This morning little bug walked into our room and woke me up. She crawled into bed and curled up next to me. Then she took my face in her hands and earnestly said to me, "Mommy, breakfast. Coffee, waffles please". So I told her we had to go downstairs and tell daddy, she said, "no". So I picked up the phone and called Daddy's cell phone downstairs. Little bug was very pleased to be able to call in her order.
Then when we went downstairs, she walked up to daddy and said "waffles, waffles, waffles, waffles..."
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Goodnight Mommy
Day three and the toddler bed is a success. After the dramatic start to the adventure, little bug has completely given into going to sleep in her bed. Last night when we went to check in on her before we went to bed we found her asleep, IN HER BED.
Tonight she started fussing, so I rubbed her back for a few minutes and then I said, "goodnight, can I have a kiss?" She sat up, kissed me and said "night mommy" and waved goodbye, then turned around and went to sleep.
Tonight she started fussing, so I rubbed her back for a few minutes and then I said, "goodnight, can I have a kiss?" She sat up, kissed me and said "night mommy" and waved goodbye, then turned around and went to sleep.
The Fox Incident
Since our townhomes back up to a national forest, we get our share of woodland creatures from time to time. Mainly postings on our community message boards about the animals that have been killed by our neighbors to keep us safe. We were driving up towards our community and there was a fox sitting on top of the hill. It was clearly not afraid of cars (although we were coasting in Hybrid mode, so it is possible it didn't hear us). We parked the car and showed little bug (through the window) the wild fox.
me: Can you say, fox?
little bug: F*CK!
Yes, you heard it here, apparently little bug can't add an "s" sound to fox so it sounds like she's shouting profanities.
me: Foxsssss
little bug: F*****CK!
We tried everything, socks, locks, sssssssssss, to no avail. We were hoping it was a one-time deal, but today when we drove up the hill little bug was dropping "fox" bombs in the backseat. The problem is that she's so proud of herself that she yells it.
Hopefully we won't run into wildlife and a pack of conservatives in one place. I'm a little nervous about our next trip to the zoo.
me: Can you say, fox?
little bug: F*CK!
Yes, you heard it here, apparently little bug can't add an "s" sound to fox so it sounds like she's shouting profanities.
me: Foxsssss
little bug: F*****CK!
We tried everything, socks, locks, sssssssssss, to no avail. We were hoping it was a one-time deal, but today when we drove up the hill little bug was dropping "fox" bombs in the backseat. The problem is that she's so proud of herself that she yells it.
Hopefully we won't run into wildlife and a pack of conservatives in one place. I'm a little nervous about our next trip to the zoo.
Monday, May 25, 2009
Bedtime for Little Bug
The past couple of nights have been a challenge to get little bug to go to bed. And by challenge, I mean we have to wrestle her into her crib while she screams at the top of her lungs. Then she wakes up 2-3 times during the night. Since she sleeps in a normal size bed for her naps with her nanny, and seemed to like the toddler beds that we saw in IKEA last weekend, we figured it must be that she doesn't like her crib anymore and wants to go to a toddler bed.
So we bought her some toddler sheets and a pillow and decided to turn the daybed in her room into her new toddler bed. Of course this means we dismantled her crib to get it out of her room. After the crib was in pieces daddy and I looked at each other and started laughing. No turning back now, so much for easing her into a new bed.
It all seemed to be going great - all she wanted to do was hang out in her bed, read, play with her toys. So it was officially time for bed, she had her glass of milk, story, brushed her teeth and that is when the wheels fell off the bus. You would have thought her bed was a lava pit the way she clawed and climbed and tried to get away from it.
Step one - Tough Love: we kissed her goodnight, left her room and shut the door. Within a few seconds we heard banging around, heard her turn off her sound machine, and then she started pounding on her door.
Step two - Desperation: I walked into her room, picked her up and asked her if I could turn her sound machine back on - she said, "okay", like 'whatever, mom'. I crawled into her bed and she curled up with me. So I waited until she was breathing a little deeper, then I went to leave her room. She grabbed my arm and put her big brown eyes in my face and said "wait, pleeeze mommy." And that is when my heart broke, and all the books with advice about not sleeping next to your kids until they fall asleep went out the window.
Toddler bed is a half success because once she is asleep she sleeps through the night. The catch is getting her to sleep.
Today for her nap, we went through the same drama. We closed the door and luckily I waited outside the door for a few minutes to see if she quieted down. I was standing in the hallway when I saw her door knob turn, and buggy walked out the door like it was no big deal. Apparently opening doors is a trick she picked up in the last 24-hours. So I took her downstairs and figured we'd let her tire herself out some more.
We also decided that her Diego doll needed to take a nap, and we tucked in Diego with her sleep sacks and had little bug leave the room with us. She kept asking for Diego and finally said "okay nap", like we finally broke her.
It'll be interesting to see how many days it takes for her to get used to putting herself to sleep again. So much for a restful three-day weekend.
So we bought her some toddler sheets and a pillow and decided to turn the daybed in her room into her new toddler bed. Of course this means we dismantled her crib to get it out of her room. After the crib was in pieces daddy and I looked at each other and started laughing. No turning back now, so much for easing her into a new bed.
It all seemed to be going great - all she wanted to do was hang out in her bed, read, play with her toys. So it was officially time for bed, she had her glass of milk, story, brushed her teeth and that is when the wheels fell off the bus. You would have thought her bed was a lava pit the way she clawed and climbed and tried to get away from it.
Step one - Tough Love: we kissed her goodnight, left her room and shut the door. Within a few seconds we heard banging around, heard her turn off her sound machine, and then she started pounding on her door.
Step two - Desperation: I walked into her room, picked her up and asked her if I could turn her sound machine back on - she said, "okay", like 'whatever, mom'. I crawled into her bed and she curled up with me. So I waited until she was breathing a little deeper, then I went to leave her room. She grabbed my arm and put her big brown eyes in my face and said "wait, pleeeze mommy." And that is when my heart broke, and all the books with advice about not sleeping next to your kids until they fall asleep went out the window.
Toddler bed is a half success because once she is asleep she sleeps through the night. The catch is getting her to sleep.
Today for her nap, we went through the same drama. We closed the door and luckily I waited outside the door for a few minutes to see if she quieted down. I was standing in the hallway when I saw her door knob turn, and buggy walked out the door like it was no big deal. Apparently opening doors is a trick she picked up in the last 24-hours. So I took her downstairs and figured we'd let her tire herself out some more.
We also decided that her Diego doll needed to take a nap, and we tucked in Diego with her sleep sacks and had little bug leave the room with us. She kept asking for Diego and finally said "okay nap", like we finally broke her.
It'll be interesting to see how many days it takes for her to get used to putting herself to sleep again. So much for a restful three-day weekend.
Monday, May 11, 2009
Ewww....
So the cleaning theme continues. Little Bug's new favorite word is "Ewww!" which she screams as loud as she can, and points at whatever she thinks is gross (including people). This morning she picked up daddy's flip flop and said "Ewww mess". She ran out of our closet, into her room, picked up the pack of wipes, and sat on the floor cleaning daddy's shoe with her diaper wipes. Daddy admitted that they were pretty old and promised little bug that he'd look into new ones. So now I have to train her to say "eww" to the shirts of his I don't like.
Little bug has also gotten wise to calling for daddy. She starts off very sweet, saying "daddy", if he doesn't answer she yells "baby!" and if that doesn't work she calls him by his name at the top of her lungs. I've listened to this go down at least three times over the weekend. To her credit, the third way always works.
Little bug has also gotten wise to calling for daddy. She starts off very sweet, saying "daddy", if he doesn't answer she yells "baby!" and if that doesn't work she calls him by his name at the top of her lungs. I've listened to this go down at least three times over the weekend. To her credit, the third way always works.
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Here, Let me Clean that Up
Little Bug may be slightly OCD. She puts all of her plastic food in individual ziploc bags, carries all paper to the trash, dusts everything with her socks and tonight she cleaned up after me. She was drinking her glass of milk before bed and it was in a sippy cup with a straw, she accidentally flicked the straw and sprayed milk on me.
She pointed at me and said "mess", then ran to her dresser, opened the door that has cloths in it, pulled one out and wiped my face off, then threw it in the hamper. She is ridiculous.
While we were driving around this weekend she was in a chatty mood, so I started asking her questions. I asked her if she was going to be a doctor, she said no, teacher - no, marketer - no, we finally got to one profession that she said yes to....ballerina. I then asked her if she was going to be an engineer, she paused and then said 'sure'. So I guess she'll fall back on her engineering degree once she's too old to turn pirouttes.
We were shopping in Macy's and Little Bug likes to hide in the clothes racks. She was hiding and then jumping out at daddy, yelling "boo". We'll he walked around the corner to surprise her, and she jumped out at some poor woman walking by, and yelled "boo". The woman clearly was not expecting a little girl to come screaming out of the clothes rack, so she was shocked and started laughing. I'm not sure who was more surprised - the woman Little Bug scared, or Little Bug herself.
She pointed at me and said "mess", then ran to her dresser, opened the door that has cloths in it, pulled one out and wiped my face off, then threw it in the hamper. She is ridiculous.
While we were driving around this weekend she was in a chatty mood, so I started asking her questions. I asked her if she was going to be a doctor, she said no, teacher - no, marketer - no, we finally got to one profession that she said yes to....ballerina. I then asked her if she was going to be an engineer, she paused and then said 'sure'. So I guess she'll fall back on her engineering degree once she's too old to turn pirouttes.
We were shopping in Macy's and Little Bug likes to hide in the clothes racks. She was hiding and then jumping out at daddy, yelling "boo". We'll he walked around the corner to surprise her, and she jumped out at some poor woman walking by, and yelled "boo". The woman clearly was not expecting a little girl to come screaming out of the clothes rack, so she was shocked and started laughing. I'm not sure who was more surprised - the woman Little Bug scared, or Little Bug herself.
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