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Handprint Menorah Craft

When I was interviewing an interfaith family this week, the mother told me her son had made a menorah out of handprints at his preschool. I thought that was such a cute idea. It was definitely something I wanted to do for my in-laws, who are Jewish.

So, today on our way home from my sister-in-law’s house, we stopped by Hobby Lobby and grabbed some supplies. We spent around $10 after two 40% off coupons for two canvases (two pack for $3.99), 2 bottles of paint and a pack of brushes. I didn’t realize the yellow paint was more expensive but, I figure we’ll be able to use the paint and brushes for many, many other projects, so spending $10 isn’t too bad.

Lucy was psyched to paint. She talked about this the whole way home. Thankfully, it was only about a 10 minute drive. :) After we cleared a space on the table, we put down some paper towels and got to work. The first step was to paint her hands. Rather than painting both and then putting them both down at the same time, we did them one at a time. I think that was much easier for a toddler. Mom tip of the day. You’re welcome.

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We put her left hand down first and then the right, putting her right thumb on top of the print from her left thumb, which made a candle holder for the middle menorah candle.

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While Joe washed Lucy’s hands, I painted the base for the menorah. It was fairly simple, which is saying something coming from someone who has no artistic abilities whatsoever. I just painted a line from one hand to the other, then added a thick base. Then, Joe and Lucy added the flames.

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Want to see the finished product??

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Seriously, how cute is that?? And the best part is that it only took about 10 minutes to make! I have plans now for a Christmas-themed painting, which we’ll do when Lucy gets back from her trip with the grandparents this weekend. Can’t wait!

Lucy’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Birthday

My sweet girl turned 3 on Wednesday (seriously, WHERE does the time go??), and we had an awesome day planned. After she played for a while in the Power Wheel we got her, we were going to grab donuts for breakfast (our tradition), and head up to Dalton to watch trains and let her take pictures with her new camera.

After Lucy went to bed on Tuesday night, we set to work wrapping presents and putting her car together. I set up a pretty nice display with which to surprise her the next morning and headed to bed.

Around midnight, Joe woke me screaming that Lucy was having trouble breathing. He gave her to me and called 911. Apparently, she had been pointing at her mouth and nodded when Joe asked if she had swallowed something though, of course, we had no idea what it might have been. We were scared to death. I seriously have never been that scared in my entire life.

Lucy calmed down a bit when she saw her gifts, so we rushed her to the car and sped to the hospital. When we got there, they didn’t seem to think there was anything seriously wrong with her (um, HELLO, my daughter said she swallowed something and was still having some trouble breathing), and we ended up waiting for more than an hour in the waiting room. Once we were taken back, we waited another 30 minutes or so for her nurse to come in. Joe had to actually go out twice to ask if our daughter was going to be seen.

When the nurse walked in, she saw Lucy walking around and said, “Oh, she’s fine.” Let me tell you, this momma was LIVID. She listened to Lucy’s heart and lungs, and then left. I was pretty P.O.’d by then and told Joe in no uncertain terms that we were never going to our local hospital again. We’ve never had a good experience there, and this just sealed the deal.

So, we waited. And, we waited. And, we waited. I went out and asked WHEN the doctor was going to come in and was told that Lucy was on the list to be seen. Obviously. However, a time frame would be awesome.

We waited another 20 minutes, and when Joe went back out to the desk, he was told it would be another 30-60 minutes before Lucy would be seen. So, we decided to leave and go to one of the hospitals in Rome.

Once we arrived, the girl at the front desk took one look at Lucy and called back, telling them there was a croupy child they needed to come get. Now, I know there wasn’t anyone else waiting, but I was impressed with their staff from the get-go.

When we got to our room, we had three nurses taking care of Lucy, and the doctor came in about 10 minutes later. She had an xray taken (and, apparently, Lucy had to be strapped to a chair with her arms held up because she wouldn’t stand still — definitely nothing that would hurt her but she was pretty traumatized by it) and diagnosed Lucy with croup. She gave her a steroid shot (traumatizing event No. 2) and a prescription for an antibiotic, and sent us on our way.

We got home around 6 a.m. and, after we let Lucy sit in her car and open her presents, we crashed for a few hours.

When we woke up, we tried to salvage Lucy’s day and took her to breakfast at Waffle House (her request). Afterward, we ran a few errands (and picked up a new toy for her) and then came home to nap. Then, we took her to Chili’s for dinner where the staff sang to her and gave her a brownie sundae. She was thrilled!

So, I think we made up for how her birthday began. We ended up having a really nice day celebrating our little girl.

How my Child Voted for the Wrong Candidate

I’m a big proponent of teaching kids the importance of voting early. Ever since Lucy was born, I’ve taken her with me every Election Day.

This, however, was her first Presidential election. In 2008, she hadn’t been conceived. I was excited to take her, and she was pumped to “vote for Daddy!” Luckily, with the number of people who voted early, we were in and out in about 10 minutes, which was nice considering it was rainy and dreary.

When we got to the voting machine, Lucy wanted to push the button, something I had planned to let her do anyway to involve her in the process. I showed her who to vote for (Barack Obama, for those who are curious), and she pushed the button — for Mitt Romney! I pushed the “previous” button and tried to fix the mistake. Wasn’t happening.

So, I went to the end of the ballot, followed the instructions to fix a vote by clicking the race and — BAM! My ballot was submitted. With a vote for the last person on Earth I would want to be President.

I think everyone in the precinct heard me gasp, and I rushed Lucy out, lecturing her along the way. But, when it comes down to it, it wasn’t her fault. I was the one who let her vote. And, though my mistaken vote makes my stomach churn, I get a bit of peace in knowing that, as a Georgia resident, my vote wouldn’t have mattered anyway. A Democratic candidate doesn’t stand a chance here in the deep South.

But, as we watch the election returns tonight, I will be watching our state’s results closely. My Dad said it would be hilarious if the entire election came down to one vote in Georgia. In that case, I’d be writing a book titled “How My Toddler Decided the Presidential Election”.

That won’t happen. Now, I can only hope that, as Lucy exuberantly said as we left our precinct, “We’re gonna win!”

Let Me See That Tootsie Roll

We had a fabulous Halloween, and my little Tootsie Roll stole the show at every event. As I mentioned before, she won second place at this year’s Kiddie Day Parade, which she was SUPER excited about.

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Then, there was the costume contest at our favorite Mexican place. There were 5-6 kids in the contest, and before the judging began, Lucy won over the audience by dancing along to the karaoke singers. So, it was no surprise that she won the contest by an overwhelming vote. It wasn’t close and, really, it wasn’t fair to the other kids. I mean, just look at the cuteness! Apparently, one of the older girls wasn’t happy that Lucy won, as you can see in the third photo. I didn’t realize that until now. Oh well. That’s what happens when you compete against an adorable toddler!

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On Halloween, Joe left work early, and we took Lucy downtown for the annual Trick or Treat event. This may have been the last year for it so, even though I was only two days past surgery, I made a point to be there.

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After downtown Trick or Treat, we stopped by Publix (where they always give out candy and have a little “haunted house”; unfortunately, they were working on the “haunted house” when we arrived so Lucy just got some candy) and then went to Chili’s for dinner to take advantage of our Kids Eat Free coupon. We normally go through the entire Publix strip mall, but I just wasn’t feeling up to it this year.

By the end of dinner, I was feeling pretty awful, so I went home to rest. Since we don’t live in a neighborhood with many houses for Trick or Treating, Joe took Lucy to a Trunk or Treat event at a local church and said that she had a blast.

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When Lucy got home, she had to check out her loot.

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She hasn’t eaten any of it. She doesn’t want to. She just wants to sit and look at it. She’s weird. And, of course, her attitude toward it doesn’t make it fun for us to eat for her. I did eat a mini bag of M&Ms, and she flipped out when she saw the bag I forgot to throw out. She still brings it to me and gives me her sad eyes. Nothing like a little Mom guilt.

Now, I can’t wait until next year. I’m already thinking about what Lucy will be. Maybe Strawberry Shortcake!