Showing posts with label Niamh blogs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Niamh blogs. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Holiday Greetings

from Niamh:

We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
We wish you a merry Christmas,
and a Happy New You!

apparently Niamh is pretty optimistic about the results of all those new resolutions.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Niamh hacks Mommy's Blogger account

Dear blog,

Attention babies!
Bored? I figured out how to get like 4 baths a day! Mommy wouldn't just put you in there cause you asked or point at it (she's too busy.. ya right!), but if you totally get filthier than filth, she will! Here's what I do. Take whatever you are given for you meal- oatmeal, potato salad, anything works. Grab handfuls of it, squeeze it through your fingers to start, and shmear it through your hair like shampoo. Try to get it in your ears, up your nose, up and down your arms like lotion, massage your scalp with it. I mean take mess to a whole new level. I guarantee, you will get a bath! It works for me every time!
Party in da tubby!

Friday, May 23, 2008

If Niamh could blog

Dear Blog,
It's really too bad Mommy's hips aren't bigger, so that there would be room for entire villages, as well as myself, of course. She could be an incredible asset in war torn areas. She could go in, and carry everyone on her hip, and they would all be safe there! I am invincible there; it would be great for all those poor people to also be safe there. She wouldn't mind. I know when I am scared, which is pretty much anytime I see a person that is not my parents, sister, or grandparents, and I start to quiver and bawl in fear, I'm always relieved and safe as long as Mommy holds me. And of course the milk is so comforting! I'm sure Mommy wouldn't mind sharing that with everyone across the world who needs comfort too. She doesn't mind me having some whenever the mood strikes me, which is most any time.

*smiles*sigh* I would share her hip with other suffering individuals in the world.
Mmm, happy thoughts. Mommy's hip... mmm... I'm safe from the vacuum. She's tricky my Mom. She can carry me while she changes clothes, brushes her teeth and washes her face, washes the dishes, does laundry, did I mention vacuums? I love my Mommy. :)