No eating allowed in the new car

So here is the daily drill:
I arrive at school to pick her highness up shortly after snack time. And when I say shortly, I mean there is usually still evidence of said snack on all the darling faces around the table (especially Campbell's). I chat it up with Miss Irene for a couple of minutes, we blow kisses to all her classmates and we head out the door. Before we can even make it to the car she is asking for something to eat. She is signing and saying "more" like she hasn't been fed since we dropped her off that morning.

Ok, Campbell is kid #1.... so it took me about three car rides home with her crying and "starving" before I came prepared with a snack for the drive home every day.

The snack is usually Gold fish crackers. Before you even ask
Yes, I bring her a drink, too.
And, yes it is cold.
And... no, we do not go through Sonic for a Big Tea... not yet anyway. She's not allowed to drink caffeine.

Anyway, today we treated Stepping Stones teachers to our famous chocolate chip cookies. I also took some to work with me. Before I left the office I saw one lone cookie left in the bowl. I thought "It must be Campbell's lucky day."

I arrive at Stepping Stones, pick up my little Snapping Turtle, admire the really cool art they all made, step over more than a couple of animal crackers that were deposited on the floor by my daughter- no doubt, head for the door and the signing begins. "More, more, more." Then she adds the sign for food. "More food, more food, more food, more food..."
I buckle her in her car seat, hand her a sippy cup of cold water, and present the cookie. Her eyes lit up! I felt like Super Mom!

I knew she was savoring every bite because there was silence in the back seat. In the back seat of the.... oh did I forget to mention new Tahoe? New Tahoe with tan interior!!!
Well, by the time I got to the first stop sign which is approximately 100 yards from the parking lot of the school. This is what I turned around and saw....





Car washes are not cheap... but who cares!

xoxoxo,
Campbell's Mom

Scrap vs. Blog

As many of you know, I am officially the last person on the planet without an Ipod. But I am desperately trying not to be the sole non-blogger in the world. So here goes...

Campbell is almost 14 months old and I have yet to finish sorting, cropping (with all sorts of cute and awkward cutting utensils), taping, gluing, stickering and overall decor-documenting the first 365 days of her life. I want to do it- but it makes such a mess and it takes forever. Also there is the pressure of being clever but not too clever... because, hopefully she'll look at this freaking book and think, "my mom really rocked it out with the whole scrapbooking thing!" More than likely it will end up in a cedar chest somewhere and will only get pulled out when embarrassing pictures of her nakedness are needed... or when they want to ridicule me for not bathing her for three weeks after she was born. But we won't get into all that. Focus. Focus. Focus.

Let's see if this little effort goes any better.
Right now the little princess is sleeping. Alan finally hung the swing she got for her birthday so watch for a cute little swinging video any minute now....
Until then.

Peace Out from Cedar Park,
Campbell's Mom

PS- Now I suppose I have to dedicate a page in her scrapbook for her first blog...