easily!

Three's Company

This weekend D & E came to visit. It is always such a joy to have them with us.

I came out of the bathroom Saturday morning to N sitting in the living room and no children. It was quiet.

If you're a parent you know they are up to no good.

Then a burst of laughter from D's & E's room.

All the covers were on the floor and we had three guilty smiles.

I'm with the band

Thursday night was the Kutless/Stellar Kart/Everlyn/Disciple concert. I had bought N some tickets and back stage passes at Christmas.

Then I came down with the double whammy sinus infection/strep throat fantasticness.

I couldn't be with the band.

Tears were shed. I may have even been in the fetal position as I fell asleep. I can't be sure.

N took our friend Shawn. They had a blast. By blast I mean N hasn't taken off his back stage pass yet.

As a good husband, he asked if there was anything I wanted from the concert. Like any scrapbooker, I replied weakly, "pictures!"

He took the camera and got some great shots.

Disciple and Kutless together on stage.

Disciple

Disciple

Kutless

Kutless

Kutless

Kutless

Kutless

Stellar Kart

Stellar Kart

The guys with the back stage passes.

A guy I've never met, Steve, Matt, Shawn and N.

Knock, knock, knockin' on death's door

It's been a tough couple days. I was hit like a semi truck with something unpleasant.

Namely a combination of strep throat and a sinus infection.

AT. THE. SAME. TIME.

I'm going back to bed to get some rest and hopefully let the antibiotics have their way with me.

Marvel-ous

I have some kind of super-hero, spy-ness in my blood. I was named after a Charlie's Angel and my favorite show was Wonder Woman. I even had a swimsuit that totally looked like WW's outfit, minus the golden lasso.

If that doesn't make me like 1 step away from my own super hero status, I honestly don't know what does.

It's no wonder I LOVE super-hero movies. These characters, in a sense, are my friends by default.

I will admit, I'm not big into the super-hero world, though. Like I know Superman's secret identity is Clark Kent. I know Bruce Wyane = Batman. I also know Peter Parker = Spidey. Popeye loves Olive Oil. The basics. What can you expect, I'm still trying to find my golden lasso!

Beyond that, I have limited knowledge. I have no idea that The Hulk and Spidey like their soda out of a bottle rather than a can. I can pretend to know this (like the soda), but I have no real interest in knowing the deep, dark secrets of the hero's past. I like watching them save the world and get the girl.

N, on the other hand, is a total comic book fanatic. He LOVES all the deep, dark secrets and weired ways that the heroes connect. You can give him any comic book character and he will give you a 20 minute lesson on who the secret identity is, how he found out he was a super hero, what he likes to drink, where he lives, his friends, the color of his bathroom, what time he was born, etc.

It's safe to say that my world of super heroes opened up 1,000-fold when I married. Prior to 2005, I had no knowledge of the X-Men or the Fantastic Four. I was totally missing out.

On Valentine's Day when N mentioned we should stay in and watch Iron Man I was totally game. A new superhero for me to learn about. Heck yes!

I will state for the record, Robert Downey, Jr. as Iron Man was absolutely perfect. I think it's safe to say I have a new favorite super-hero.

Which is saying quite a bit since Wolverine is hard to top.

Maybe it's the gadgets and lack of bushy sideburns.

Maybe it's because Iron Man could totally make me a WAY cooler golden lasso.

American Idol: Toddler Edition

In our bath tub we have a chrome, emergency drain on the side of the tub. I hate them. They only allow your tub to become half full. That is crazy talk after a long day.

We have a second use for this drain. It is Zoe's mirror during bath time. She talks to that baby in the drain the entire time. She will even do some super model poses just to check herself out. The kid LOVES looking at herself.

Last night she serenaded the baby. She sang some song, complete with hand motions. What was even more amazing is that baby in the mirror knew all the same words AND hand motions.

After Zoe was done singing, they both clapped!

It was one of those moments where you wished you had your camera.

Her first original song!

We spent 90 minutes yelling for Mickey

Last night was Disney Playhouse Live. Those Disney folks really know how to put on a show. And charge a full annual salary for popcorn, shirts, flashy-glowy things, sno-cones and cotton candy.

We had a blast. Zoe LOVED Mickey and Pooh. She curled up on my lap at one point like we were watching television at home.

It was an absolutely fun evening. We enjoyed watching the excitement through Zoe's eyes. She sat for then entire 90 minutes just enthralled with all the Disney folks actually in the same place we were.

Thank you Grandma Kathy and Grandma Lily for enjoying the show with us.