Arrrg...Another Orthnerism for ya matey

It's Talk like a Pirate Day...Don't ya know, matey?

You mean, you don't celebrate this holiday yearly. Yeah, well us either, until today!

Reese's Kindergarten class did actually. We enjoyed searching google for images of pirates to get inspiration. We wanted to get creative without buying anything new.

So we determined besides the white shirt, black pants and boots we collected we needed a vest, hat of sorts and a hook! Brady found a bandana for a hat, I cut up some fabric and made a vest and belt in literally 10 minutes, and pinterest had a clever plastic cup and foil hook idea!

I will have to say the ensemble came together quite nicely.

After she was set, she pranced and danced in front of the mirror, quite pleased with the reflection. She turns to me and states...

"You need to put my picture on google, with those other pictures, so people know what a pirate looks like!"

At least this pirate sails to school in style

On a side note: My breath is often taken away by her beauty. I have a hard time believing I, with my body, procreated such a beautiful specimen. I did three times in a row too!

A Tale of a Two Year Old

Potty trained

Full on conversations

Riding her strider/balance bike with grace

Catching air with jumps

Singing Songs (with the correct words)

Addressing everyone by name

Running

Flipping somersaults

Making us laugh (intentionally)

Dressing herself

Playing with the big kids

Cleaning up her surroundings

Sitting in regular chairs for meals

Drinking from regular cups

Scaling up and down the stairs

Twirling legit ballerina twirls

Using manners better than her momma



Yes, she is an awesome Two Year Old

Yes, I am proud Momma

But I am struggling with one major thing...one thing that shows my baby will never be a baby again... one thing that is the exclamation point to all her recent growth

She has calluses on her toes.

Did you hear me, she has calluses on her toes. My baby is growing up and there is no turning back!

Formerly known as Gluten Free

No, no, no, don't let the title of this post mislead you. This family still happily supports the health of a child with a gluten sensitivity.

But I have a pseudo-orthnerism for you.

Reese proclaimed to me last week...

Mom, you don't have to call my food gluten free anymore. I like the food that I eat. So just give me the food and don't call it gluten free. I don't want the stuff that has gluten in it, so therefore my food isn't gluten free, it is just the food I like. 

This is a huge leap forward and a giant leap back all at once. Forward because she is now attached to her gluten free eating style and sees it as the only option. She no longer desires the 'other' stuff. So gluten free food is yummy enough. Backward because there is now a sensitivity to being labeled. So if I bake up a batch of gluten free brownies to share with a group, she doesn't want the entire group to be informed that they are eating gluten free. We are working on this new found embarrassment of being 'different'. Luckily we have lots of friends with restricted diets so hopefully she can see that she isn't alone and there is no need to be ashamed.