The Little One and Her Calves
No the Little One doesn’t have a bovine obsession. Rather she has a boot obsession. The problem is the Little One has very chunky short legs, so her boots won’t zip up all the way.
Truth be told the boots won’t zip past her ankles, making it almost impossible for her to walk without falling over.
Anyone know of any pint size boots made with wide calves? I know they make them for plus size mommas, but what about chunka-monka little ones?
Yes, I am aware that she will not be happy with me when she is 16 for posting this. And I am probably scarring her for life by telling the world about her chucky calves, but if it results in any boot tips it will be well worth it. Trust me, with the jealous shrieks when the Big One puts her boots on, I even be willing to pay full price for some boots.
She’s Becoming a Parrot
We parents all know that there comes a point where everything you say will be repeated back to you at some point by your toddler.
Usually the way we realize that we have crossed the inevitable line is when our lovely, sweet toddler suddenly bursts out with an expletive that they certainly didn’t hear on Dora.
So yesterday the Little One was happily eating her lunch {“nap-n-cheese” and chicken}, when I heard her cup fall over. She had taken a drink and misjudged when putting it back down on the table, so it fell over and rolled just out of reach when I heard her exclaim, “DAMNIT!”
As much as I tried not to laugh, I couldn’t help it. {Don’t judge me, you know you all laugh too.} I helped her with her cup and did my best to ignore the outburst.
Man, I need to watch what I say.
The other thing she has picked up on that is absolutely hilarious is when the Big One is harassing her and she’s had enough, she busts out with , “NO {Big One} I towd you no!” Apparently I must say it enough times that she has picked up on it. The problem is she also says it to the Husband and me.
Unfortunately it’s hilarious and there is no suppressing the laughter when I come at her with a wash cloth to clean yogurt off her face and she puts her arms up on the air and says, “I towd you no, Mommy.” For those of you who are old like I am, her tone is very reminiscent of Gary Coleman on Different Strokes when he asked, “Whatcha talkin ‘bout Willis.” She scrunches up her face and says it in a nasally sort of way.
Trust me, it’s hilarious. I really need to figure out how to get the home movies on the computer to actually work, so y’all can experience the joy that is the Little One.
Still a Fashionista
When the Big One was little, I lamented about her interest in fashion. She is still very much in charge of her clothes and what she wears. I try to guide her to items that actually match, but some days I just let her do what she wants.
As I embarked {unsuccessfully} on transferring our 8mm home movies to the computer, the Big One has been completely enthralled with watching them as they are copied. {I say unsuccessfully because while I can get them on the computer, I cannot get the files open, each time I try, I get an error and my computer freezes up}
So anyway as the Big One watches herself, she asks “does that shirt still fit?” or “where are those pants?” or “can I wear those shorts today?”
And each time I remind her that she was little in these movies and that those clothes don’t fit any more. That some of them are even too small for the Little One to wear now. {which makes me a little sad, by the way}.
So now she has decided that we need to go shopping to find her those same clothes in her size, and apparently the next size up just so she is ready. I wonder how long this trend will last, will I be special ordering Dora shirts and Elmo shorts when she is 10?
ETA: Just a couple examples of her creations, the Little One actually matches quite well.
And for those of you who may have forgotten this classic, here’s the link.
Just a Few Questions
Should I Really Have to…
Tell the Big One to not move the step stool when the Little One is standing on it?
Should I Really Have to…
Tell the Little One that she is not big enough to dump out the little potty when the Big One has just peed in it?
Should I Really Have to…
Remind the Big One that the Little One will soon be bigger than she and will soon start hitting her back?
Should I Really Have to…
Point out that picking boogers and wiping them on the carpet, couch, dog, clothing, FixItMommy, etc. is not only gross but not acceptable?
Apparently I do have to…. several times a freaking day.
That’s all I’ve got today.
The Never Ending Laundry Pile
Today as I put the fourth pair of pants on the Little One, I finally figured out why I can never ever get all the laundry done. No matter how many loads I do, there is somehow still a pile in the hamper.
It’s because my lovely children and Husband all seem to pick a different day to be messy or have leaky diapers {the leaky diapers of course only refer to the Little One!}
I cannot believe that it’s only 12:30 p.m. and she is wearing her fourth pair of pants.
The first change was the result of a pee explosion. My girls have recently discovered that they like “red juice.” That refers to the V8 V-Fusion Acai Mixed Berry Juice. It seems to be the only way to get vegetables in them, so I go with it. But it seems to make the volume of pee multiply. She really isn’t drinking any more amounts that usual so I don’t really get it, but I do know the diaper can only hold so much before it leaks out. In this case, it leaked out on the little pink upholstered rocking chair that we have.
The second pair of pants came as the result of the Little One’s “helpfulness.” The Big One peed in her little potty and the Little One decided that she was going to be the one to dump the pee into the toilet. Let’s just say the only thing that landed in the toilet was the little potty itself. Again the volume of pee produced, this time by the Big One, was phenomenal.
So apparently when I went upstairs to retrieve yet another pair of pants, the Little One unfastened her diaper and didn’t quite get it back together correctly. It’s my fault for not completing a thorough check when I put the third pair of pants on. About 4 minutes after the third pair of pants went on, the pee started flowing. This time it flowed all over the Pooh Bear couch.
So now in addition the three pairs of pee-soaked pants to wash, I also have to bust out the upholstery cleaner to clean the pink chair and I have to do another load of laundry to clean the cover for the Pooh Bear couch. So much for “FixItMommy-time” during naps. UGH!
At Least It Didn’t Kill Her…
But it did about give me a heart attack. I love my new minivan. It’s less than a year old, so it’s still “new” right? Anyway I love it. I love how all I have to do is pull on the handle and the side sliding door automatically opens. I love that I can push the button on the remote and the side sliding doors will open. I {usually} love the little button right inside the door that I can push to close the door.
Unfortunately, the Big One also loves that little button inside the door that allows her to close the door by herself. Technically, the door is supposed to have a sensor on it, much like a garage door, that when it bumps into something it automatically re-opens the door so nobody gets squashed to death.
Being the good mother I am, I have tested the sensor and while it does cause the door to retract, it bumps you pretty hard before it realizes a person is there and re-opens. I have tried it with different parts of my body in the way. It left a good bruise on my arm, but didn’t leave a mark on my hip/buttocks region {imagine that, all that padding is good for something!}
So yesterday after dropping off the registration form and deposit for preschool {YAY!}, the girls and I went to the park. When we were getting ready to leave the park, the Big One decided to be helpful and close the Little One’s door while I was still buckling the Little One in her car seat. So as the door bounced off my hip, I had a come to Jesus meeting with the Big One about not closing the door until I or the Husband tell her it’s safe to do. {Y’all now where this is going, don’t you?}
So we get home, I get both girls out of their seats and then I proceeded to bring the trash cans back into the garage {Tuesday is trash day if you need to know!}. I brought the first one up and the girls were fine, playing with some toys in the garage. As I was almost back up the driveway with the second can, I hear the Little One screaming and the Big One looked panicked.
Yep, the Big One closed the van door on her sister. I dropped the trash can, ran to the door, grabbed the handle and got the door to retract. I know the door hit her and knocked her over a bit. I don’t know if she is big enough to have actually activated its sensor thing or if I just got there before the sensor had a chance to notice she was there. Either way, she is okay. It left a good red mark on her arm, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it. {In the Big One’s defense, I am certain the Little One was clear of the door when she pushed the button, but then the Little One decided she wanted the baby doll that was sitting on the floor of the van. After I got the door open, the Little One kept saying “baby doll, baby doll” so I know that’s what she was reaching for.}
I’m not sure what it looked like today, because I was too concerned with getting her lip to stop bleeding to even remember to check her arm when she first woke up.
More about the bloody lip, later…
This kid is going to be the death of me.
Praying for the Park
That Big One is a funny kid, You just never know what she is going to say. Thankfully we’ve yet to be out in public and embarrassed by something that came out of her mouth but I know the day will come.
The last few nights though have not been embarrassing moments, but rather those moments where as a parent you think, “awwwww isn’t she sweet?” {trust me at three, those moments are few and far between for her!}
So every night after we read, sing and rock for a few minutes, we say our prayers. The other day I was in charge of the bedtime routine. It was the Husband’s Reserve weekend so I was flying solo. As I came to the end of the prayer, the Big One exclaimed “WAIT!” and then went on to say, “I pray that we go to the park tomorrow, I love you God, Amen.”
It was hilarious and very endearing all at the same time. Of course we tried to make it to the park the next day, but after a clothing meltdown complete with throwing a shirt against the wall and whacking the Little One with said shirt in the process, we didn’t make it to the park. {but we did go yesterday if it’s any consolation, God doesn’t have to answers prayers immediately you now. And I am in NO way implying that I am God, trust me, I don’t want that job.}
So then last night the Husband was putting the girls to bed {as he does every night during the week} and the Big One stopped the prayer again. This time she prayed “God, please let me go to pre-school.”
I guess she is a bit excited and a bit concerned. You see last time we got very excited about pre-school was back in the summer when we planned to put her in the program on Base. But of course, they cancelled the program a few weeks before it was set to begin, because of space issues. So now as we wait for the new one to get its licensure and certifications in place, I suppose I need to start praying for pre-school as well. I don’t want to disappoint her again.
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