At least somebody loves me
This morning, Daddy went back to work after having all of last week and yesterday off. Naturally he was in a hurry to get there on time - so much so that he forgot to give me a kiss goodbye. Sarah and I were in the kitchen when I head his truck start.

"Hey, Daddy didn't give me a kiss," I said. Sarah raised her eyebrows.

"I give you a kiss, Mommy," she said and puckered up.

My heart melted. Do I have the best kid ever or what? :)

My girl likes to potty all the time...
I think Sarah is finally catching onto the whole potty thing. She is actually telling us when she needs to go - woohoo!

Ahem, but she's also caught onto the "you-get-an-M&M-if-you-go-potty" deal, too. So now she tells us she has to go potty every 5 minutes just so she can get a "candy cookie," as she calls it. At least she thinks she'll get one. We do have rules.

If she has a significant trip to the potty, she gets about 5 M&Ms. Little amounts get you 1 or 2 M&Ms. And if she produces nothing - well, she's outta luck. Of course, if she has a poop, she gets a "big cookie" (aka a mini Hershey bar).

The main thing is that she is staying dry and is alerting us when she does need to go. I'm hoping in about a month or so she can start wearing panties most of the day.

Cross your fingers!

Fashion Diva
Sarah is going to have her Christmas pictures made this weekend, so this past Saturday when we went to Sam's I got her a pretty dress to wear. I asked our fashion diva if she approved of my selection, which she did with a vigorous shake of the head and a huge grin on her face.

"I hold it, Mommy," she told me. So I handed it over and she proudly carried the new dress all around Sam's, often telling people that it was hers. She insisted that she hold it in the car on the way home.

When we did get home...

She wanted to wear her new dress, but being the mean mommy I am, I wouldn't let her. Oh the travesty! I really broke her heart. It was terrible. I couldn't bribe her with anything. Finally, I hid the dress and put her down for a nap (it was that time, anyway, so that's why she was having such a hard time with this). She was better after the nap. I haven't seen the last of the tantrums over this dress, though - oy!

Hello, Operator? (part 2)
You may remember a while back, Sarah answered the phone and kept her Grandpa on the line for a few minutes until I came inside from the deck. Now she wants to answer the phone all the time. Here is a great example of what happens when a 2 year old picks up the phone as well as a sure-fire way of confusing and (hopefully) getting rid of a telemarketer. :)

I answered the phone first (upstairs):

Me: Hello?
Telemarketer: Hello. May I speak to Mr. or Mrs. Haddin?
Me: This is she.
TM: Mrs. Haddin, my name is (blank) and I'm calling from Bellsouth. As a preferred Bellsouth customer we would like to thank...
Sarah: Hello?
Me: Hang up the phone, sweetie.
Sarah (to Pete downstairs): It's Mommy! Mommy? Where are you?
Me: I'm upstairs, sweetie. Hang up the phone.
Sarah: Mommy? Hey Mommy!
TM: (laughing) Aww, that's so cute. Mrs. Haddin, here at Bellsouth we'd like to thank...
Sarah: Mommy?
Me: (yelling down the stairs to Pete) Will you please hang up the phone?
Pete: What?
Sarah: Daddy, it's Mommy!
TM: (still laughing) Mrs. Haddin, as a preferred Bellsouth customer...
Sarah: No, I talking to Mommy (Pete is trying to take the phone from her).
Me: Sarah, hang up the phone.
Sarah: Mommy, where are you?
Me: I'm upstairs, honey.

There is a click. Pete managed to get the phone from Sarah and hang it up. The TM sighs.

TM: Mrs. Haddin, hehe, that was cute. Um, as I was saying, we at Bellsouth would like to thank you...

Pete is coming up the stairs.

Pete: (mouths) Who is that?
Me: (mouthing back) Bellsouth.
Pete: What?
Me: (yelling) BELLSOUTH!
TM: ... at 5 cents a minute, the lowest rate including international rates ...
Pete: We don't want to talk to them.
Me: I'm sorry, we don't want to change our long distance.

There is a pause.

TM: Oh, well, okay. Thank you.

CLICK.

Mommy Makes Everything All Right
So, we were watching "Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring" for about the 4,000th time as it was on the WB and nothing else was worth watching (TV sucks if you didn't know that already).

Anyway, the scene where the fellowship is in the mines of Moria was on and Sarah was captivated by the action. Hey, it's not like she's never seen it before. Frodo tries to hide from the cave troll, fails and the troll, in turn, tries to pound the hapless hobbit with his club. Sarah perks up, looks at me and says, "He needs her mommy."

The action continues. Aragorn (drool) fights off the troll but gets knocked out for his trouble. Frodo checks up on the fallen Aragorn (drool) and eventually gets stabbed by the nasty troll. Again, Sarah tells me, "He needs her mommy!"

Aparently, if any of their mommies had been there, those orcs and the troll would have been in BIG trouble. ;)

Halloween
This year is the first year that Sarah has really been Trick-or-Treating. We went to the zoo with her friends Lauren and Eliot. They had a super great time even though it was extremely crowded! Although we had a blast, I think next year we are all going to do the traditional Trick-or-Treating. :)

Here are the pictures!