Saturday, December 31, 2011

Her Mother was a Mudda

Kate is a very doting mudda.  Breakfast just got more interesting here
Maybe it is just me, but do all kids have a strange Bronx/Boston accent?  Kate says "mudda" for mother
And someone taught her the Seinfeld line "His mudda was a mudda".  She likes to say it.  A lot.
I have lost count of Kate's 'kids'.  She diapers and feeds them all. She gives them baths and goes grocery shopping (in my kitchen) for them.  She holds elaborate birthday parties for them and stages weddings.  It can consume whole days
"Mama, I make my kids this for a special treat.  I don't know why they like all this sparkly food!  It is crazy!"  Um, I guess all kids like processed crap, Kate.

Birthday party!
She is already thinking about work-life balance (that is still the code word for having kids and a FT job and realizing that you can't (gasp!) have it all, right?)
She told me this at the dinner table the other night: "Mama, when I am a real mama, I can be a frog doctor on the weekends when their papa is home.  I can also sneak out (sneaking motion with her hands) after they go to bed and do ballet.  I will find a ballet that only does ballet at night after kids go to bed.  Isn't that a good idea, Mama?"
Yes, Kate it is :-). 
The next day she told me she was thinking about putting some of her kids in daycare because it was too much work to take care of all of her kids.  Ha!
Diaper time.  She diapers and nurses while I diaper and nurse Alex down.  I save a package of NB diapers from the hospital and they have been great!

Then I came out to this.
In their finest diapers, Butchie and Hello Kitty wed by the soft glow of the Christmas Tree
The officiant had a somewhat 'hands-off" style
Watching the ceremony (note the ceremonial feast Kate had prepared)

 
Then it turned into a real Vegas affair.  Alexandra Grace the Doll and Pink Monkey.  I mean they can barely stand up

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