All in the family!!!

So Mad Molly isn't the only one in the family that gets stuck in strange places....here is her cousin Brady!!! Poor little guy, got in but can't get out...I think the best part is my sister did the same thing I did...get the camera first, then get the kid out..priorities!!!!

Catching up

I know it's been a week since I have last updated you all on life with Mad Molly, not for lack of substance to entertain you all but rather a lack of energy on my part or spare moment to enter them all in, so bare with me while I catch you up. Let's start on

Monday:

Last Monday I woke up at 3:45 a.m. to a beautiful 22 month old rendition of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I can't even describe to you how loud it was coming across the monitor. I quickly glance at the clock to see what ungodly hour it was and then click on Molly TV because I would be damned if she was up for the day at 3:45....luckily from the best I can tell she was still laying down in bed, sound asleep singing all the while, for as soon as she hit the last word of the song, it was silent yet again..what a strange child

Wednesday evening:
Lately Mad Molly has taken to implementing any stall tactic she can think of to delay bed time. This week it has been chocolate Milk. Now when I tell you I give my child a glass of chocolate milk before bedtime you must be thinking...she is a mad mommy because any sane one would not sugar up her kid to settle down, but rest assured all, that Molly calls any type of milk Chocolate Milk, her evening cup has the tiniest little drop of chocolate in it, not even enough to change the color, but to her it is the most delectable concoction she could have. This evening she screamed at the top of her lungs for an hour + over "ohhhhh yummy chocolate Milk" "pleeeeeeaaaaasssseee Momma, I neeeeeeeeeeeed yummy chocolate milk" You would think I starved this child, I was outside putting something in my car as an older woman was out walking her dog and paused to listen to what my child was screaming from her upstairs bedroom. She polietly tried to hide her chuckle, but I said, "it's okay we like to liven up the neighborhood" apprently she had a similar situation with one of her sons at bedtime so she felt my pain which eased my embarrassment. Then I went inside and closed the windows.

Thursday:

One would think after being up since 5am this child would be exhausted..but not so much she decides to torture the poor dog.........sorry Abby















after torturing the dog, she decides to do a fun game of hide and seek.....what is this child's obsession with buckets and bins?????

Mad Molly gives St. Joe's a break

So instead we decided to impose our havoc upon another unsuspecting church. This Sunday Mad Molly and I attended the dedication ceremony of my god daughter Emma. I purposely had not told Molly we would be seeing Emma, Auntie, Uncle Dave and Grace because I wanted a quiet ride out to their church. Upon entering the Sanctuary, Molly and Grace let out a simultaneous greeting "Oh Molly" " It's Grace", they were so excited to see each other. Luckily it was a few minutes before the service started and not many people were there yet. As the church begins to fill, Grace settles in and Molly gets revved up, on the bench, off the bench, squealing, talking, trying to color on everything. Both her Auntie and I tried to calm her several times, to no avail so I decide...you know what..I'm going to take her downstairs to the toddler care room so she could run around, play and make all the noise she wanted to. As I left the sanctuary, Grace called after her "Molly!!!" but then settled right down...Upon my return to the pew, Grace (who is all of 2) turns to me and says as she points to the back of the church "Molly didn't make it"!!!!! To which I replied "you know what kid, you are right Molly didn't make it" It took just about everything I had in me not to laugh out loud. Kids just have a way of putting things so simply and true. Grace joined Molly after her sister's dedication in the toddler room and the two were reunited again and much joy was had by all along with several goldfish crackers which was the snack of the day.

To All those at St. Joe's ....we're sorry

Exactly whose idea was it to take 3 very excited cousins of the ages of 4 and under to church together...oh that's right the 4 year olds...good thing we as adults can make choices for ourselves :) So 2 of Mad Molly's cousins came to visit her this weekend. She just absolutely adores them and the feeling is mutal. The three of them get very excited when around each other and had a fantastic time playing all weekend long. We decided that as 3 competent adults (Mommy, Daddy and Aunt Pattie) we should certainly be able to take 3 children to church with relative ease (ha ha). Thankfully mass was being held back in the sanctuary again. Apparently, if Mass is not held in the sanctuary she doesn't think that she has to behave because she was much better behaved this week and by that I mean did not have to be removed from church kicking and screaming (atleast I can hope it's the change of environment and not just the novelty of being in a new place). Now since this blog could not possibly have enough memory for me to replay how incredibly long mass seemed due to the antics of three young children who were overly excited to be together and were very silly in church, I will just amuse you all with a classic Mad Molly moment and you can use your imaginations to fill in the rest of the hour, well atleast 45 minutes because you had better believe we high tailed it out of there as soon as we could. Molly and her cousin Sean were sitting in the pew eating a snack shortly before communion, of course they insisted they needed wipes to clean their hands and it seemed harmless enough so they each got one. Sean cleaned his hands and dutifully passed it back to his mom and Molly, who is obsessed with cleaning everything under the sun, held on to hers and cleaned the pew and surrounding objects. Hoping to leave her in the pew with her father for communion and spare myself the Christ cookie dilemma, I started to stand up to join the communion line. Since her cousins were going up she was having no part of being left behind and I thought the lesser of two evils was to take her with me. So out she came and up the isle we went. Unknown to me, she still had the baby wipe in hand as we approached the area where the choir sat. They sit in folding chairs perpendicular to the pews at the front of the church so you have to pass right in front of the first row of singers in order to receive communion. All is going well until I hear from down at my waste side, "clean clean clean" "clean, clean, clean" and I look down in horror to see Mad Molly "cleaning" the knees of the first row of choir memebers as we pass them by as she sang "clean, clean, clean". With many apologizes and a quick jerk of the hand the wipe was removed and my embarrassment set back in. I should just get used to this feeling each week in church. It's inevitable!

Mad Molly goes to church ch. 2

So as if last week wasn't punishment enough for Mad Mommy, off we go to church this week. Daddy opted to stay home, as he was catching up on sleep from a long week of traveling and gearing up for another trip this week. No big deal, Mad Molly was in a great mood before we left for church and was so excited to wear one of the new dresses Grandpa G bought her on his trip to FL. So off we went. On our way to church Mad Molly was asking questions about where we were going so I said, "we are going to go sing to baby Jesus" (there is a statue at church that we stop at and say hi to baby Jesus so in some way it was my attempt to get her to connect to the place we were going to) which at first seemed like a fine idea, she was happy and talking about going to church "yeah church". Great so we arrive promptly after the singing of the first hymn (oops) and much like we started our last adventure in religion, we were shifted to the fellowship hall. Ahh the echoes of a large auditorium like room. As we are walking up the ramp to enter the hall, Mad Molly spots a very nice woman with her infant daughter, to which Molly screams out, while waving wildly "Hi Baby Jesus" the mother was not amused, the older generation sitting around her got a good laugh out of it, while we hurried off to the side to grab another seat. Oh joy look another baby "Hi Baby Jesus" Mad Molly went about the hall greeting all babies as "Baby Jesus" Don't you just love when my words come back to bite me in the butt! I had to break the news to her that those babies were not all baby Jesus and man did she get mad at me....and that is where our experience began it's downfall. We found a spot off to the side, close to our escape exit in case of a Christ cookie repeat. And we quickly got settled, although it was becoming very apparent that Molly was turning as mad as can be. She would ask me to pick her up and then squirm and scream as if I forced her into my arms. She would slide to the end of the isle and try to slowly creep away, kept offering the woman behind us gold fish crackers forcibly, (needless to say she was not amused) After muddling through about half the mass trying to keep her quiet and occupied I decided it would be better to stand in the back of the hall so Mad Molly could move around a little bit and not bother anyone. Boy was that a big mistake! Molly quickly linked eyes with the handicapped ramp, and started to push the boundaries of walking up and down the ramp getting further and further away from Mommy each time. At first it was harmless, until the screaming with delight started and the throwing of Lambie from one ramp down to the next. Luckily we had made it up to communion time, now I know many of you are thinking after the Christ Cookie incident she is crazy for attempting this again, but this week I came equipped with "Christ Cookies" of my own (aka, vanilla wafers) for Molly. So up we went without incident and back we came only to have Molly started screatching with delight that she saw another "Baby Jesus" so I decide to quickly exit stage right and end our religious adventure for the week. Well as soon as Molly realizes we are leaving she begins to cry and scream "More Church, peeeeaaasse momma, More Church" over and over and over again. The child who was totally misbehaving in church is screaming...begging in fact for "more church". I tell you this child was so upset it was the very first thing she told her father walking in the house! All I kept thinking to myself was "more church, is this kid out of her mind or what"!!! I will not be surprised when tiny photographs of her appear in the back to the rectory with the notice "don't let this kid in"