Mudders Day

Not Mother's Day, but "Mudders" day. She said it to me, she said it to Grammy, and to Grandma too. I'm not sure she understood the entire concept, but it was still amusing.

Yesterday, she and daddy went shopping for a peasant (i.e. - present) for me for mudders day. She was dying to tell me what it was when she got back from the store, and it was really fun to try to trick her into telling me. She did spill the beans on the earrings - but it was so cute :) I loved my presents - I got a scrapbooking book, a necklace, and a pair of earrings that I really like.

Today we had her dedicated at church, and it was really nice. She was a little ham. The strangest part was the tooting. I don't know what she had eaten in Sunday School, but this solemn touching time ended up being a "shh...I heard that, but don't say anything" whispered at the front of the church. She did look pretty adorable, if I do say so myself. She told me that Uncle Kevin would think that her pink dress was "delightful." Indeed.



It was a rainy day, which I'm beginning to think are Melanie's favorite kind. She got to carry her umbrella, and she looks so cute with it. The only problem is that she doesn't want to give it up once she has it. I will now have to hide it for the next few days, otherwise she'll be carrying it around (open) the house for the next week.







We spent the day today with Kevin and Lori and the kids, and Melanie got to hold Aly's bunny. She had a hard time at first being gentle, but in the end was being really sweet. She was fascintaed by the ears, though.









She fell asleep on the way home; no nap, early morning. She was so cute. She didn't wake up when we picked her up, didn't wake up when we brought her in the house. But when we touched her feet to take her shoes off - she was up and at them again. She fell asleep pretty easily tonight, though.




We took her to see Curious George the other day. It was her first movie, and actually, it was our first one since we brought her home. She was a HOOT! Amazed by the "big tv" - really bummed that she couldn't hold the theater seat down with her hefty weight. Ate popcorn and M&M's till she was going to pop. I'm really glad there were only about 8 people in the theater counting us, because she was so NOT quiet! She kept telling us that George was in "really BIG trouble!" The other people in the theater were laughing at her too, but we're just starting to get used to that.

On the way home from the theater she was singing songs and cutting up with us. All of a sudden she stopped and said, "Oh no! My gum is on the seat!" I asked her how it got there, and she said, "It jumped right out of my mouth!" Brian was laughing himself silly at that one. Jumped out of her mouth indeed.

Her current favorite pasttime is to go to the potty (number 2, of course) with daddy in the room, and practice making funny faces together. Below are some of her best shots. This is of course right before bedtime, when she's supposed to be winding down. What a farce. She doesn't ever wind down - she just quits when she finally falls asleep. Little stinker.

Tomorrow we might make some cookies. I'm sure that will make some fun stories.

Birds poop outside...

What a weird few days this has been. She is 2 going on 22 or something! I know I'm going to have to do a scrapbook page of just the things she says. She had me in stitches several times.

Yesterday, she had a popsicle - one of those ones in the wrapper? I can't remember what they're called. Well, she had a blue one - and it obviously was her first one that she's ever had. She could not be convinced to put her lips on the plastic - she kept squeezing it out - and it was popping around everywhere (the ice part) and she was trying to just pick it up with her fingers. We eventually got her to put it in her mouth and suck on it, and by george, that thing dissapeared fast! She had blue in her eyebrows, all the way up to her armpits (her pitties, as she calls them), and of course her nose, mouth, cheeks, teeth, tongue. Her comment on the blue face: "At least it matches my shirt!"

The other day at McDonalds, she says to me as we sit down at the table for our "date", "Oh no, Mommy! This burger is all squirly!" I'm a little ticked off, because I thought they had put onions or lettuce, or worse yet -"pomatoes" on her burger. I looked at it carefully, and asked her what was wrong - because there were no vegetables on there. She said, "Where is the ham? This isn't a hamburger!" I was cracking up - and had to honestly tell her I have no clue why it's called a hamburger when there is no ham on there. She did eventually eat it, but we had a lot of questions about what makes meat ham and what makes it hamburger, and how they come from different things (we didn't get into it coming from animals...I wasn't ready for that conversation...call me a chicken!)

I made a chocolate cake yesterday, and Melanie got to eat the shavings off of it. She put icing on it herself, and some sprinkles. She had chocoalte everywhere, but was so excited that she got to make it "fancy" by using the sprinkles. I haven't given her straight chocolate like that ever. She doesn't have much of a sweet tooth, actually. She only ate a few bites. But she had fun smooshing the stuff around on it.

This morning we were sitting at the stamping table, and she was working on a "poject" and asked for some ink to stamp with. I gave her a majenta ink pad, and she said, "Is this purple?" I told her that actually, it was majenta. She said, "I don't like bajenta." I said, "Not, BAjenta, it's MAjenta." She says, "Oh, MAAAbajenta! I think it's just purple."

Mabajenta. Sheesh - I'll never think of it the same again!


We were running some errands today in the car, and there was some bird poop on our car window. Melanie says to us from the back seat, "That bird pooped right on our car, Mommy!" I said, yes it did. She says, "Birds poop outside, but mostly on the windows." I didn't know how to answer that one - because the poop we see is mostly on windows. Brian is just laughing - he has no comment. Then Melanie says, "Sometimes I do poopoos outside." I said - WHAT?! Brian just cracked up laughing. Melanie told him, "Daddy, this is not silly. This is important!" I asked her when she had pooped outside, and she said, "I don't really poop outside. But I could if my potty chair was out there." I told her that we only poop inside on the potty. I think that her curiousity is aroused though. I'm hoping not to catch her pooping outside anytime soon.

We met Zippy the clown this evening. She made balloon animals for the kids - made Mel a monkey climbing on a tree. She named the monkey George, and on the way home her tree popped. She kept saying lots of things about Zippy - it was cute. I think it may have been her first clown experience. And don't you know it - no camera around. DOY! I hate that!

While we were out and about tonight, she had to go potty, and when I took her in, we went in the stall, and she shouts out (thank goodness it was empty in there) - "Oh no! This is a booty trap! (aka...booby trap.) We're TRAPPED, and Daddy won't be able to rescue us because he can't see us with the door closed! What are we going to do?!" I had no clue what to tell her there either - so I told her I would rescue us when we were done going to the potty. She tells me, "You can't do that, Mommy. You have to hold me on the potty so I don't fall in. My hiney is too tiny to sit here by myself."

Good grief.

She also kept telling me to "boogie" tonight. She did the monster boogie (Laurie Berkner) in her booster chair tonight. She's really getting into dancing more and more as she becomes more comfortable. It's fun to watch her.

Ursela

I'm not sure I spelled that right, but that is definetely the word of the day. Ursela from The Little Mermaid; we watched it for the first time this evening with Melanie. She was enthralled - I've never seen her so mezmerized - she asked less questions, even (although noted, not many less...) She really was curious as to why Ursela stole Ariel's voice - that was the biggest puzzler for her. And you know those slimey green things that Ursela turns everyone into? I didn't know what they were called - I don't know that they ever actually say - so we call them "Creepies" - and that worked for us. She said that she did NOT like the Creepies. Can't blame her. Those things give me the heebie jeebies, and I'm a grown adult (mostly!)

Sassy is the operative word these days. She's getting sassy, and just flippant about things, which I will admit is my fault for not staying on top of things. "Yeah" is her most used word - we have started nipping that in the bud - I just hate it. Even she was catching herself this evening; "Mommy, 'yeah' is not kind; I will say 'yes mommy' next time." At least she's getting it into her little head.

I played at a wedding this weekend, so during the actual ceremony, Melanie stayed here with Mrs. Aiken. I wish now I had taken their picture together - it would have been a great shot! They colored - a lot - and played outside for a bit, as well as playing dolls and reading some books. When I put Mel to bed that night, she prayed for Mrs. Aiken to come back soon, and for mommy to buy her some cool crayons like Mrs. Aiken has. It was sweet.

Speaking of prayers, my little peanut has started to really think about God, and the fact that he listens to her prayers. She said on the way to somewhere (I think it was on Friday) that she needed to ask God for some new hairclips, because her hair was blowing around in her face. I told her that she had hairclips at home, and I'd be sure to put them in the car for next time. Her response: "Well, I need them right now because my hair is in my face right now. Does God know what our car looks like?"

It's very difficult to explain that it's not like getting a snack: instant - when you talk to God. It's hard to put that on a 2-year old level. But we did get it mostly squared away. She said she'd just ask Uncle Kevin instead. (I guess he's right up there next to God, since he is the "big boss" of the church!)

Today was a pretty relaxed day. She sat outside on the swing for a while under a blanket, even though it was a nice spring day. Some of those pictures cracked me up - she looks so angelic. Her profile kind of looks like Ariel from The Little Mermaid, I thought in passing while we were watching it.





I wonder at what age you stop being able to smell your own feet? My feet have not seen my nose - or within a foot (no pun intended) of my nose - for a LONG time! She can touch her feet to her nose to smell them. She can touch her feet to her ears. I think if I let her, she'd chew on her toenails. She's still obsessed with the goobers in between her toes, which is a little wacked, if you ask me.



She experienced bare feet outside for the first time today. She did not like it - she was walking around on her tip toes saying that she wanted her shoes on. Her little toes are so cute - and she loved the grass; said it tickled her toes. She needed to walk in the grass to go get a 'blow flower'. Of course, she blew it right in my face as I was trying to take her picture. Figures.




We had an empty box this evening from an order of Stampin' Up! products; she played in that box for about 2 hours. She looks so tiny in it - and it's not a big box! I wonder sometimes why we have toys. Our living room looks like Toys R Us exploded in it.







She wanted to listen to Laurie Berkner on her headphones tonight; she looks like a little DJ. Her current favorite is the Monster Boogie song. I was singing that with her tonight, and used different colors than Laurie does when she sings it, and got a big lecture: "Mommy, Laurie Berkner does not say that the eyes are turquoise, she says that the eyes are yellow, and Laurie's monster teeth are not pink, they are green. Do you not member?"

As if I could forget. We listen to that song about 90 times a day!!

I better run. Melanie has an "eyeglash" (yes, with the 'g') in her eye.

Never a dull moment!

Do you smell something?!

Here's the scene:

We're in the bathroom, and Melanie is wrapped up in a towel, fresh from the bathtub, in my arms. We're snuggling up, kind of cuddly, etc.

All of a sudden: "Do you smell something?!"

I say, "No, what do you smell?"

"Cotton Balls!!"

Brian and I are cracking up at this point, and she's laughing, just because she thinks it's funny that we're laughing.

Then, as I'm holding her, remember, wrapped up in a towel, she says, "Uh oh! I am tooted!" (translation: she's tooting right now). Basically, in my hand. And then she says again:

"Do you smell something?!"

Well, we're cracking up all over again. And she is asking us, "What's so funny? I really smell something this time!" Which makes us laugh even harder. She was just a hoot tonight.

They did a lot of playing outside tonight. I was outside without any shoes on for some of the afternoon, so my feet were pretty black. We were upstairs and she said, "Mommy, what's wrong with your foots?" I said that they were dirty, and she said, "Can I see?". I picked up my foot and showed her, and she said, "Oh my goodness! That is just nasty!"

Truth hurts, doesn't it?





It was a good day. She was full of herself.

Spy Gadget

Today was a day of ups and downs. A lot of imagination in that little brain, I tell ya what!

We started off today with several hours in the backyard at our "park". She played in the sandbox for most of that time, with Brian and/or I looking on. I think if she had her drothers, she'd move the sandbox into her bedroom and just play there all night. Yesterday we had a little tiff in the sandbox, because every time I would build a sandcastle, she would knock it down before I could even get the bucket all the way off. I gave her 3 chances - strike, she was out. I'm trying to teach proper sandbox etiquette. So, I ended up going to sit in the porch swing while she sat in the sandbox and cried. It was sad. We eventually made up, and everything was ok.

So this morning, she tells me, "Mommy, I will be bery kind and not knock your sand castle over. Come on over!" These things stick harder than I thought they would.

Today the request for lunch was peanut butter & jelly sandwhich, a pickle slice (which we now like, even though they are a vegetable), and some pieces of orange. She said it was the "best lunch ever." She ate every single piece of it, too - a half an orange, a whole sandwhich, and the pickle. That's a lot of food for a tiny peanut.

After nap, things went slightly downhill. She was just...argumentative, I guess is the word. We had talked about going to get desert if she could finish all of her dinner. She would not eat the last bit of it, so I told her, no desert. Tears. Weaping. Wailing. Throwing of fits. Then she got into trouble. More tears. More weaping. More wailing. And another fit. Into trouble yet again. This time, reconciliation. We had a "decussion" and talked things out. She would try to obey and finish her dinner, and could we please go get desert. Deal struck.

I'm a sucker.

Her quote as we were drying faces and hugging and getting right: "Mommy, this is too hard for me. Being two is just not easy!"

I'm thinking if two is hard, three is going to be just...a walk in the park! (ha!)

So, we walked with Aunt Normie to desert. She pushed Baby Sue in the stroller, along with her Spy Gadget. This would of course be from a Backyardigans episode. She is a secret agent today, and she asked me as she was getting Baby Sue ready to go where her spy gadget was. I'm scrambling, both in brain and in body, to try to figure out what kind of "gadget" I can get for her. I'm rooting thru the cabinet in the kitchen, and come up with a coffee scooper (a pretty large one). I thought, this will never make it. I was wrong.

It's a Super Shovel Spy Gadget. And it has gone everywhere today.

I'm pretty sure that there is an age limit on plaid pants, but she has not reached it yet. She looked really cute, strutting down the sidewalk in these little red pants. She kept swinging her hair back and forth, jaunting right along. She told me that she had her "driving licence" so that she could push Baby Sue. (This is from the time in the mall when I rammed the stroller into a clothes rack with her in it, and made some comment about not having a licence to drive the thing...she still remembers that!)

Not only did she have desert, she had chocolate desert. How dumb am I?!

She did look pretty cute, though. There are so many things to see when you eat outside on a pretty spring evening. Birds. Holes where owls can live. Buzby the Bee. The moon ("which is a crecent shape tonight, Mommy").And dandilions. Oh, the dandilions. Even after you blow all the fuzzies off, you have to put the stem in the stroller with Baby Sue, because "that part is still good."




I never knew that part was still good.

Bathtime was fairly uneventful, although she did want to rinse her hair all by herself. We had a few moments there of trying to get the shampoo out of her eyes, but there was no crying or anything.

Bedtime was also fun. Aunt Normie read a book (Baby Donald Finds His Kitten, which I think is the book of choice for guests of any nature, as Grammy read it while she was here too, about every night.) We read Sleeping Beauty, then sang a few songs, including the ABC song. J is not in that song anymore - I'm not sure where it went...and LMNOP sounds sorta like "elehnmohpeee" - not quite right. But she sings it with gusto!

As I was tucking her in, she told me very seriously that I could not pass. I was trying to figure out where that was coming from, when she went on to explain to me that I could not pass because the gate was closed, and that I had to pull it, not push it, and that she would sleep for a while and get some "sinjury" (energy) and then help me pull it open tomorrow, and then we could pass together.

Backyardigans again.

I would love to know what kind of dreams she has. Between the Backyardigans, the dandilion fluff, and the coloring pages, I know they've got to be awesome!