Friday, April 17, 2009

I Want Hardee's

So Dalyn and Scotland were getting ready to leave, and I informed Ireland of such. She seems to deal better with an advanced warning.

She then informed me that she wanted to "go bye".
I tried telling her that the two of us were staying home while Mommy and Scotland left, but she wasn't satisfied with that.

She still wanted to go bye.

Then she started getting specific.

"I want to go Grandma's".

We (Dalyn & I) told her that Grandma was at work.

She then got this look on her face that only a 2-year-old girl can give. The kind of look that only works on her father. Part cute, part sad, part begging, part broken heart.

She looked up at me. Our eyes locked. Her eyes began to glisten, and in the cutest most irresistable two-year-old girl voice she could muster, she said "I want Hardee's.".


Someone knows how to work that little finger.

(For what it's worth, if Dalyn hadn't been on her way out the door with our only car, Ireland and I would've been on our way to get some Thickburgers.)

Now, for those of you who don't know, Hardee's/Carl's Jr. Has been my favorite burger joint since I was a little kid. I used to live directly across the street from (as I called it) a Star Burger.

Ireland has obviously picked up on this.


This story brought to mind a similar story about my little brother.
He was trying to convince My Mother to take him to a particular fast food place (I forget which one, Texas didn't have the Happy Star back then, just the lone one...), and with the same logic as used above, said, in a sing-song voice, "They have Dr Pepper."

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Best of Both Worlds

So we're at Target the other day, and we're walking by the Toy section. And on one of the endcaps, at Ireland level, are some bins filled with seemingly random toys.
She pics up what turned out to be a Hannah Montana microphone, and pushes the star-shaped button on the side.
It proceeds to play the chorus of "Best of Both Worlds" (The theme song to the Disney Channel show "Hannah Montana", not the Star Trek: The Next Generation two-part episode where Picard is turned into Locutus of Borg).

Now I should point out that we don't have cable (i.e. Disney Channel), and Dalyn isn't big on Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus. But somehow, Ireland allready knows the song.
She sang right along with that little mic while dancing her little 2-year-old pop star dance. Very cute.

She has now learned even more of the words to the song, and it is becoming obvious that the batteries in her mic are wearing out.

Now whenever she hears the song, she says "Microphone", "my song", or "Hannah Montana".


So after even more exposure to the Hannah Montana phenomenon, Ireland and I go into Lowe's to get a new dolly (hand truck). Right insode the door is the lamp section, and at the edge of the lamp section is a Hannah Montana lamp.
So we go to look at it. (Apparently I still haven't learned the female definition of "look" c.f.

As you can see in the pics, it's a cute little lamp with a "night light" mode. What you can't tell. Is that when you depress the botton on the base, it plays the chorus to, you guessed it, "Best of Both Worlds".
Being the target audiance, Ireland had a special connection to the lamp (there was a floor model), and went right for the button. The moment the song popped on, I knew we were in trouble. She instantly exclaimed "My song! Microfone! Hannah Montana!".
She pushed the button a few times before I tore her away from it to go get my dolly.
As we walked away, she said "Bye Montana" and waved.
Things were going well until we hit the exit, and she realized we weren't buying the lamp, which was on clearance (as a female, she knows what that means, even at the age of two).
She burst into tears, crying "My Montana. I want Montana"

We (Dalyn had been in the car with Scotland) told her that if she was good at Walmart, we'd see if we could stop back at Lowe's on the way home.

Ireland was pretty good at Walmart, and we even ran into Cory again (Dalyn's friend we ran into at the Marsh Radio disney event c.f.

Ireland fell asleep on the way home, and Dalyn, who was driving at that point, stopped back at Lowe's, which is across the street from our apartment, and had me run in and grab the lamp.

We were trying to decide when to give it to her (that day? or wait for a special ocasion) when she woke up from a nightmere. She was *not* happy. She wanted to be held and loved. Just so happens I was supposed to be walking out the door and going to work. I knew that if I left her in her current state, she would totally lose it.
I pulled out the lamp (still in the box), and it was like a switch was flipped.


She helped me unpack it and set it up, and she was just *SO* happy. I love seeing that happy look on her face, it really does make everything worth it.

After we got it setup, I realized that Lowe's recomended the wrong bulbs... Luckily we had some allready. It also turns out that the lamp is much louder in our apartment than at the store. Guess wharehouses are pretty loud places.