tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50034097640868559862012-01-24T17:26:37.681-08:00B is for BabyI cannot decide on a satisfactory header. I don't want to be cute, but I want to be clever...I want to be up front that I'm crazy and liberal and grumpy and lonely. But cleverer.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.comBlogger2411100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-89958908685091717752012-01-24T17:26:00.000-08:002012-01-24T17:26:37.687-08:00QOTD: Oh my god, she's a Republican!Talking tonight at dinner, about what Charlotte would do, hypothetically, if she got a talking Buzz Lightyear for her birthday.
Matt: What if it was in Spanish mode, like in the movie?
Charlotte: I would find the instructions and put it back to real talking.
Matt: Wait, what? So if the lever is on this side, what is Buzz doing?
Charlotte: Talking Spanish.
Matt: And if I change it to Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-55411932232941888652012-01-24T11:48:00.003-08:002012-01-24T11:48:10.187-08:00QOTD: Only in Massachusetts?Another "Overheard in the Bathroom" moment:
Charlotte: This is Massachusetts. You have to watch out for bicycles.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-5244596560261577542012-01-24T09:31:00.000-08:002012-01-24T09:31:18.835-08:00QOTD: A week or so late.Matt is a huge football fan - specifically, a Patriots fan. Large amounts of my family are Christian and/or Denver fans, so, Tim Tebow fans. Matt and I were talking a lot about Tim Tebow last week, and at bedtime, Charlotte surprised me by saying, kind of hilariously dismissively,
"Tim Tebow, Spit-tee-bow."
Because "spit" is a silly, dirty, slightly naughty word to her. She was clearly Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-79558439743392368962012-01-23T17:10:00.000-08:002012-01-23T17:10:23.295-08:00I guess "The Negotiating Fours" just doesn't have the same ring to it.Charlotte is hardcore into the bargaining stage of childhood. Everything is a negotiation or a deal or a swap. And she has a memory like an elephant. Here's an example of life with a four year old.
One Monday you are eating dinner with your four year old, when said four year old suddenly gets a yearning for peanuts. "Mom, can I have some peanuts?" she may ask. "Sure," you reply, "Once you Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-4539475461800108082012-01-19T10:24:00.000-08:002012-01-19T10:24:06.177-08:00Overheard in the bathroom...."You're a dirty warthog!....I'm an underground fairy...then, a warthog puffed out of the earth!"
Some interesting story telling going on in there while she procrastinates going in to her room for rest time.
"She tried to get out, but her legs were crossed! It was too small, so she uncrossed her legs..."Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-89160892051678069322012-01-12T09:27:00.000-08:002012-01-12T09:27:34.075-08:00QOTD: Master of the SegueMama: Charlotte, do you want some hot chocolate?
Charlotte: Yes! Speaking of hot chocolate, how about we watch The Polar Express?Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-44646040796313090452012-01-08T08:00:00.000-08:002012-01-08T08:00:27.085-08:00Quick OT/PT notes for myself* We've made progress in the large motor/strength arena, but...
* Major regression in toe-walking. Back up to 75% toe walking, even just around the house.
* Influx of art supplies at Christmas has improved pencil grip, and length of time spent drawinig, but...
* Regression in representational art & shape drawing. Back to scribbling, less about control and more about color on paper.
* Really Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-24735587287479872262012-01-03T11:02:00.000-08:002012-01-03T11:02:55.186-08:00"I've wanted one of these my whole life!" Charlotte's catchphrase this Christmas was, "I've wanted one of these my whole life!" followed closely by "This is the best [whatever] of my whole life!" Those are both kind of from Polar Express - at one point The Boy pulls the train's whistle and say, "I've wanted to do that my whole life!" and at another point Billy says, "I've wanted one of these my whole life!" Charlotte clearly Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-47413205449641007942011-12-21T07:14:00.000-08:002011-12-21T07:14:26.393-08:00Parenting: The kind of job where the reward for dealing with an hour of the harrowing "gotta get to school" morning routine plus extreme tantrum is the chance to clean your living room in peace. And it seems like a good deal.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-70425186950341553082011-12-20T18:41:00.000-08:002011-12-20T18:41:32.663-08:00Mini-me: Photography EditionCharlotte learned how to use the auto-focus on our camera, and is making some really interesting photographs. I can't wait for her to get her own camera! I know that her aunt & uncle got her one for Christmas. Charlotte has been copying me and documenting our projects, and I think it will be really interesting to see what she chooses to photograph.
I look.....drunk.
This picture makes Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-34995569519716104882011-12-12T14:09:00.000-08:002011-12-12T14:09:06.286-08:00QOTD: Circular logic is circular.Charlotte: Just wait until they see me at school. They are going to thinking I look cool.
Mama: Why? What do you think makes this outfit look cool?
Charlotte: Because I look cool.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-11563479012466523392011-12-02T20:05:00.001-08:002011-12-02T20:05:51.800-08:00from this summer, tweaked slightly.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-58440557993447416112011-12-02T08:40:00.001-08:002011-12-02T20:04:41.815-08:00My daughter is singing a song she made up. The refrain is, "I love being a priiiinnncesss!" Complimenting her song skills through teeth gritted at the subject matter.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-64417256863291934022011-11-27T12:36:00.001-08:002011-11-27T12:36:15.045-08:00What has Charlotte been doing this long weekend? Perfecting her fake burp. Pretty sure it's my fault. I showed her how to "burp" a baby last wk.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-58947483248550527612011-11-25T06:50:00.001-08:002011-11-25T06:50:52.109-08:00QOTD: Black Friday Edition"I am ready for Christmas to come back."Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-56723390437397237162011-11-24T07:17:00.001-08:002011-11-24T07:17:16.481-08:00Today marks the first time Charlotte said elephant correctly, on her own, on the first try (and the second and third). RIP "effelant."Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-57384586660477735102011-11-07T06:50:00.001-08:002011-11-07T06:50:22.896-08:00QOTD: Waiter? There's a philosopher in my daughter."The real magic word is maybe." - CharlotteJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-18780993961522796722011-11-06T07:49:00.000-08:002011-11-06T07:49:47.176-08:00This was Halloween.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-32780664609805170092011-11-04T08:05:00.001-07:002011-11-04T08:05:38.372-07:00Bucking the system.I sent Charlotte to get dressed this morning, and she put a tee shirt and leggings on over her pajamas. "See, Mama? Tonight I just take this off, and then my pajamas are on!" She was very impressed with herself.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-5562356964393146212011-11-03T08:06:00.000-07:002011-11-03T09:12:05.733-07:00Charlotte, the singer/songwriter.This past weekend, the northeast was pummeled by a weird October Nor'Easter, dumping maybe a foot of heavy wet snow on our town. Power was out for 24 hours (and we are the lucky ones) and school has been out for three days. Charlotte's schedule was thrown out of whack, and she was feeling a great deal of non-specific anxiety. It was manifesting as concern for Virgil, the cat. She was worried Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-15726770142709047942011-10-23T14:27:00.001-07:002011-10-23T14:27:44.344-07:00Hanging out w/ my mini-me. Watching Decemberists on Austin City Limits. I'm working, she's crafting, we're both singing along.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-27827407325269438532011-10-22T17:03:00.001-07:002011-10-22T21:16:58.287-07:00Ahh, the three-vaccines-at-once backlash. Whining, crying & general carrying on. We expect fever and more tears on Monday. But if it results in no flu or polio, I'm cool with it.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-18446739188052633392011-10-10T19:19:00.000-07:002011-10-10T19:19:32.190-07:00In a follow-up to my last post, I wanted to add that we did, in fact, go to church this past weekend. When the priest started talking about God, Charlotte leaned over to her dad and stage-whispered, "God! I know God! Mom and I talked about God!" So clearly it made some sort of impression. She was much more interested in what her cousin was doing than what the priest was talking about, though.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-61743321804612677222011-10-07T08:56:00.000-07:002011-10-07T08:56:15.174-07:00Theology 101After pretty much avoiding the topic for 4 years, I decided to give Charlotte a quick run-down on some uber-basic Christian dogma. Matt is Catholic in name, but uncomfortable with Catholicism in general, and I'm kind of vague on most religious topics. I am very well-read and well-researched, but I am culturally somewhat Christian with some pagan/Buddhist leanings. I am, however, a HUGE fan of Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-24868659457979947852011-10-05T11:56:00.000-07:002011-10-05T11:56:17.631-07:00Oblivious Mom moment.As I was getting Charlotte ready for school yesterday, I was going around in circle trying to decide whether to put her in her raincoat (waterproof but not warm) or her hoodie (warm but not waterproof). Around and around I went on this, finally deciding to send her in her sweatshirt, because she wasn't going to be outside for that long at recess, and I'm sure she wouldn't soak through in 15 Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-40535905984514254632011-09-26T06:26:00.000-07:002011-09-26T06:26:36.449-07:00Now I am 4.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-28617456507964272722011-09-20T06:20:00.000-07:002011-09-20T06:20:54.747-07:00Waiting for the other shoe....I haven't really posted about the whole preschool transition thing for two reasons: as usual, I am totally swamped with work & life AND it has gone so smoothly that I'm waiting for it to suddenly be more like I expected. (I am furiously knocking on wood, throwing salt over my shoulder and biting my tongue as I type this, by the way.)
The first drop-off, I kind of hovered for 5 minutes, but Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-52928207449817100002011-09-08T07:26:00.000-07:002011-09-08T07:26:44.648-07:00First day of preschool!
September 7, 2011
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-78918457093981436532011-09-05T19:54:00.000-07:002011-09-05T19:54:17.660-07:00Twas the Night Before Preschool...
preschool supplies - tiny buddy from home, extra clothes, a million papers, snack money
Charlotte and I were talking at bedtime, and she said she's a little scared about starting preschool tomorrow. "Why?" I asked. "What are you scared about?"
"Well," she said. "I'm scared that what if I am dressing up and I dress up like a scary monster and all the kids run away and I'm a scary Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-80898831653938864672011-09-01T22:16:00.001-07:002011-09-01T22:17:29.956-07:00QOTD - Mama's a good cooker"This burger is SUPER AWESOME!"
burger = crispy tofu, with cheddar cheese and bacon on a hamburger roll, with a little honey mustard. She asked for it again today.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-30725437774002145142011-08-23T19:42:00.000-07:002011-08-23T19:42:09.348-07:00One of my earlierst memories is of waiting out a tornado in a basement....So, this happened today. Earthquake 5.9 in Virginia, felt all the way up and down the East Coast.
Here's what I posted on Facebook:
I felt that! Charlotte was "napping" and said, "What just happened?"True story: At first I thought that I might have been passing out because the couch was shaking, and I thought it was me. Then I noticed the light fixture swaying and heard the bedroom door Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-17863486431198836462011-08-22T14:15:00.000-07:002011-08-22T14:15:02.271-07:00Charlotte, meet the Atlantic Ocean. Atlantic Ocean, meet Charlotte.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-42075004960291167282011-08-19T09:10:00.000-07:002011-08-19T09:10:56.266-07:00cell phone picture dump
evening walk
making a "nest" from clay & pine needles
as a family, we suck at skee ball
not really playing - she can't reach the pedals
taking bitty for a walk
Charlotte of Green Gables
waiting for hot dogs at Tom's Long Dog
making spider webs
making pizza
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-77615426406505162312011-08-19T08:02:00.001-07:002011-08-19T08:02:45.774-07:00Let's Go Fly a Kite!Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-24657146635961280082011-08-08T08:06:00.001-07:002011-09-01T22:17:49.806-07:00QOTD: Frustration"But WHY is it raining? Everyone wants to hula hoop!"Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-26493608400319304542011-08-05T06:07:00.001-07:002011-09-01T22:18:17.939-07:00QOTD: Charlotte on wearing dresses"This one had two big pockets. I do not prefer to wear pants."Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-67537630642501739322011-08-02T13:17:00.000-07:002011-08-02T13:17:59.285-07:00The other side of almost 4.A lot of people talk about "the halfs" being the worst - for example, it's not the terrible twos, it's the terrible two-and-a-halfs. Three is great, but three-and-a-half is hard. Charlotte loosely follows that, but I would go so far as to say that it's not really every six months, but just every now and then we go through a really rough patch. The benefit of having an almost 4 year old, and a Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-67667942937341433382011-08-02T09:14:00.000-07:002011-08-02T09:14:32.382-07:00almost 4Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-75743636168101590672011-07-29T21:26:00.000-07:002011-07-29T21:26:50.369-07:00July, JulyJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-50963121107936414112011-07-15T08:59:00.000-07:002011-07-15T08:59:36.225-07:00Drama-ramaMiss Drama is off at her grandparents for the weekend, but I'd like to note this from the other day. One of the things our very wordy daughter does is to make up stories almost constantly, and narrate herself. Some of it is cooking show type stuff when she's playing in the kitchen. "And now you add the carrots and the ginger. Smell that ginger!" And some of it is trying to talk her way out Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-44044946114478487582011-07-10T07:39:00.000-07:002011-07-15T09:00:16.507-07:00Daddy gets in a Quote of the DayI knew Matt & Charlotte hadn't left to go to the grocery store yet, but it was so quiet that I couldn't imagine what they were doing. I tracked them to Charlotte's room, where Matt was sitting in the rocking chair and Charlotte was on the footstool, and he was trying to braid her hair. I stifled a giggle, and ducked out of sight.
"What are you laughing at?" called Matt.
"Nothing. Well, the Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-90516013196959139182011-07-08T16:31:00.001-07:002011-07-08T16:31:42.326-07:00When you are almost 4 years old, carnivorous dinosaurs don't eat other dinosaurs. Oh no indeed. They eat from "meat patches" that turn up on the ground.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-31872350337400821362011-07-08T05:36:00.000-07:002011-07-08T05:36:23.496-07:00A few more pictures from June.
Sometimes Charlotte still naps.
But not without creating catastrophe first.
A Cars tableau. Complete with Lightning McQueen in the top bunk.
Charlotte's nursery.
The Girlie-fication of my daughter
art
C wearing her "friendship necklace" from J & B
Packed for Grammy's. All those bags are full of blocks.
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-66626099408236654772011-07-03T08:09:00.000-07:002011-07-03T08:09:23.789-07:00Midsummer UpdateCharlotte facts:
In an effort to sound authoritative, she sometimes says, "Boys & girls need X," or "Boys and girls want more Y." She tells Matt, "cut it out" when he sings along with things. She has an invisible imaginary herd of "brothers & sisters" She cries when it's time to leave the pool. She can spell STOP and GO with her alphabet magnets She is *so* into the hobbit right now. Every time Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-29537697901458287092011-06-13T18:02:00.000-07:002011-06-13T18:02:18.943-07:00How an Impromptu Hippie Jam Band Saved My MondayMan, I suck at Mondays. And they aren't Charlotte's best days, either. We had kind of a busy family weekend, which was good, but we didn't have nearly as much outside time or family play time as I would have wanted, and that means Mondays are rough. Charlotte wants me to play with her, I am trying to drag my butt to the desk to get some work done, and that laundry isn't going to wash itself. Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-61064496264574136292011-06-10T14:25:00.000-07:002011-06-10T14:25:11.938-07:00last week in cell phone pictures
all dressed up for the occasional nap
STPO spells STOP, Mom.
last trip in the old car, Johnny the Hyundai
Al's Toy Barn
Gardening is serious work.
Queen & Princess
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-12672652358092228932011-06-06T07:37:00.000-07:002011-06-06T07:37:25.006-07:00A tale of two baby dolls.Charlotte has two "babies." One is a very lovely, very expensive baby that was hand-picked by a doting great-aunt who adores everything that Charlotte is. One is a $10 baby given to Charlotte for her 2nd birthday, the year that she got books & dinosaurs....this one was given to her by a relative who sees Charlotte once a year, and has no idea what she really is like.
Guess which one CharlotteJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-40900621514097401102011-05-30T17:59:00.000-07:002011-05-30T17:59:00.184-07:00The week in cell phone pictures
playing outside w/ the boys.
Washing the chalk of the wall with sponges and water.
Okay, this was two weeks ago, but a lot of fun.
Puddle jumping in her red galoshes.
This was the last time she'll wear the galoshes!
Took five minutes to get them on and four to get them off!
My nephew, ham & CHEESE.
Crispy Tofu Triangles @ Crazy Noodles in Amherst.
Rapunzel braid.
"herJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-45556251661019950482011-05-27T06:51:00.000-07:002011-05-27T06:51:17.104-07:00How many hours of sleep does an almost 4 year old need? 7 sounds good, right?I blog heaviest when Charlotte sleeps least, it's unavoidable. This week has been a massively effed sleep schedule. Summer's rhythms have thrown her off, and she's waking at 5 am with the birds. This means she's tired enough to actually sleep at nap time, but then she's not tired enough to sleep at bed time. Last night she fell asleep around 1:30 or 2 am, after hours of interventions and one Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-52563844147449732602011-05-23T09:09:00.000-07:002011-05-23T09:09:06.020-07:00Singing songs.Charlotte has been singing since before she could speak. She used to hum musically to get herself to fall asleep (sometimes it was more of a tuneful moan). She repeated songs we sang to her, made up her own. Now we're in a phase where not only is she making up her own words, but she's making them rhyme. This blows my mind in the best way possible. I think she's so brilliant.
Here are some Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-33345594369389909952011-05-16T18:11:00.000-07:002011-05-23T09:10:35.788-07:00More cell phone pictures...and a list.Stuff Charlotte is up to:
* Walking the mile to the library with me
* Making up her own songs, that actually rhyme!
* Working on counting and adding
* Still having sleep/eat/stubborn issues
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-48065367248977705082011-05-06T12:06:00.000-07:002011-05-06T12:06:07.099-07:00Closer to four than to three.
Last week I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and there was nothing but pasta in the house for dinner. Our cars our broken, so driving anywhere was out of the question. We decided to walk into town to eat at the one of two casual restaurants. It's about a mile - Charlotte walked to the restaurant with us, and we had a lovely, relaxing meal out on the patio with some other charming diners. Then Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-40730822562006175192011-04-26T10:28:00.000-07:002011-04-26T10:28:08.033-07:00Right now Charlotte's favorite game to play, one she made up, is called "Al's Toy Barn." That's a Toy Story 2 reference, for those of you who didn't know. The way you play Al's Toy Barn? The nearest I can tell, there is only one rule - dump out every single toy you own on your bedroom floor. When asked to put away some or all (or ANY) of the toys, reply, "I can't! I'm playing Al's Toy Barn!"Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-61645894354980106232011-04-25T17:08:00.000-07:002011-07-04T16:57:18.837-07:00EasterJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-46044527875062826852011-04-25T06:53:00.000-07:002011-04-25T06:53:20.465-07:00In lieu of a new post, a book review.Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture by Peggy Orenstein
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
This is a book that moved straight from my library request list to my Amazon Wish list. In fact, it's hard for me to review it right now because I pulled all my notes for it so that it can go back to the library in five minutes. Well, it's hard for me to review Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-66257985735053302782011-04-19T17:39:00.000-07:002011-04-19T17:39:54.818-07:00Cleaning out the phone...Taking pictures off the cell phone - kind of crazy how big Charlotte has gotten, even in the last 6 months! Not so much taller, but I think her face is changing from toddler to pre-schooler to kid. Kid. I have a KID. Not a baby.
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-81387946245399213182011-04-03T14:25:00.001-07:002011-04-03T14:25:47.290-07:00This weekend.
Playing with her cousin, G.
Drawing. Note the tongue.
Charlotte, Mama, Daddy
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-89060065602105752592011-03-31T17:59:00.000-07:002011-03-31T17:59:16.706-07:00Surprisingly self-aware.The day we had, copied from Facebook:
* Epic tantrum today. Over an hour of whining, crying, screaming, writhing on the floor, and boogery hiccups. AND she's still in her pajamas. I have a hard time not laughing at her sometimes, is that wrong?
* To Charlotte's credit, she was honest with Matt when he came home and asked her how her day was. She said, "I spitted on the couch, and then when MomJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-92032945275032832702011-03-29T08:24:00.001-07:002011-03-29T08:24:49.149-07:00Sigh.Charlotte just told her grandmother that her belly button is for pooping. What??Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-76479132126032260512011-03-28T18:23:00.001-07:002011-03-28T18:23:47.747-07:00cell phone picturesJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-56331459271386367702011-03-13T10:08:00.000-07:002011-03-13T10:08:26.645-07:00Holy acting out, Batman!Charlotte just had an epic meltdown. We have just been failing all morning at making good choices, and she just totally flipped out a few minutes ago. She ripped stuff off the refrigerator, refused to stay on the time out chair, and then took a swing at my face. I put her in her room with the baby gate up for 15 minutes for some enforced quiet time. I think she's missing her dad and feeling Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-22057133281552461592011-03-06T17:42:00.000-08:002011-03-06T17:42:35.498-08:00Big kid.I must post this stuff right now so when the shoe drops next week I will be able to remind myself of how awesome Charlotte did this weekend.
It started on Friday; even though Charlotte got very little sleep on Thursday night (let's not talk about that while we're in a good mood) she rocked it at physical therapy. She did everything Arlene asked her to do, even the stuff that was tricky or Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-82108151100796262562011-02-28T18:49:00.000-08:002011-02-28T18:49:56.591-08:00Charlotte's new thing is rhyming. She's so so good at it, just grasps it really solidly. At bedtime sometimes she likes to do some chatting before bed. We did some rhyming tonight.
Mama: What rhymes with day?
Charlotte: [after some other rhymes] Tay.
Mama: Tay isn't a word, baby.
Charlotte: Yes it is.
Mama: Okay, what does it mean?
Charlotte: "Tay" is like a creature, a tinyJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-51466952839455081002011-02-04T06:20:00.001-08:002011-02-04T06:20:08.782-08:00In the continuing adventures of Charlotte preferring cooking television to all other screen-based entertainment, today she had me set up her table so she could cook. She brought all her food over to her table, and said, "Hi, I'm Charlotte, and these are my ingredients." She's now detailing the process of making soup, including ripping off Julia Child's "whang! whang!" sound effect while Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-78049974868228111042011-01-24T11:17:00.000-08:002011-01-24T11:17:00.888-08:00Note to my daughter: Any time you have a 20 minute breakdown over the fact that you are not being allowed to watch television, you are only reinforcing my decision. Sorry, babe.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-70375206918659741682011-01-23T21:38:00.000-08:002011-01-23T21:38:54.091-08:00January, continued.* Charlotte had a great time today playing with some Model Magic that had been handed down to her from her cousin. Seriously, she played with it for well over two hours. I made a number of little things, and supposedly they are completely dry in 24 hrs. We'll see how this stuff works out, but I think we are going to get more, since Matt likes it infinitely more than Play-Doh.
* We are now Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-88106635185987268862011-01-18T12:55:00.000-08:002011-01-18T12:55:08.612-08:00Cheap and Easy post. 2011 so far.Various Charlotte stories from Facebook and Twitter. (Re-runs, basically.) Right now Charlotte is doing a rather fascinating and disturbing play - stabbing Yoda with a stick and saying that she's "checking his froat." I swear I have never stuck her with sticks in the interest of science.
* C is playing "violin" by holding a pillow under her chin and sawing a drumstick back and forth. she'sJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-85905246599654319482011-01-18T08:58:00.001-08:002011-01-18T08:58:23.518-08:00QOTD: Got No Strings EditionCharlotte, with a fabric puppet: "Now I have to turn you into wood."Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-20323625609282263212011-01-14T08:09:00.001-08:002011-01-14T08:09:37.010-08:00I have this theory that every fabric-bodied baby doll with a plastic head & limbs ends up naked, with one lazy eye & blue ballpoint pen on their head. Bitty Baby, Charlotte's new baby, has been naked for 2 days and has white paint on his head from being wedged between her bed and wall every night. He's well on his way.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-61650947048266887402011-01-13T16:49:00.000-08:002011-01-13T16:49:17.289-08:00Snow.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-32416182137356228042011-01-12T10:55:00.000-08:002011-01-12T10:55:30.012-08:00Sleep, any time but night.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-63882511366074526142011-01-05T17:46:00.000-08:002011-01-05T17:46:17.131-08:00QOTD: Best Music of 2010, Assembling the Mix TapeCharlotte: I know a great song. It's a Jesus song I never listened to.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Charlotte: This is Charlotte's favorite.
Mama: This band has a funny name. They're called Spoon. Charlotte: Ha ha! That is funny. Heh. Spoon.
Mama: This song is called "Written in Reverse." Charlotte: Who wrote it?
Mama: Spoon.
Charlotte: Who illustrated it?
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-62286201120765547472010-12-30T14:54:00.000-08:002011-07-04T17:03:49.791-07:00Belated Christmas.
We couldn't decide on one best picture this year, so we sent out three different cards. These were the photos we chose.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-22528874866782755432010-12-30T11:11:00.000-08:002010-12-30T11:11:14.647-08:00Going on behind the scenes: Part 1I haven't posted in a while, mostly because it's been hard for me to post brief, anecdotal things while a bunch of other stuff has been going on in my life & brain. I have a hard time just posting brief bloggy things here; probably too much Twitter & Facebook. But I miss blogging, and I miss tracking what's going on with the parental side of things, and I always get annoyed when reading back I Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-45124038534678303022010-12-08T13:33:00.001-08:002010-12-08T13:33:40.792-08:00QOTD: That's already on the calendar, actually.Charlotte is currently in giant trouble for transgressions involving Vaseline and various tubes of diaper & skin creams. However, she did say this funny thing today.
Charlotte at the laptop: I need to look up a schedule.
Me: For what?
Charlotte: For Santa.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-84451230752452392672010-11-28T11:17:00.000-08:002010-11-28T11:17:04.148-08:00QOTD: You said it, Hallmark....I mean, Charlotte.Charlotte: I'm just so happy. Are you so happy?
Me: I *am* so happy. Why are you happy?
Charlotte: Because I just love you!
Aww. Melt.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-57383541353312579052010-11-15T18:24:00.000-08:002010-11-15T18:25:15.386-08:00So hard to reconcile.......this...
From Sleeping positions
with this!
Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-82110256155980608642010-11-12T19:02:00.000-08:002010-11-12T19:02:50.466-08:00Planning for next Halloween already...Charlotte: I know what I'm going to dress up as for Halloween.
Mama: Oh yeah, for next Halloween? What are you going to be?
Charlotte: A vampire.
Mama: *kinda flummoxed* A vampire? Really?
Charlotte: Yes, a vampire. I'm gonna dress up as a vampire.
Mama: What is a vampire?
Charlotte: Spooky. A vampire is spooky. Not a wampire, a vampire.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-33955543307639064992010-11-10T07:05:00.000-08:002010-11-10T07:05:44.142-08:00*yawn*I am not a morning person. Really, really not a morning person. I am also a mom, which means that despite my non-morning-person-ness, I frequently get up in the morning. Not as early as my sister, whose alarm is set somewhere in the 5 o'clock hour (shudder), but early enough for someone whose bedtime is long after midnight. So any morning when I have to actually DO something, other than just Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-42795352243142141112010-11-03T19:08:00.000-07:002010-11-03T19:08:28.051-07:00Charlotte got her flu shot today; pray for us. Last year she was sick for a week after it. This year she was sick going into it, but I called the nurse yesterday and asked if we should reschedule. The nurse said that as long as she isn't running a fever, she can still get it. When Matt brought her in today, he told them about her reaction last time (fever, puking, sick for a week) and they Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-41599246015130624702010-10-31T16:17:00.000-07:002010-10-31T16:17:16.691-07:00Happy Halloween!
Charlotte: "Hey! These tights look like candy corn!"Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-44382294788401467762010-10-30T18:51:00.000-07:002010-10-30T18:51:17.190-07:00QOTD: Spooner said what?"It's the Great Charlie, Pumpkin Brown!" repeated three times...heh. Matt couldn't tell what was wrong the first two times.
(Okay, so not quite a spoonerism, but still cute.)Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-17239629775138651212010-10-30T09:17:00.000-07:002010-10-30T09:17:54.259-07:00Go Ask Alice.
Despite the evidence to the contrary, Charlotte is not going to be Alice in Wonderland for Halloween. She still wants to be a witch. Though last night she said she was going to be Cinderella. But we're right back at witch this morning. Thank goodness, because we already have a witch costume. And an awesome broom. I figure if she starts to waver towards Cinderella, we can pull the broom Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-39888644421685912042010-10-28T16:49:00.001-07:002010-10-28T16:49:42.830-07:00QOTD: I think the word you are looking for is "damn."Allow me to set the scene - Charlotte has been sick since Monday...running a fever, runny nose, no appetite. She's definitely feeling better, but she's eating so little that it's making us nuts. It's hard to recover from a cold when you don't fuel your body! One of the things we have done before is once she starts to perk up a little, we order some chicken and fries and try to bribe her into Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-2256724786037758632010-10-19T08:26:00.000-07:002010-10-19T08:26:00.579-07:00A Mother's CurseIt's a cliche, but it's happened to me. You know how at least one point in your teenage existence you are screaming at your mother and she comes back with, "When you grow up, I hope you have a daughter just like you!"? Well, that is, apparently, the story of my life.
I am talking, again, as usual, about sleep. Or lack of sleep. Ever since we instituted a bedtime routine at 11 months, going toJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-70785258458122414082010-10-18T17:34:00.000-07:002010-10-18T17:34:35.055-07:00HawaiiCharlotte loves Hawaii. I almost have no idea how this happened. She saw an episode of Imagination Movers that involved Nina returning to Hawaii for a family party. The show covered all the basic Hawaii themes - hula, surfing, island....and Charlotte ate it up. She especially loved the little hula primer (Nina demonstrates the hand movements for house & ocean) and tried to teach everyone she Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-26800160610483988512010-10-15T05:57:00.000-07:002010-10-15T06:00:51.272-07:00Not the best way to start a Friday.Charlotte was up from 2 am to 6:30 am. Some of it was cheerful, "Mom! Mom! Mom! Can you wrap Tigger*?" and some of it was tearful. I got up the first 4 times (it was a trade-off long ago that I'd get up with Charlotte at night if Matt would be 100% in charge of the litterbox), but I started kind of falling apart around 5 am. I couldn't separate my dreams from my awake time. At one point, I Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-85324617933358968902010-10-13T18:20:00.000-07:002010-10-13T18:20:32.771-07:00QOTD: Citrus ConfusionMe: Want some orange?
Charlotte: *bite* It's too lemony.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-52959109268304808122010-10-12T19:27:00.000-07:002010-10-12T19:27:07.921-07:00Tuesday is just Monday 2.0.Mondays after busy/good weekends are always a little rough. Charlotte misses her daddy when he goes to work, and after having a long weekend away with family, she was particularly sad to see him go this morning. I had also decided that Charlotte was gonna be TV-free this week. She's been asking to watch TV pretty much constantly lately, and when it's on, she just spaces out. It was starting Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-39566879127620356062010-10-11T19:53:00.000-07:002010-10-11T19:53:08.793-07:00Whew!It has been crazier and crazier, and wilder and wilder over here. But awesome, also. In the last few weeks, we've:
* had a lovely family birthday party in our apartment back yard, with Charlotte's grandparents, aunts & uncles
* gone to the Boston Childrens' Museum
* took the T to the Childrens' Museum (that really does get its own entry)
* had a birthday party for Charlotte with her friendsJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-83099735350659209092010-09-30T17:23:00.000-07:002010-09-30T17:23:02.487-07:00Telling stories.Charlotte is into storytelling in a BIG way lately. They aren't particularly linear, exactly, but they are very structured, in an awesome way. She has the mechanics down, the "....and Alice said....and dad said...and the next day...but then..." Frequent characters in her stories are Alice (from Alice in Wonderland), Mr. Rabbit (the White Rabbit), Mom (me, or Alice's mom), Dad (Matt, or Alice'sJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-86641276259819564102010-09-24T16:49:00.000-07:002010-09-24T16:49:35.768-07:00This is what 3 looks like.
Happy Birthday, Charlotte Emily. I'm proud to be your Mama.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-90968652250989962502010-09-22T18:59:00.000-07:002010-09-22T18:59:24.803-07:00wordless wednesdayJenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-51640869974697266432010-09-18T09:00:00.000-07:002010-09-18T09:00:33.469-07:00Too small. Too big.When Charlotte caught me sorting outgrown clothes, she HAD to wear the lamb sweater. The same sweater that was mine, then my sister's, then my cousins'. I don't remember if my brother wore it, or if it had gone to live with my cousins by that point. My aunt found it and gave it to me for Christmas when Charlotte was 1, and Charlotte loved it. She likes chewing/sucking on the metal "O" zipper Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-26605750212780535532010-09-17T16:47:00.000-07:002010-09-17T16:47:14.227-07:00QOTD: 5 pm freak-out versionWhile Matt was trying to get her to sit on the potty: "It's just an accident. I don't know what my mouth is doing...there's no energy to pee. There's no energy!"Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-58102194791898972022010-09-05T12:43:00.000-07:002010-09-05T12:43:51.156-07:00Karma. She is a bitch.So, remember that time that Nicole almost dropped Charlotte? Well, in the interest of sibling rivalry, I had to go one better and almost crush Gavin's fingers.
He's okay, but I'm traumatized, Nicole's traumatized, Josh is traumatized, and Charlotte is traumatized. Matt, while not traumatized, understands that everyone else is. Ugh. It was literally the last thing I thought about last night Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-1142492410390909362010-09-01T20:03:00.000-07:002010-09-01T20:03:32.100-07:00Bisy. Backson.Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-4976975439817444672010-08-25T08:20:00.001-07:002010-08-25T08:31:25.873-07:00QOTD: I thought I had more time...I hear the sound of multiple bins full of stuff being dumped on the floor, coming from Charlotte's room, of course.
"What are you doing in there?!"
"Nothing, Mom! Nothing!"
(testing the browser on Matt's new phone.)Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-50105441750264247422010-08-24T05:08:00.000-07:002010-08-24T05:08:14.441-07:00QOTD: +5 Goth credCharlotte, flipping through National Geographic, "There's a skull. I love skulls."Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5003409764086855986.post-64048163960515429342010-08-23T06:46:00.000-07:002010-08-23T06:46:19.005-07:00Don't Judge.This might make me the grossest mother in the history of toddler-dom, but I had no idea that the straps on Charlotte's high chair could come off until today. Which means they've never been washed-washed until today. I did a lot of spot cleaning, and some weird rigs with plastic bags full of water and baking soda and rubber bands....but I never realized that you can just take them off and throw Jenn/hippygothhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08289758843392529737noreply@blogger.com0