Thursday, May 27, 2010

Tell Me About. . . Again!

The Lady is a curious sort. Being almost three, she is at that "Why" stage in life. She asks a thousand questions and a thousand follow-up questions. Then she asks you to repeat whatever answer or information that you have provided her, by simply saying "Again!"

I think it is her way of processing. Obviously, she retains the information through repetition. I am often amazed at how many things she remembers that happened months ago, and how that information is seemingly randomly brought back up, while we are driving in the car or walking down the stairs.

I am constantly thinking--what is she thinking?

So, the other morning when we were leaving the house, my husband at the bottom of the stairs, The Lady sliding down the stairs on her moon, and me following behind with the Little Lady, she just blurted out. "Dad, you have a penis."

To which he gave our standard answer, taken from that classic movie "Kindergarten Cop" that yes, girls have vaginas and boys have penises. I am the type of parent who thinks you should just call body parts what they are. Although we do refer to the butt by many names including butt, tush and moonie, we do not say things like "pee-pee," "hoo-hoo" or the dreaded "down there, where the dirty parts are."

This is in part to not confuse our kids. The Lady, for a while was convinced that my husband peed out of his butt and at one point told me he peed "with his finger," this after she walked in on him in the bathroom and saw him holding it while he went. In both cases we had to set her straight.

So last night, while I was checking on her before she fell asleep, I asked if she needed her diaper changed. She told me yes, and then said that she needed some "moonie cream" or diaper cream. I told her we didn't have any within reach and she asked for the lotion that she had liberally applied to her hands minutes earlier that was well within my grasp. I told her that lotion wasn't used for her vagina and that diaper cream was used for diaper rashes on vaginas and penises.

What came out her her mouth next was:

"Mom, tell me about the penis."

Well, Lady where do I begin? The stories I could tell. . . but I digress.

Not entirely sure how to respond, I told her that God made Adam and Eve and he gave Adam a penis and Eve a vagina. I certainly didn't want to get into any sort of creationism vs. Darwin debate, nor did I want to go into other uses the penis and vagina have besides peeing on the potty and getting diaper cream applied, so I picked what I thought would be a somewhat clear answer.

The Lady simply replied, "Again."

So, I told her about three more times about the penis, and I hope for now it will be enough.

Fat Guys and Singers and Lost, Oh My

Where do I begin?

What a week for TV. Unfortunately, with the exception of "Lost" and fast forwarding through the entire episode of American Idol last night to get to the end to see my blue-eyed dream boat capture the title, I didn't see much of it at all.

But I am happy to report that Michael won The Biggest Loser, Lee won American Idol and Lost didn't totally disappoint. And to give me that little kick I need to make it through the rest of the summer without having to worry about my favorite shows not being on anymore, tonight is the new season of So You Think You Can Dance.

Now, if I can only find the time to watch. . .

Monday, May 24, 2010

Mmmm. . . donuts

The Ladies and I went to the beach on Friday. It was a beautiful day, hopefully one of many more. The Lady was super excited to wear her new bathing suit and I was excited that the Little Lady stayed confined to the towel, not wanting to venture off into the sand and sea. That being said, she still found time to eat some sand and to try to eat a shell.

We returned totally tired out, covered in that fine film of sunscreen and sweat, the Lady passed out in my bed, the Little Lady playing quietly on the floor, while I washed out sand covered bottles and rinsed off the beach toys.

The sound of the running water drowned out the rustling of the brown paper bag. When I switched off the faucet and turned around, this is what I found.

Yes, munchkins. The Little Lady ripped open the bag (I can only assume with her two teeth), as evidenced by the wet piece of brown bag stuck to her stomach, and dug in.

If this was your first taste of donuts, wouldn't you go for two too?

Mmmmm. . . . donuts.

I was able to take a few pics, before having to wrestle the sticky munchkins out of her hands and sweep up all the crumbs from the floor. I mean what can I say, she is a girl after my own heart.

Bean = Tree, Little Lady = Apple

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Little Lady is Nine Months!

Here are some recent pics of the Little Lady. She just turned 9 months old! I can't believe how much quicker her life is going by than my pregnancy with her did. She is everywhere and in everything. Right now, as I type, she is in the closet pulling all her overnight diapers out of their bag. Her sister is in her jewelry box, pretending to be a "fashion masigner," and I am hoping that after attending a freezing cold Yankee game last night that started an hour late and resulted in a loss after being up 5-1 in the 8th, that everyone will be taking a long nap soon.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

A Few Random Thoughts

Disappointed in Dunkies

So, apparently Tuesday was Dunkin Donuts "Free Iced Coffee Day." Now any of you who have been following this blog, know that not only am I a huge Dunkies fan, and have a sort of love affair with their iced coffees, but that when "Free Iced Coffee Day" comes around, I usually make a bit of a pilgrimage to all the Dunkies in the area and gather up like a two-day supply of free coffee.

I feel like I deserve this for being a loyal customer and for spending probably way too much money in their establishments. Granted, I have been pretty much getting free munchkins for like a year for the Lady, but that is due to her sweet face and overall cuteness.

So how disappointed was I, when I read that Dunkies was only running the offer in certain cities and regions and that it did not include Fairfield County CT? I was super disappointed. What kind of bullshit is that? How can you have "Free Iced Coffee Day" and not offer it in your own backyard? Shame on you Dunkies. Shame. Shame. Shame.

Reality Wrap Up

I noticed that I haven't posted anything in a while having to do with pop culture, Reality TV or US Magazine. It isn't that I haven't been reading gossip columns online at work, watching Idol and BL or perusing the pages of US Magazine--did everybody see McSteamy on the cover last week, totally nudie holding his baby girl? I guess, I have just failed as a blogger to relay these things to my faithful readers. I am so looking forward to my beach time this summer when I can discuss these things in depth, with those who I know really care.

Anyway, I was so psyched for the BL makeover episode last week. Finally Daris and Michael tamed that wildness that was growing from the top of their heads. Now, I am not 100% sold on Daris' final cut, the Pompadour of curls is slightly distracting, but he does look good. I am looking forward to the finale.

Speaking of finale, Idol is down to its final three contestants. Even though Idol doesn't appear to be the ratings juggernaut it has been in the past, I got hooked this year, primarily because of all the "unique" talent and because sometimes it is just fun to watch people bomb on stage. I am not embarrassed to admit that I have a bit of a crush on Lee DeWyze. What can I say, I am kind of a sucker for dark-haired, blue-eyed guys. Plus--his singing touches me on an emotional level and he has two capital letters in his last name. I am rooting for this kid and might actually download a song of his off iTunes when his record comes out. That, or at least sing along to it on the radio. Love you Lee.

Lionel-1 the Little Lady-0

I have been behind in blog postings lately and I apologize.

The truth is I have been lacking serious motivation, drive and the energy required to string along a sentence or two.

I am hoping to work my way out of this funk soon, but some days I just feel like pulling on the sweats and cozying up to Lionel for some quality veg-out time.

Speaking of Lionel, the Little Lady tumbled off my fine friend the other day. It is totally my fault, I mean it is pretty much Parenting 101 that you shouldn't put an infant in your bed, unattended, especially if that infant is always on the move.

In my defense, I will say that she was sleeping when I put her in the bed. I also put a "protective" pillow up beside her (not too close that she could roll over on it) to serve as a barrier. About 15 minutes after I put her down, she stirred--perhaps by the screams of her older sister? I let her settle back down and assumed she was back asleep. What I should have done is double-check on her (or move her to her crib) because about ten minutes later, I heard the dreaded--ba-boom-boom, and then a scream.

What surprised me the most was that when I ran into the room to scoop her up off the floor, she was not on the side of the bed that I left her on, instead she had rolled all the way across Lionel and was laying on her back on the opposite side of the room.

I immediately picked her up, checked for any injuries and tried to calm her down. She did fall back to sleep, pretty quickly (and yes, I checked her every ten minutes).

I didn't notice the giant bruise on her forehead until after she woke up from her nap. I am not sure how she fell, or what she hit first, but I did call the Dr. and was reassured that this happens to a lot of people. This, of course, I already knew, having gone through it when the Lady was about 8 weeks-old and fell off the couch. I will say this time around I didn't panic, cry uncontrollably or totally berate myself for being an awful parent, but I did feel super bad for my Little Lady.

In order to show my regret, I got down on my hands and knees yesterday and scrubbed our wood floors. I am hoping the Little Lady appreciates not crawling around in filth and having all her super cute outfits covered in grime!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Little Lady is on the Move

The Little Lady is everywhere. She has started G.I. Joeing her way around the house at a very quick place.

I have found her under the table, under chairs, sitting behind doors and most notably, pushing open the bathroom door and trying to climb into the Lady's froggy potty. This is I find, quite alarming.

Not only is she everywhere, she is filthy. My floors need to be scrubbed so badly it isn't funny. I pick her up and her clothes are dirty. I am thinking of hiring someone to come in and do it for me. I mean really, who wants to get down on their hands and knees and scrub a floor? However, the Little Lady is basically living down there so I want to make sure she doesn't get sick or put everything she finds down there in her mouth. I am thinking that I am going to have to put on the kneepads and get to work!

The Lady wasn't much of a crawler, so I never had to worry about her leaving the room on me. The Little Lady is much more advanced in terms of her physical activity. She is already pulling herself up on things and rolling, turning and squirming so much, I can barely keep my hands on her. Yesterday, in an attempt to change her diaper, she rolled over and off the couch. I was able to grab her by one leg, before she hit the floor, but not quickly enough to have her head avoid scraping the side of the exersaucer. When I did pull her up she immediately grabbed the diaper, a small poop fell out onto the couch and then in an attempt to console her crying, I was forced to hold her on my lap, where her unwiped moon left its little remnants on my pants. Ugh.

Today is My Birthday!

Happy Birthday to me!

I also want to wish a very Happy Birthday to one of my very best friends, one of only a few people in this world, who I could imagine sharing a birthday with. I hope your day is as wonderful as you deserve!

Carvel ice cream cake is waiting for me at home, so basically, this is going to be a good day!