Poopy McDaniels

Email from loyal readers who shall remain anonymous....

2007-03-20T12:25:00.000-05:00

Dear Mother of Poopy Mcdaniels,
"Just a suggestion - you might want to change that name before she gets old enough to be "not so happy" about it. "
--Loyal Reader

Dear Loyal Reader,
Thank you for your email and your loyal readership of this blog. However, there will be no changing of the name! Absolutely not. She will forever be The Former Congressman Poopy Mcdaniels who is sister to, none other than, Potatoe McDukey IV and let us not forget ....future cousin Shitty McVickers..... . Yes, she will be angry, but this website will only be the icing on the cake during those tumultuous teen years. Although we appreciate suggestions here at Poopy Mcdaniels we can assure you, we always ignore them. Well, there's a mouse in the living room now and I must kill it.
--Mother of Poopy Mcdaniels

Avery

2007-02-27T13:13:00.000-06:00

More pictures of Avery becuase, well, who couldn't use more pictures of Avery?

2007-02-23T11:07:00.000-06:00

It's not often that I say I need to have something. I try not to get in the habit that mindset because it's bad. I know that the only things I need are basic: food, water, shelter, love, the occasional diamond.....Anyway, I don't want to purchase a bunch of things to clutter up my house or my life. And I don't want to spend a lot of money on junk. I want to be much simpler...but then everytime I try to be simple I run across something like this.....
And of course I bought it. I didn't want another day to pass without waking up to these people. It goes without explaination. But come on! The bell bottomed girl, the whimsical coffee-apron girl. The mustached man who honestly thinks that the glass of lemonade embroydered on his apron might win him some extra points with the red-head.

Why don't men with this kind of confidence exist anymore? Where have these bowtied, saddle-shoed men gone? And if mustached man didn't exist-- than I would definately go for his friend. Because what girl doesn't want a guy who keeps a fresh hankie in his apron pocket in case of unsightly grilling mishaps? And for that matter, who can wear white pants while grilling?

My first apron...a present for Ben's mom, my mother-in-law, and an all around super cool lady --Kathy....

2007-02-21T13:49:00.000-06:00

happy birthday kathy! (friday)

rockin' a grandma gerry sweater on sunday morning...

2007-02-18T09:37:00.000-06:00

I don't see no shrimps up in heeah....

2007-02-15T10:41:00.000-06:00

First time making a shoe?

2007-02-15T10:32:00.000-06:00

Definately. Can't you tell?

I found a pattern for these "bitty booties" and attempted to make one with cheap felt first so that if I ruined it the mistake would only cost 20 cents. I think i'm going to get some nice wool and make some more for Avery. It only takes about an hour start to finish....

Prints by Renee Thompson that I love....

2007-02-12T08:59:00.001-06:00

...and, bought (with the go ahead from my suga' hubby).

It can be hard enough, remembering your hat....

2007-02-09T12:33:00.000-06:00

.... when you have to be at yoga in 5 minutes. Gathering up your baby, your purse, your magazine, and your sippy cup can be nearly impossible. But, you must do these things when you have a contract with sports illustrated.

Yeah I know, 2 posts in one day but...

2007-02-05T10:25:00.000-06:00

this one just has to be shared.

Grace has this habit of saying, "ow" when something hurts her and sometimes when something disturbs her like an itchy shirt or when she gets sandwiched between the computer and the desk. Today we were watching seseme street and Little Richard was the guest star....I think you all know where this is going. He was right in the middle of singing the rubber duckie song---"every day when I, make my way to the, tubby. I find a, little fella who's, bright and yellow and, chubby, ruba--and it's at this point that Grace stands up, (bless her heart) twists her face and furrows her brow as much as a two year old can, points to Little Richard and whines, "aaaow."

And our tax dollars support this kind of thing?

a little project

2007-02-05T10:12:00.000-06:00

I decided that grace needed some ice cream to go with her avocado and orange juice stains.....

avery's photo shoot

2007-01-26T22:38:00.000-06:00

I got to take some pictures of Avery (4 months old) this afternoon while Grace was sleeping. She's now able to lift her head when she lays on her tummy--although I guess she isn't doing that in any of these pictures. But they were the best. It's so great to watch her discover the world from a new perspective! What a happy content little girl....

We're back

2006-12-12T15:10:00.000-06:00

And when I say we're back. I mean we because we have added a new and equally poopy child to this blog. On this day.... I introduce to you..... Potato McDukey...the younger and slighly chubbier sister of Poopy McDaniels. Welcome Potato. Welsome to this blog, and welcome to sharing everything with your sister. We love you.

Potato, you scared your auntie last night. She was sitting by you and you started smiling and laughing so much that she thought there must be some sort of ghost or angel behind her. She had to move away and make sure. Good job on being so happy, and on scaring your aunt. Dont worry, it's not you. She watches too many horror movies.

(Pictures to come soon)

Wisdom for an ankel biter.

2006-04-20T10:22:00.000-05:00

Today I actually found myself saying to you, "No, we don't bite people's ankels. That's not nice."

These are ridiculously cute...let's just leave it at that.

2006-03-04T21:50:00.000-06:00

Bikini Photo Shoot: Cancun

2006-03-04T17:41:00.000-06:00

Dear Sports Illustrated,
I would like to apply to be in your next Swimsuit Issue. As you can see from the pictures above, I would make an excellent cover model. I am a perfect size 9-12months. My dimensions are 10in-8in-10in much better than 36-24-36! I have a nudity clause and a require a body double if my bunns need to be shown. If hired, I will need my own dressing room-- equiped with formula, cheerios, and applesauce (individual cups please). Some Desitin would be good incase I get an unsightly diaper rash the day of the shoot. Thank you for your consideration....I will be awaiting good news. Grace

Overheard...

2006-02-18T13:13:00.000-06:00

Conversation overheard at a local coffee shop. (pay no attention to the fact that this particular shop looks like our living room)

Poopy McDaniels: "Waiter!"
Waiter: "Yes Miss."
Poopy McD: "I ordered a cafe latte--EXTRA Latte! This is a green tea chai fusion."
Waiter: "So sorry miss"
Poopy McD: "Unacceptable sir. You're inches away from losing your tip. Which you might care to know, are the plastic keys to your very own pink barbie power wheel."
Waiter: "Miss, how can you afford to give such things away as gratuity?"
Poopy Mc D: "I won it in a poker game from some fools in Gary, Indiana. So much heartache and pain on the river boats...but I digress..."

(returning with her drink)

Waiter: "Your latte miss."
Poopy Mc D: "Much better."

Memo:

2006-02-16T15:59:00.000-06:00

Grace,

Something sort of pathetic has just been brought to my attention. First, I am wearing sweatpants at 4 in the afternoon. And second, I just looked down to find that you were chewing on the bottom of them.

Mom

My parents are so cheap.

2006-02-04T22:29:00.000-06:00

They refused to buy the new powdered wig I needed to play Martha Washington in the school play. They said a diaper would do. I mean, do they know what I had to go through to get this part? If I'm dedicated enough to kiss a man with wooden teeth then I deserve better.

Skiing in Vale is so last year......

2006-01-04T11:48:00.000-06:00

for 2006

OUT:
1)Drinking too much liquor,
2) lying on my back and staring at dangling objects
3) being gassy

IN:
1) Formula
2) Velor Jumpsuits,
3) Paris Hilton sunglasses
4) chewing on cell phones
5) possibly crawling,
6) generally just being hott

Even mice like to have a little fun once in a while...

2006-01-03T09:51:00.000-06:00

They say love is blind. When you are searching for a cheap apartment low rent can make you blind too. I think we forgot that mice are not just inhabitants of rickedy farm houses. They also dabble in apartment living. We were fools not to realize that some mice, just like some people, may prefer the excitement of city life. Riding public transportation, the museums, and fancy eateries appealing to that fast-paced yuppy mouse lifestyle. Mice also have children. That they hope will avoid mouse traps, marijuana, and deadbeat boyfriends, AND eventually get into good colleges. Because these children live in tiny holes they have no toys of thier own -- they decided to play with one of Grace's Christmas presents. Just now, Rock and Giggle Pooh Bear (who can only be set off by touching him) did a little dance from the other side of the room . They must have been attracted to the large pot of hunny he is holding.

Read any good books lately?

2005-12-23T17:19:00.000-06:00

"Don't judge me...Dr. Seuss is like Hemingway to those of us who prefer polka dots and maybe can't read."

Elaine linked to me.......

2005-12-21T22:30:00.000-06:00

"I'm gonna need another scherver after all these hits." (said like a 13 year old in braces who collects star trek action figures)

Don't worry. My newly found public. Grace and I will keep you entertained. We're going to step it up a few notches. Let's just say, it involves cigarettes. Lots of them.

For your Christmas picture...

2005-12-14T22:13:00.000-06:00

Instead of a dress I decided that it would be most cost effective to put your little naked body in a stocking. I was going to add a Santa hat but people say that's trashy. So just a stocking and your tiny pudgy arms folded over the fur. It would have been great if we could have hung you from a hook over the fireplace (not lit of course). But we don't have one, so Daddy held you and tried to stay out of the picture. You were fabulous, but the couch is so dirty that we can't send it to people in our cards. We'll try again later...

Daddy is so wise in the ways of paternity......

2005-11-03T18:35:00.000-06:00

"I'm your paternal father. That means I am your father on your father's side."

My coffee buddy

2005-10-27T16:18:00.000-05:00

Little,

Today I was drinking a latte, and you were drinking a latte (sort of) and we both burped at the same time! It was pretty cool in one of those, we-don't-get-out-much kind of ways. Bless our little gassy hearts.

You are so fabulous at "tummy time"! I am watching you right now and you are much better than you were 2 weeks ago. It makes me so proud to see how you grow and change. Also, since I last wrote, you have found your feet--your best toy ever!

The neighbor man was playing Celine Dion loudly today while I was changing your diaper. Our windows are thin so I sang along and tried to duplicate her sound the best I could. She's one of the tougher ones to impersonate because you have to shout sing in a real nasal way. And I knew that would definately scare you as it has millions of other Americans. So I sort of did the "shout wisper" thing which I hope you will master when you're older. (definately a hit at parties and in youth group.) Anyway, I think it was one of your most enjoyable and scary diaper changes thus far.

I love you little smiley one,
Mom

Let's make a deal...

2005-10-14T14:00:00.000-05:00

Today I asked Stephanie, Aunt Elaine's boss, for her tomato soup recipe. She said I could have it if I traded her one of my eggs-- so that she could have a kid as cute as you. I'm still thinking it over because that soup is just so good!
Stephanie took you around the kitchen and showed you all kinds of industrial steel appliances and cupcakes. You looked stunned as usual but I think you had a lot of fun.

"Don't bite the Bible dear..."

2005-09-27T22:37:00.000-05:00

Said by your father to you as you grasped the New Testament in your little fingers.

oh dear.

2005-09-16T16:13:00.000-05:00

Today you looked at my wedding ring like it was a steak and you were starving. I held up other toys for you too look at instead, but you just stuffed your hands into your mouth and started drooling. I hope you are not developing a taste for diamonds at this early age.

Also yesterday, you pooped in your armpit. Ask me for details later.

...maybe the size of nickles

2005-08-26T11:37:00.000-05:00

Yesterday you took your first trip to the postoffice. We were waiting in a long line, and you were being such a good girl just looking around and taking everything in. An old man bent down to see you in your chair and said, "Wow, your eyes are the size of silver dollars!" He stooped closer and said, "Yep, definatley silver dollars." Personally, I think they're the size of nickles--which is still quite impressive.

2 Months of heaven

2005-08-16T18:26:00.000-05:00

You have upwards of three viruses (menengitus, diptheria, and polio) coursing through your veins. Today you had your 2 month checkup which included three shots to your thighs-which you thoroughly hated. Daddy held you and you screamed like we had never heard you scream before. It broke my heart to see you like that, even though I knew it was for your own good.

You were so charming --smiling and cooing for the doctor. Before the shots Dr. DiVincenzo said "you're such a good baby, I could just take you home!" After the shots you had a little fever so we gave you children's Tylenol. It was the first thing you had ever had to drink besides breast milk and formula. And you decided that you liked it a lot better than either of your previous beverages. Your eyes lit up and you stuck your fingers in your mouth, hoping they might dispense more sweetness into your mouth. Sadly, mommy's left breast cannot produce sugary acetaminophen so you'll have to make due with what God wants you to drink and not SC Johnson (a family company). Daddy added that reference--which he wants to explain later.

You are sleeping on the couch right now (possibly in a Tylenol coma), on a cushion in between your father and I. Daddy just offered you a bite of his balogna sandwich. We've had so much fun with you these past 2 months. Listed below are some of the best things...

You pooped all over your dad's hand
You've went to the art institute of Chicago
You started talking
You started smiling (One of the best moments of my life)
You have been given many nicknames including, "Little" "The Former Congressman Poopy McDaniels", Poopers, Un-Goo, Sweetsies, Puppy, Puppers, Gracer, Ga-racer.
You went on a double-decker bus tour of Chicago (and nursed most of the time)
The time we put socks on your hands (there are pictures)
You found your fists
You learned to clasp your hands together
You discovered the art of loud nursing during quiet wedding speaches
Whenever your dad is around you seem to call me "lady" instead of mom
You've been to two movies
You blow funny spit bubbles

We love you,
Daddy and Mommy (Lady)

weeks of training have finally paid off!

2005-08-16T18:01:00.000-05:00

Today you definately flipped off your father. He was holding you and talking to you when he got home from work. I was in the middle of telling him about your hand coordination at the time, what a good job you were doing putting them together, and you clearly wanted to show off. We both laughed so hard that you got startled and almost cried!

Don't be mistaken, though, you're still grounded.