Nissa is one unique character. Most days she loves her dinosaurs; stomping around and roaring like a big t-rex. But then there's other days like monday: she was in undies and a t-shirt for other reasons, pulled on her tutu and insisted on listening to ballet music only. Of course we danced with each other and the dinosaurs. Couldn't leave them out!

And so it begins. Last night nissa woke up around 3am asking for daddy. When he didnt come up, i assumed he was asleep and went in myself. I was greeted with louder wails, only daddy would do. I was not acceptable. I know she will be a daddy's girl, i just wasnt expecting it so soon or so harshly. Boo.

I hope not every pregnant mom experiences this morning workout: abs of steel, dry heaves in the shower.

Roses are peonies

We are eating lunch and she is carrying on about all that she sees. I tell her that i see a sandwich with her name on it that needs to be eaten. "where? Where?" in your hand. "where? Where?" oh, not literally, i was just joking. Hee hee.

I'm carrying a bag of groceries with bottles of 7up inside. Nissa looks up and asks, "do you have beers?" no, nissa, just soda.