tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16639282980629996832024-03-05T01:08:36.513-08:00The Daily GooseWelcome to The Daily Goose. A motherhood blog that chronicles Gigi, aka The Goose, and her siblings... Goosing me daily with antics and misadventures.Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-49023887564129341322012-07-06T13:04:00.000-07:002012-07-06T13:04:15.858-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Wow... A six month hiatus from The Daily Goose. An un-intentional, life just gets busy, kind of hiatus. I bet you were all thinking that The Goose has outgrown her...how do you put it, um....venturesome...behavior?<br />
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Just to put the quandary out of your mind.... The Goose has not gone good. While she HAS made some serious strides in being kind to new friends & friendly by-passers, The Goose is still a wild, tenacious, plucky, but oh-so-adorable little mess,that has brought oodles of laughs at my expense.<br />
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Her hair is getting long, although it's so curly you can't tell. She has learned to bat those big blue eyes, full of mischief - although they trick you into believing that she is not capable of such, and she has learned a million new words. (oh, the horrifically funny things she says... you know, when you shouldn't be laughing, but no force of nature could get you to stop...that kind of funny!)<br />
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Yes, she has done a lot of growing & changing....And all the while, there have been a million moments that I have wanted to share with you. A million ideas to expand this blog. And yet, I've just had some sort of motivational block...well, in the sake of honesty...I've just been busy, as you'd imagine a mom of 5 would be, right?<br />
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But, I've been missing this little blog lately. The creative outlet, the reactions to The Goose's antics, and the THERAPY of just putting all of this out there... You know, those moments when you are faced with such a mess... you have to laugh, or you will cry...<br />
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Parenting The Goose, along with her three big brothers, brings me to this juncture AT LEAST once daily. And somehow, sharing these moments with all of you make these disastrous quips of parenting a little less like an "epic fail" video on YouTube, and more like an endearing clip from Americas Funniest Home Videos. <br />
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So. I have been waiting... While jotting down her crazy quips, and taking pictures of her mini catastrophes...I have been waiting for inspiration. The whopper. The big one. That instant (because it always happens that fast) she does something so rotten, at the worst moment, that brings me to either cry, or blog.<br />
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And here it is....<br />
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Oh lord.... A refrigerator raid of almost epic proportions. (I say almost because she can, and most likely will, top herself)<br />
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As you all remember from the spilled milk posts, raiding the fridge is CLASSIC GOOSIE. It's her <br />
no-fail, go-to move to cause trouble.... And she is good at it.<br />
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I should have known she had vested interest in the frosting I was making this morning (well it's a frosting-like concoction, and a whole other story...but at least it tasted good!). She was watching it so closely whipping in the mixer..... The excited chirps and chatter should have tipped me off!..<br />
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As you might imagine, the summer days with all of the kids home, provides a more-than-ample amount of distractions for The Goose to start trouble. And, let me tell you, she takes full advantage!<br />
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Apparently, the excitement over the "frosting" hadn't included plans to eat it... I think The Goose must have thought it looked a little more like Play-Doh. And boy, was she scheming...<br />
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Somehow, while I was in the process of a minor household task, she managed to sneak to the fridge and slink back to her room un-detected. (Skilled. Stealth. She has this down to an art.)<br />
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Moments later, hearing squeals of delight, I walked into a frosting wonderland.... <br />
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The pictures do not do the occasion justice. It was like walking into a scene right out of Hansel & Gretel. The rest of the brood had found the sugar-coated monstrosity that used-to-be The Goose's room....<br />
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The little punks must have thought they died and went to sugar heaven. 3 boys grazing off the splattered mess with gusto. The dog. The cat....Feasting on the buttery, sugary debris that she left in the wake of her adventure. <br />
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The frosting is on the walls, the curtains, the bed, the bookshelf. It adorns the belly of her favorite baby doll among many other newly candy-coated toys, the mirror, and...God only knows the nooks and crannies I am going to be cleaning frosting out of.<br />
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At some point, my eyes just have to stop taking it all in. And the whole room freezes. Every eye in that whole room is looking at me....3 little boys. The dog. The cat.... they are all waiting to see what I am going to do. And I did the only thing I could do. I called for reinforcement (from Boo.... my oldest child, my rock, my bestie) and we DIED LAUGHING.... because what else can you do? (besides blog about it! *wink)<br />
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<br />Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-63368985801466811012012-01-17T12:16:00.000-08:002012-01-17T12:16:42.192-08:00Coffee Anyone?...For those of you who don't know, I have a love affair with coffee.<br />
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I wake up for that smell, that wonderful first taste... and I don't want to deal with any household happenings until I have been properly caffeinated. There... I said it! Momma doesn't function without her coffee!<br />
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Someday...my little munchkins <b>will</b> figure this out.<br />
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Someday... it <b>will</b> dawn on them that there is a <i><b>magic potion</b></i> which turns Mommy from haggard & snarling into beautiful & caring & ready to handle every ones problems. It's like a real life Disney movie in my own house ... a magical transformation every day! At least that's how it feels after I get my first few sips down.... Have you seen the movie Tangled? Then, um yeah... it's kind of like that...you know what I'm talking about!<br />
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Perhaps my romance with coffee is necessary... My children<i> are</i> known to wake-up at 4:30am... demanding breakfast and engaging themselves in either spats or silliness. (whichever one the morning brings is guaranteed to be over-the-top, wake-up-the-whole-house kind of loud!)<br />
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Honestly, it takes some sort of major caffeine (and more importantly, morning prayer) to slip into "Mom-Mode" and shrug off the fact that I would like to wake up with my normal time-zone!<br />
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So, how does The Goose fit into all of this "coffee talk"?... Do you suppose at the age of 2, she has me figured out already? After all, she <i>is</i> a bit smart for her own good. (MY own good is more like it)<br />
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Maybe she thinks that the magic potion that puts mommy in a good mood every morning, will also make me less aggravated at all of her miss-adventures. After all, she has raided the fridge, pantry, and bathroom multiple times today.<br />
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Or maybe, this is the beginning of a brilliant idea to steal some of these <i>magic bean</i>s for her plastic pretend coffee pot. Of which, I thought was SO cute & a must have Christmas present...was <b>not</b> one of my better gift ideas. Seriously, the child will go to <i>any </i>length to gather <i>any</i> sort of liquid for this thing... But that is a whole other story!<br />
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Truth is, I have NO idea what she thinks she is doing here, but she has certainly inspired me to get back to blogging... It's been far too long, and I have many stories to catch up on.<br />
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In fact, I could sit and write for hours upon hours, about the rotten things The Goose has been up to lately... But for now, I think I will go have another cup of coffee!Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-25361591977318181072011-11-01T07:49:00.000-07:002011-11-01T07:49:27.750-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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Well... let me tell ya. We have been busy around here. And of course, The Goose's antics have plenty to do with that. (I have to say, that I've been a little slow on the draw... getting pictures taken in the moment. Somehow a blog post about getting "Goosed" isn't quite the same without a photo to go along with!)<br />
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We've been keeping busy around the house. Among other things on the home-front, I've been cooking more from scratch, drowning in laundry, and making an attempt to keep up with the yard. (Ugh... first it rained a <b>million</b> acorns, and now we are halfway through a <b>billion </b>leaves.)<br />
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Try as I might to stay a step ahead, they keep getting the better of me. I think The Goose might have noticed. Here she is trying to help...<br />
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You can tell that she is really determined . She was working so hard at getting those leaves pulled up... check out her feet. She was giving it everything she had, and I was just rolling with laughter watching her.<br />
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It didn't last though... after a few minutes, she gave up to go play "golf" on the front porch (hey a big stick works for a club, right?) while mom finished up. Can't say that I blame her!<br />
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Thank goodness Dear Daddy will be home soon to give us girls a break ;)Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-3116195034186546752011-09-23T08:18:00.000-07:002011-09-23T08:18:09.972-07:00potty business...While I am not formally "potty training" The Goose at the moment, I do exploit any interest she has in the toilet with excitement and encouragement... After all, she is my last one in diapers & it will be a happy day when we no longer have that expense. Changing poopy pants isn't exactly fun either, right?<br />
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So yesterday, The Goose decided to barge into the bathroom while I was in the shower. Uh oh... we all know this means trouble! (If you are new here, go through the older posts until you find the story about the mascara wand being used for a toilet bowl brush... It's one of her best.)<br />
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In attempt to distract her from all of my cosmetic goodies, I let her brush her teeth. This is one of her favorite things to do & it usually keeps her busy for awhile. (I'm thinking at least until I get done with my shower.) All was going well, until I hear the toilet lid... Oh crap. Oh crap.... what did she throw in there?<br />
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In that split second, I am imagining all sorts of items she could have tossed in & simultaneously remembering the mascara incident. (yes, I am scarred over that one.) So I pop my head out to see what kind of "cosmetic soup" she was cooking up in the toilet and.....<br />
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Surprise!... She was trying to sit on the potty! Ding Ding Ding.... a perfect potty training opportunity and I am stuck in the shower. Go figure. Not wanting her to get hurt, I told her.... "Why don't you sit on the frog (pictured below) and go potty?" And she says "Ok!.....Mom." (She always has a long pause in between what she tells you and your name, which cracks me up!)<br />
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So she moves over to the frog potty as I stick my head back under the shower to rinse all of the soap out of my hair... I am thinking, Yes! This kid is so smart, she's going to potty train herself.<br />
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Clearly, she had the right idea, but is a little misinformed...<br />
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After a quick rinse, I poke my head back out & there is The Goose.... Slightly straddling the frog potty, and sticking out her tummy & would-be boy parts...."Goin peeeee....Mama!" she tell me ever so proudly, as it's running down her legs.<br />
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Ummm...I guess this is what happens when a plucky little girl has three big brothers! Oh lord, I was laughing so hard, my stomach was hurting... So even though I had a lovely puddle to clean up off the bathroom floor, I'm counting this as progress!<br />
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If you have a funny potty training story, I'd love to read it! Have a great weekend friends!Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-80431567057954183512011-09-18T18:27:00.000-07:002011-09-18T18:27:38.409-07:00The Goose And The Broken Eggs....I have few words for this....<br />
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The irony is that we were all watching Problem Child 2 when she toddled in to grab a brand new carton of eggs... Is that a bad omen? I wonder if that movie with the adorable little girl with the huge frown gave my little Goose some inspiration? Like <b>that's</b> all she needs!<br />
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Needless to say, I have shiny floors and a ton of towels to wash. (Yep, it's been one of those days.)Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-87787047616302202362011-09-14T08:17:00.000-07:002011-09-14T08:17:59.059-07:00With fall starting to settle in, The Goose has been catching some extra Z's in the morning... which is a nice treat in comparison to the 5 a.m. ~footsteps trucking down the hall~ alarm, that woke me nearly every morning this summer. Oh yeah, 5 a.m. & right in the middle of that perfect sleep. Thank goodness for coffee, or I would be a zombie.<br />
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The extra time has been nice this school year, as I have 3 little boys to get ready. Thank goodness for Boo's help, or we would never get out the door! So naturally, without a peep from The Goose this morning, I am trucking along the morning routine thinking she's sound asleep...Until I get to the kitchen & hear giggles bounding down the stairs from The Goose's room. Uh Oh. This usually means trouble. And then I hear a second voice...<br />
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Her dear brother Munchie Brown (technically, his name is Chase, but we rarely go by names around here!) had decided to sneak upstairs and wake her up. Lil stinker. So I hear them, full of chatter & giggles... and decided to give them a few minutes since they were obviously working on something big. (I at least want to get dressed before opening the door and discovering whatever disaster was awaiting me!)<br />
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So after I'm decent, I head over to The Goose's room, ready to fling the door open & catch my little turkeys by surprise. There is nothing better than the faces they make when they get busted right in the middle of doing something rotten!<br />
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Thankfully, they heard my footsteps & beat me to the punch. The Goose comes running out the door, excitedly stomping her feet in this little jiggy dance, and she says "MOM!! Tea Party, eat Cookies!" Munchie Brown isn't far behind her & he says "Mama, we made you a tea party."<br />
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It's complete with a candlestick and everything. Isn't this the sweetest thing ever?.....<br />
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At the start of this week, she spent a lot of time looking for Chase. He was the last one to head back to school, and I think she is a little bored without him. Apparently, my attempts at playing with choo choo trains are just NOT the same! So how bored could one little girl be?....<br />
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Can you believe your eyes?.... Yes, that is The Goose doing laundry, and I'm wondering if I should be buying a lottery ticket. She must have been either really bored, or been feeling extremely generous to take a break from plundering the pantry and spilling anything liquid from the fridge! (You know, her usual forms of entertainment.)<br />
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Now, if we could just work out some kind of arrangement on doing the dishes.... life would be great! LOL!<br />
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Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-86336537943953527102011-08-23T08:53:00.000-07:002011-08-23T08:53:55.628-07:00A Day Out With The Goose....Saturday brought us some errands to run, which is always an adventure with The Goose! We started at the walk-in clinic to get a sports physical for Boo. (Boo is big sister Haley... I told you, everyone has a nickname in this house!) Of course, The Goose wanted to touch and climb on everything. Keeping her distracted didn't last long, but we gave it our best attempt...<br />
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A cell phone doubled as a mini computer for a short little stretch. Naturally, being as animated as she is... you can bet that The Goose has a big & vivid imagination. We were rolling at how prim & proper her gestures were, and I wish I could know what little vignette she had going on in that cute curly head of hers.<br />
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Next, she decided to take Mama's picture....<br />
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"Say CHEESE!" she tells me... I'm sure this is because I always have my cell phone camera in her face, doing my best to capture all of her blog-worthy moments.<br />
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Yep, this is pretty much where the fun in the doctors office stopped. It only lasted about 5 minutes. The rest of the visit was spent tearing her off medical equipment, and prying her out of the under sink storage cabinet. Fortunately, the wait wasn't terribly long. I have a feeling The Goose's screeching protests on behaving had something to do with that!<br />
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Next stop was some errands at Village Pointe. I love this shopping center, and wish it weren't so far away. During warm weather, they have a concert series on Saturday nights.<br />
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They have bubbles blowing everywhere, face painting for the kiddos, and dancing. A perfect environment for The Goose to stink face everyone she sees. Here are some of the best examples of the evening....<br />
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First, a general overview of all the by-passers. She had this expression for a good five minutes or so, checking everyone out. I love seeing people chuckle at her as they are walking by.<br />
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Next was a good ole stare down with another little tyke. She's usually pretty nice to other "babies", so I have no idea what this poor little guy would have done to deserve this.<br />
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Before heading home, we thought it would be fun to take her up close to the stage to watch the band & see all the people having fun dancing. Her expression was priceless....<br />
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A music critic and a dance snob.... Just like her Dear Daddy. Had he been there, I don't think he could have been more proud!Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-64278998149898712652011-08-17T15:06:00.000-07:002011-08-17T15:06:03.523-07:00Shopping with The Goose today... Of course we had to get her all gussied up! Naturally, she is a pill... With all her opinions on what she likes and what she doesn't. How can she be so picky already? Actually, it's quite funny to hear her throw in her two-cents on everything from shoes to clothes to food; and I often hear by-passers giggling at her commentary. Of course, she was NOT FRIENDLY to strangers who took a notion to gush over her outfit. I wonder what she thinks of these people (not much, judging by her facial expressions) and thank God that she is not yet at an age to pop off at the mouth. I just hope when <i>that</i> day comes her Dear Daddy is with us... I do <i>not</i> want to miss seeing him double over in laughter!<br />
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So...I won the battle over sparkly shoes, compromised on some clothes, but totally lost a war over lip gloss. Secretly I'm ok with this... After three bouncing boys, I was ready for a girly girl. Since she is more rotten than all three of those boys put together, and not exactly a dainty, demure little thing... I am always delighted and ready to indulge her interest in sparkles, ruffles, and lip gloss!<br />
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Here she is with her loot...<br />
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Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-41454334623513390572011-08-15T15:09:00.000-07:002011-08-15T15:09:26.696-07:00By now, I should know better than to think that The Goose is EVER doing what she should be.<br />
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Before I continue with the story, let me note, that I am not one of those moms that uses the TV as a constant babysitter. But sometimes a mother just needs to get some things done. So the other day, I tucked her into her brother's bedroom to watch one of her favorite movies. Blanket & sippy cup in hand, she happily settled right in. Or so I thought....<br />
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It wasn't but a few minutes later, as I was sweeping under the dining room table, that I heard the screaming.<br />
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I could tell it wasn't an "I'm hurt" scream, (big sigh of relief there) but it also wasn't her angry scream. (Her angry scream is her most used tactic on her brothers in getting her own way. It is so forceful and loud, that most often they give in to her because: A. It is seriously so deafening, one will do nearly anything to get her to stop immediately; B. After hearing this banshee like screaming, they don't even want to imagine what kind of wrath is to follow; or C. She is so good at such a production, that they figure they'll get blamed for whatever it is she's crying about.)<br />
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So naturally, even though I'm not in a panic, I run to see what the problem might be. And here I found her....<br />
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She had climbed all the way up the dresser. And got herself stuck. I'm not sure if she was trying to change the movie, or just wanting to push buttons. With The Goose, who knows?<br />
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But as scary as this is, (a million different what if's and other worries flash through my head) I have to admit I had a total "bad parent" moment. I mean, I had to get a chuckle out of her situation AND I made her suffer there an extra 20 seconds while I snapped a picture. You can tell by her face, she is totally giving me that "what is wrong with you, get over here and help me already" look. I know, I know... bad parent moment. But really, she did <b>get her own goose</b> this time! How often do I get to say that?Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-36836266136365053502011-08-11T07:27:00.000-07:002011-08-11T07:27:21.642-07:00Fiesta!The Goose likes to get into things. Things that she shouldn't... Like Mom's cosmetic bag (we've demonstrated the wrath that brings), or her sister's room (post on that one coming soon), or... The pantry.<br />
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Along with the fridge and the bathroom, the pantry is one of The Goose's favorite places to cause trouble. Do you suppose this is a preliminary interest in culinary adventures? Or is it more like mastering the art of domestic monstrosities? Probably a little of both, huh?<br />
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Usually, The Goose is fairly pronounced about the things she gets into. Often when I catch her tinkering with something she shouldn't, she takes off running.... laughing hysterically until I catch her. If she's in a more serious mood, instead of laughter she will protest relentlessly. I usually find this hilarious, which makes her even more angry. (I guess one of us is always getting the other's goose!)<br />
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But yesterday, The Goose took this pantry maraud to a whole new level!<br />
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Yes, here she is... with taco seasoning she took from the pantry. And she's hiding out with it.... IN THE CLOSET!<br />
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She was having a grand ole time... sprinkling it on some clothes she took out of the drawers, smearing it on the floor, and also eating it. (Gross) Her breath smelled like onion and chili powder for the rest of the day. That was a lovely little bonus!<br />
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You know it's bad when you have a child that gets in to everything. But it's REALLY bad when they have the forethought to plunder your stuff and then hide out with it. And God help me, this child is barely 2 years old!<br />
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On the bright side... while I'm sure The Goose (who beleaguers this house with a military like force) will create many more disasters in the wake of this revelation... She will also create many more stories to share with all of you... So at least these adventures (um, maybe undertakings is a better word) are good for something, right?Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-15989699258160958222011-08-09T18:36:00.000-07:002011-08-10T05:59:40.680-07:00Busted!...Thought you all might like to know that my assumption the other day was correct....<br />
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Here she is, at it again.... Who needs a sippy when you can chug it right from the carton? Thankfully, this gallon is towards the bottom, so no mess. (Is it a problem that I've just busted my 2 year old drinking out of the milk jug & I'm actually <b>pleased</b>, since there is no disaster in the wake of this?) Seriously... you might expect this out of a teenage boy. But a tiny little 2 year old girl.... <b>Only The Goose!</b><br />
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My apologies for the short commentary this evening, it's been a long & busy day. I don't know about Gigi, but MY goose is cooked... I'm sure she will conjure up more antics for me to share tomorrow!Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-42704319619499366182011-08-08T17:37:00.000-07:002011-08-08T17:37:40.431-07:00The PedicureCleaning up after dinner should be a relatively easy task. Right? Not where The Goose is concerned! Instead this equates to Mom being distracted for a few minutes. Aka.....Prime time for causing trouble!<br />
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As I'm doing the dishes, The Goose must have decided to give herself a makeover.<br />
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Here she is, proudly painting her toes. Is it me, or are the curls of her hair looking a little like devilish horns today? Of course, she is proud as a peacock of the masterpiece that she has created. "Mom! Look at Dis.. my TOES!!!" Then she stands up, and shows me that she has also adorned her belly.<br />
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Oh My! She is just so tickled with herself, never mind the mess she has just created for me. So what is an exhausted mom to do in a moment such as this?<br />
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Well, after all the antics she puts me through.... She owes me a pedicure at least. Don't you think?Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-37898282743630933192011-08-05T19:14:00.000-07:002011-08-05T19:14:42.779-07:00The Goose is a milk junkie. The amount of milk that this child consumes in a day is crazy. Even more amazing, is that she can chug a sippy full of milk in seconds. One of these days I'm going to time her with a stop watch. I'm not kidding, she could challenge a house of frat boys in a chugging contest and make them look like chumps. (Lets just hope that this is a skill that she never realizes!)<br />
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So this habit is getting seriously expensive, and I've been spending the last couple of days trying to put her through a milk detox program. Easy enough concept, right? And yes, I've tried the obvious... Offer something different to drink... Distract her with something fun to do... Cut her off, put my foot down, & just say no... <b>yeah right</b>.<br />
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If you've been following along with the blog, I'm sure it comes as no surprise when I say that The Goose is: independent, determined, & tenacious; among many other wonderful things. This translates into many leadership qualities, that will serve her well, I'm sure. But the translation <b>right now</b> means "Give me what I want, or I WILL find a way to do it myself." Let me just say that this has been a battle of wills all day long!<br />
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It doesn't matter the subject... When I say no, The Goose takes that as a start point for negotiations. Naturally, I got rebuttals and arguments this morning when I said "Enough milk, let's try something else." By mid-day, she resorted to some pretty good temper tantrums when I offered juice and water in her sippy cup.<br />
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By this evening, she concluded that her normal fluency in getting her own way was not going to work, so she tried a new approach... After two cups of milk with in the hour prior, I cut her off again. So The Goose toddled off into the kitchen, and brought back the entire gallon of milk.<br />
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(I wonder what goes through her mind as she does this? Perhaps she thinks I'm just tired...After all The Goose has been at it double time today, and she wants to do me a favor. Maybe she's proud of herself for taking such initiative...What a "can-do" attitude, right? More than likely, it's more like "get me my freakin milk, woman!" Yep. That last one is probably right.)<br />
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So while I was giggling at my adorable curly-headed girl, I gently told her no. I got up, put the milk away & brought her back some juice. After all, I am determined to get this habit under control.<br />
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Surprisingly enough, there were no arguments or tears. She toddled off into the kitchen to get her favorite blanket. Here I am, thinking "success!" we've made considerable progress. Now you know what this means..... <b>Yep. I got goosed</b>.<br />
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Uh yea... It wasn't but a short time later, while I was helping one of her brothers log on to a computer game... she just went and took matters into her own hands.<br />
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(I have a feeling that she decided to bypass the sippy cup, and down it right from the jug. Sadly enough, she has done that before. But it worked much better because the jug was less than 1/4 full. This one had quite a bit left, so it probably got too heavy.)<br />
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So this is how I found her, I don't know if you can see it in the picture, but she has a towel & was trying to scrub up the mess. (I gotta give her that at least.) I got another towel, and finished cleaning up the ocean of milk on my floor. As I am wringing out the towel in the sink... I feel the familiar clanking of an empty sippy cup on my hip and The Goose starts in: "Milkeeeey...MAMA!"<br />
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Ok, Goose.... You win!<br />
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Goodnight friends... The Goose & I will catch up with you after the weekend!Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-187569879804204302011-08-04T05:39:00.000-07:002011-08-04T05:39:48.448-07:00Technical difficultiesHello All!<br />
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Yesterday I had a brilliant idea... but brilliant ideas never work out for me. It's been a busy couple of days, so I thought I would just jot down a quick little blurb and share the most hilarious video of The Goose's version of hide -n- seek. Simple, right? Oh no. I spent THREE hours trying to get than darn video from my phone to the computer. Technology is wonderful until it fails, or in my case, you can't figure it out. In computer years, (like dog years) ours is ancient. So I'm thinking outdated software is to blame. But than again, it could be the user.<br />
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And in the three hours I spent trying to get this video up, I could have written about something else. (I'm sorry!) But it was a battle of wills between my self, the phone, and the computer. I don't know who won, but it wasn't me. I give. One of these days I will figure it out, and will share the video with you. It really is cute!<br />
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So, I will leave you with a small sweet sentiment. (The Goose has plenty of those to share too.) This is her leading prayer at the dinner table. After saying prayer and starting dinner, apparently The Goose didn't think we'd done a good enough job! She threw her hands upwards towards the sky and slowly brought them down...<b>dramatically </b>closing her eyes, she starts: "Thank....babble babble....Jesus...babble......food...ahh-MEN!!"<br />
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The "AMEN" at the end is loud and huge, because The Goose doesn't do anything small.I tried to catch her arms stretched out, but she was bringing them together when I finally got the picture snapped. Seriously, she looked like a dramatic TV evangelist, we were rolling!<br />
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Have A Blessed Day!Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-56209411270075056232011-08-02T18:14:00.000-07:002011-08-02T18:14:58.545-07:00Mean Mug and Medicine...Jen G... You inspired me on this one, so here is a post about the famous scowl!<br />
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<div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I thought you all might like to know, that Gigi encompasses "goose" any which way you look at it. Geese can be downright mean. And for those of you who have met The Goose, you might have noticed that she's not always so friendly at first. A first greeting usually consists of an encounter with her scowl. Here at the nest, we call it her "mean mug".~This comes standard issue from the Aller side.~</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I've yet to figure this out.. Perhaps she's wondering what your story is? It could be that she's trying to decide if you're worthy of her attention, or a way to keep people out of her bubble. Or... it could be a dominance thing. She might be sizing you up to decide if she can take you down. Seriously. It wouldn't surprise me if one of these days she punched a sweet old lady full of "Hi Sweeties" and "Aren't you cute"s right in the mouth. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">You might know, she is just a treat to take shopping. I mean what else would you expect out of this child, right? I'm going to go ahead and chalk this behavior up to the "stranger danger" phase that most kids go through, so this isn't all a bad thing... On a side note, if The Goose did this while out with her Daddy... I'm <b>100% certain</b> that this would be one of his PROUDEST moments as her parent.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I, on the other hand, have dealt with her lack of grace for well meaning strangers one too many times. The classic response to her mean mug is: "well aren't you a serious little thing?". But I have gotten a "What's she doing?" or "Is she ok?". And I've had a person just flat out do an about face once in awhile, nothing more said.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Most often, I just apologize and tell the sweet onlookers that "she's just tired" or "grumpy". I genuinely feel bad, as these people have gone out of there way to tell me what a cute little girl I have, and here she is giving them her best Walter Matthau impression. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Occasionally, she adds some theatrics to the show. Scrunching up her face worse than normal and tacking on a scratchy "NO!". A time or two she has thrown an object, aiming for the person who is clearly a donkey in her opinion.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">But so far, nothing beats the time she goosed the most adorable older man, who was approaching her in my favorite thrift shop, telling her what a cutie she is. Mean mug going in full force, she slowly blinked her eyes, opened her mouth.... and let out the loudest, most blood curdling scream you have ever heard. Not a cry, but a deliberate, controlled, "I'm gonna come at you like a spider monkey" kind of scream. This sent every eye in the store straight to our direction. Seriously, he turned a million shades of red, and so did I. He didn't stick around to let me apologize. No doubt embarrassed, likely wondering if the bystanders thought he was trying to kidnap her or something, he promptly left. I'm surprised he didn't have a heart attack. </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I'm sure Dear Daddy would have been doubled up in laughter for quite a spell, but I on the other hand, was mortified that my little girl would <b>waylay</b> such a sweet old man. So you see, she even gooses strangers. You just never know what she's capable of. It really wouldn't surprise me if she hauled off and hit some unsuspecting stranger with a dose of "the medicine" right across the smacker.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
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</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">Oh yes, the "medicine" is a favorite in her arsenal of antics and ambushes. She mostly pulls this trick out on her brothers though. I'll share more on the medicine in a post coming soon...We're going to have to drag Uncle B. into that story! </div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">For now, I will leave you with one last mean mug.</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">~Larissa</div>Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-54861333632566456422011-08-01T17:27:00.000-07:002011-08-01T17:27:51.418-07:00The Inspiration...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROKeP-fReywiOsfKuAKXMXBZAFRDrNPLXseuCEar6dvruKUWbbPaMGCs3rgLpHvhdL9tIcO5a8hFWgG9x8zdL0wyVjV2cmsrbCH_hhy_VWI9a3sGmnpnl6olMzelTu1iV9s4vuj9Yb4s/s1600/01Gigi+in+mascara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgROKeP-fReywiOsfKuAKXMXBZAFRDrNPLXseuCEar6dvruKUWbbPaMGCs3rgLpHvhdL9tIcO5a8hFWgG9x8zdL0wyVjV2cmsrbCH_hhy_VWI9a3sGmnpnl6olMzelTu1iV9s4vuj9Yb4s/s320/01Gigi+in+mascara.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"></div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Here it is... the event that started this whole blogging adventure. Yes, that's my mascara....in the toilet. I know...the HORROR! If there are any guy readers out there, this is pretty much the equivalent of a toothbrush in the toilet...DISGUSTING!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">First, let me disclaim that upon entering the bathroom...my cosmetic bag is kept zipped, and tucked away in a drawer. This is not a mere easy grab, "ooops it fell into the potty & look what happened" kind of thing. Oh no... this is deliberate. Now ~<b>why~ </b>The Goose chooses mascara over all of the other pretty trinkets and treasures, I have no idea. (Honestly, it scares me to think of all of the obscure things that will cross her mind over the years.)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">You should know this is not the first time she's decided to gussy-up our porcelain thrown. Facebook friends, you might remember my post about her mistaking my mascara wand for a toilet bowl brush...that was several days ago. This photo was taken last night. Yeah. She got me twice with the same goose...SHE'S THAT GOOD.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"> The first time she graced me with a bathroom makeover, I just had to vent. This wasn't the first time she goosed me that particular day. She started that morning with a bang, and so the afternoon continued, getting into this & climbing on that. (sorry to be so vague, but it's all material for future posts!...) So when I walked into the bathroom to discover not one, but two tubes of mascara in the toilet & half the room painted black... I wanted to scream. Or cuss. Or drink. Or just walk away and pretend that I don't live here... Just kidding. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">But I did laugh, and yell. And laughed again. I mean, you HAVE to laugh, or go insane. Not that it's funny that things get ruined or wasted, or that it's literally impossible to stay one step ahead of this kid... but it is funny that this tiny little 2-year old, wild as a march hare, is capable of all these things. Like sitcom funny....(any TV producers out there?)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">So all I could think to do was blurb about it on Facebook. When I talk about Gigi, "rotten" is almost always included in the sentence. People smile and laugh... but really have no idea! Aside from close friends and family, I kept most of her antics to myself, but this particular day... I just had to get it off my chest. And I'm glad I did.</div><div class="" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;">Thank you to those who encouraged me to start this blog about her daily misadventures... I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. And... I hope that The Goose will someday look at it, get a kick out of herself during her toddler years, and brace herself for the payback (that I am already plotting) for when she has a little flock of her own.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Larissahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02587927106526278877noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1663928298062999683.post-66807836929008019602011-07-31T18:45:00.000-07:002011-07-31T18:45:03.356-07:00Meet The Goose...Well, I'm not sure there is a proper way to introduce such a force to be reckoned with, but I will do my absolute best. Blog-o-sphere, meet The Goose. Most people call her Gigi, which is short for Genevieve. But at home we call her "The Goose". Yep... she's that kind of kid. A glorious, wild, fearless, adorable... mess! <div><br />
</div><div>A common phrase you might hear at our house sounds like "Hey, go see what The Goose is doing!" or "The Goose is up from her nap." And in case you are wondering, she answers to Goose or Goosie. We call her Goosie so often, it's surprising that she knows that her name is Gigi, but the first rule that any of my kids learn, or pets for that matter, is to answer to a trillion nicknames. (Those of you who know us well are probably getting a chuckle right now, and for the rest of you, I'll fill you in on another post later!) I don't know where the nicknames come from, they just happen. And somehow they just fit.</div><div><br />
</div><div>When Gigi was born, we already had her name picked out... Genevieve Joy. Named after my dearest friend Jen, and my amazing mother in law P. (Her middle name is Joy.) But the first day I saw her, "Baby Goose" just came out of my mouth... and the Goose part stuck. But just look at the definition of Goose... this is SO Gigi!!</div><div>From freedictionary.com:</div><div><br />
</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial;"><span class="hw" style="font-weight: bold;">goose</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial;"><object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,0,0" height="21" style="margin-bottom: 1px; margin-left: 1px; margin-right: 1px; margin-top: 1px;" width="13"><embed src="http://img.tfd.com/m/sound.swf" flashvars="sound_src=http://img.tfd.com/hm/mp3/G0196900.mp3" menu="false" width="13" height="21" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"></object></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial;"><span class="pron" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 158, 131); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; cursor: pointer;">(g<img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/oomacr.gif" />s)</span></span><div class="pseg" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial;"><i>n.</i> <i>pl.</i> <b>geese</b> <span class="pron" style="border-bottom-color: rgb(128, 158, 131); border-bottom-style: dashed; border-bottom-width: 1px; cursor: pointer;">(g<img align="absbottom" src="http://img.tfd.com/hm/GIF/emacr.gif" />s)</span><div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>1.</b><div class="sds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>a. </b>Any of various wild or domesticated water birds of the family Anatidae, and especially of the genera <i>Anser</i> and <i>Branta,</i> characteristically having a shorter neck than that of a swan and a shorter, more pointed bill than that of a duck.</div><div class="sds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>b. </b>The female of such a bird.</div><div class="sds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>c. </b>The flesh of such a bird used as food.</div></div><div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>2. </b><i>Informal</i> A silly person.</div><div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>3. </b><i>pl.</i> <b>goos·es</b> A tailor's pressing iron with a long curved handle.</div><div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>4. </b><i>Slang</i> A poke, prod, or pinch between or on the buttocks.</div></div><div class="pseg" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-family: Arial;"><i>tr.v.</i> <b>goosed</b>, <b>goos·ing</b>, <b>goos·es</b> <i>Slang</i><div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>1. </b>To poke, prod, or pinch (a person) between or on the buttocks.</div><div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>2. </b>To move to action; spur: <span class="illustration" style="color: #226699; font-style: italic;">goosed the governor to sign the tax bill.</span></div><div class="ds-list" style="margin-left: 1cm;"><b>3. </b>To give a spurt of fuel to (a car, for example); cause to accelerate quickly.</div></div></div><div><br />
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<div>Now let me point out the obvious. Gigi is silly... Crazy, nutty, all over the place silly....a silly goose! She keeps this whole house in stitches. And she is constantly moving herself in action, or spurring someone else into action. She is non-stop. Always going going going.... and always there is a disaster in her wake. Which brings us to the second part of the definition... getting goosed! </div><div><br />
</div><div>A poke, prod, or pinch between or on the buttocks. Uh Huh, the moment of my day (and yes there is at least one moment every day) that I am figuratively goosed by this child. I'm going along my day, things are getting done...everything is under control... and WHOOP! When I am least expecting it, The Goose gets the better of me...and creates some sort of calamity for me to take care of.</div><div><br />
</div><div> Now, mind you, The Goose does nothing small. Nothing half way. If she is going to make a mess, it WILL be of epic proportions. I mean, to the point that you want to laugh & cry (and I often do) at the same time. Definitel<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;">y picture worthy... Which brings me here. This stuff is just to good not to blog about.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><br />
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