Princess Peanut

Tangled Mornings

November 18, 2010 by Queen of Spain 9 Comments

There is just something about the tiny things that make me love so hard it hurts. One of them? When I watch my husband brush my daughter’s hair.

He’s just doing what we do every morning. Shuffling between the chaos and routine of getting ready for school, I grab my camera because we all have those moments. The ones where you stop and look around and see the man you love, carefully and almost with a bit of fright, trying to untangle the mess left by a night spent with too many teddy bears and puppies.

It’s so simple really, and so wonderful.

But there is something about that Dad-Daughter bond that I watch with my husband and little one, and I have with my father. It really is special and one-of-a-kind. The trust. The love. And just the way she patiently lets her Daddy brush and comb, a task that would have garnered shrieks had I been the one getting her ready.

I know their relationship will change. They will argue, they will be close and then not-so-close. And over time they will tangle and untangle and I will remember mornings. And brushes. And combs. And the loving hand of Dad.

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How We Roll

October 20, 2010 by Queen of Spain 9 Comments

We all have our own quirks. Some houses tell jokes. Others have game night, movie night, what have you.

Mine fake meditates in silly hats and then we all pretend to break dance with pants on our heads in our kitchen.

Totally normal, right?

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Dog Weddings.

September 27, 2010 by Queen of Spain 8 Comments

This was the scene in the back seat just moments ago as the puppy and the kindergartener looked at the clouds outside and imagined shapes.

I think that one looks like a parakeet, what do you think Nicky?

And all was well and good.

Until…

Mommy, how do puppies like Nicky get made? I mean, how do they get born?

Cough.

Something something penis. Something something vagina. Something something mostly just like people.

But Mommy, do they have to get married firsts? Do puppies get married?

This is where I realized I had failed my little girl. Or not. She clearly thinks babies only get made if you are married and we all know that’s not exactly true.

While I would love to keep her from sex for as long as possible, I realize that is not practical or fair to her. She should be sexually aware and active when she’s mature enough and ready, and it has nothing to do with holy matrimony.

But if I lied, and she continued to believe babies are only made by married people…would it really be soooooooo bad? Cue evil thoughts.

In the end I told her the truth. Damn my truth telling ways.

No honey, puppies don’t get married. And lots and lots of people with babies don’t get married. All families are different, remember? Not everyone is just like us.

I know Mom. But I like our family the best. I want my bruddur and I wish I could marry him but I can’t so maybe I will marry my new friend Nicole.

That’s just fine honey. You marry who you love or don’t marry at all… and have babies or don’t have babies. It’s all up to you.

It’s up to me? Wow.

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Girl Power

September 1, 2010 by Queen of Spain 6 Comments

I’m sitting here with my son and daughter, watching two WOMEN debate on live television.

I am 35 years old and this is the first time I have watched ONLY women in a political debate.

I love that my daughter is seeing this on the tv at five, not 35.

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I’m Sure He Will Say It’s My Fault…I Taught Her Everything She Knows

August 15, 2010 by Queen of Spain 26 Comments

I just watched my husband spend an entire hour Wii bowling so his daughter could have the sparkly ball.

On the surface you may think “So what?” But this man was just worked over by a five-year old with long eyelashes and an adoring smile.

*crying* Daddy, Jack has the blue sparkly ball and I really want the blue sparkly ball but I can’t get it *sobbing heaves*

It’s the perfect set up. I know it well. She tells him her sorrows. Her horrible, heart wrenching troubles.

*crying* Daddy the blue sparkly ball is so pretty *pauses to sob harder* and I really, really want it but I’ll never get it. Never *more crying*

Then, she moves in for the kill-

*crying* Daddy will you please play my guy so I can get the blue sparkly ball because I really, really, want it *covers faces and heaves for dramatic effect*

And not three minutes later, after a full three minutes of me telling her if she wanted to work hard for the blue sparkly ball I’m sure she could earn it, just like her brother did … her father waltzes into the room.

Baby girl do you want Daddy to get that blue sparkly ball for you?

Head. Desk.

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Happy 4th of July!

July 4, 2010 by Queen of Spain 3 Comments

Filed Under: Count Waffles, Feeling YaYa, Princess Peanut, Stepford Crazies

How My House Votes

June 8, 2010 by Queen of Spain 6 Comments

Go vote. Make your voice heard. Then look at cute puppy and kid photos.

For instance:

I really hope my son doesn’t grow up to be a Republican, and that having a cute dog helps.

This one may be a Republican for a while just to spite me … but she’s already a kick-ass fighter for women’s rights telling her brother “You don’t get to be the boss just because you’re a boy…”

To which her brother replied: “That’s fine Hala, I’ll just use my Jedi mind tricks on you…but they probably won’t work on you because you have a strong Force.”

And then of course… the moral of the day… bipartisanship.

Go vote California.

Filed Under: Count Waffles, Feeling YaYa, Princess Peanut, St. Nicholas Hoots Toots McGee Vest

I Can’t Get No

April 21, 2010 by Queen of Spain 11 Comments

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