I Can't Pind It

I love that Katie is 2 and talking up a storm. I also love that she pronounces "P" for "F" sounds. So all day long she says things like this:

"I got someping on my poot." (foot)

"I can't pind it." (find)

"My pinger's stuck!" (finger)

Maddy's Least Favorite

I try at bedtime every night to ask Maddy her favorite part of the day and her least favorite part of the day, just to have a chance to talk about things on her mind. For the last several days, when I ask her what her least favorite part was, she says,

"Not going to Disneyland."

Bear in mind that all day long, there has been no mention, discussion, or anything anywhere about Disneyland....I'm afraid she's going to be disappointed for quite some time.

Katie Cuteness

I had to get this down before I forget it. I took Katie out to see the moon the other night and told her to say hi to the moon.

She said, " Hi, Moon. How you doing? I Katie."

It's times like those that I could just sqeeze the stuffing out of her.

Not ME! Tuesday

For those of you wondering what this is, MckMama over at mycharmingkids.net does a meme called "Not me Mondays" where you can 'fess up about some of your not so perfect moments as a mommy. For example, I most certainly did NOT accidentally tickle Katie's armpits while washing her in the tub causing her to SLAM her face into the shelf on the back of the tub gashing her lip. I always practice by the book tub safety procedures. Then I absolutely wouldn't ever be indecisive about something like my baby's health and ride around with her in the car for another hour trying to decide what to do and ending up letting an off duty nurse friend look at it and advise me to skip the ER. I can ALWAYS surmise a situation at a glance and know the absolute correct course of action. I also didn't waste an hour of time sitting in a flu-infested waiting room just to find out that her lip is fine and I totally overreacted with the trip to the doctor's office. NOT ME!!!! Just because a cut to the lip looks deep and oozes blood for twelve hours doesn't mean it's in the least bit serious and in need of medical attention. NO SIR!!!!! I also didn't secretly think it was funny that my self-absorbed four year old, Maddy, was running around in her panties with wet hair saying, "I'm cold. Can I have some chips? I don't want to go to the hospital. I don't like the hospital. Can I have some chips? I'm cold," while I was trying to call the doctor and figure out how to stop my two year old's lip from bleeding. It would be COLD and CALLOUS and CRUEL to be able to find any humor in that whole situation. Right? I also did NOT find it funny that my husband totally couldn't deal with the whole thing and rather bluntly told Maddy that it "WAS NOT ABOUT HER RIGHT NOW" while she was running around worrying about her creature comforts while her sister was bleeding like crazy. Because the rule in our house is NOT "whoever is bleeding gets the attention". That would totally ignore another child's needs and ego and self-esteem. We would NEVER have a rule like that. All I CAN do is thank God that her lip isn't too sore and doesn't seem to be hampering her appetite much at all.

Scary cookies

After I went to Maddy's room the third time last night, around 5am, I asked her what she dreamed. It went something like this:

Me, "What did you dream about this time?"

Maddy, with terror in her voice,"Cookies!"

Me,"Cookies are NOT scary."

Maddy,"A dinosaur ate up all the cookies and then he ate ME!"

Sigh. I so wish I could just turn her imagination off at night.

Seven Quick Takes (Vol. 11)

1. We have been sick for a LONG time now. I had a cold leading up to Maddy's birthday, Katie caught that cold the day AFTER Maddy's party which turned into a sinus infection (I think); then we both picked up a nasty stomach bug. Tomorrow makes two weeks since Maddy's party and we're just now all getting back to normal. I'm feeling just a wee bit cracked after all of this.

2. Speaking of stomach bugs, I highly recommend that anyone with children keep a supply of hospital-type gloves on hand. (Literally! I love puns.) Anyway, everytime something disgusting happens that I REALLY don't want to touch, those gloves save me.

3. Katie has a tendency to throw up in her bed in the middle of the night. (She didn't this time around but it's something she's done since she was itty bitty.) I never have a clue until I get her up the next morning. She's very neat about it, I have to say. She obviously sits up, makes a deposit at the far corner of her crib, and then lays back down to sleep. She usually just has a tiny bit on her sleeper at her feet. Clean hands and face. I don't know how she does it, but I appreciate not getting a 2am wake up call.

4. Another thing I love when the ickies are at our house is my ultimate crib sheet. Anything gross goes down in the crib and you've got this great waterproof sheet attached by snaps around the crib bars that shucks right off.

5. Maddy, on the other hand, is a hysterical puker. (Probably why Katie's method always leaves me so surprised.) She only does it about once a year and she has to be really sick for it to even happen. It is always spectacular (in a bad way) and extremely upsetting to her.

6. Don't you hate carseats that are never the same after you've had to majorly dissassemble and the reassemble? We found a great deal on a carseat/booster, but after one big mess, it was just never quite the same again. Note to self: Always stick with Graco.


7. I guess that's all for today. I'll have summer fun to blog about next since we're attempting a Dollywood trip next week. This will be both girls' first go at a theme park. God be with us. You can see everyone else's Quick Takes at Jen's blog.

Definitely a dog

This little post is about my two girls' first experience with kittens, as in just a few weeks old, still teeny-tiny kittens. We went to visit a friend of mine whose cat had had five kittens. They were finally old enough to be petted and such, but still really small. Maddy of course was all gung ho and picked one up immediately. I was a bit distracted with Katie and all the kittens running around, but I thought I saw her unceremoniously drop it onto the floor. Since I wasn't 100% sure, I didn't say anything, just watched her more closely. Sure enough, she picked up another one, and suddenly tossed it onto the floor. I realized that since these kittens were so young, their claws were doing that little pokey thing when you picked them up. Maddy would pick one up, get poked by their claws and throw it down. I took her to the side and explained the new "only holding kittens while seated and no tossing them" rules. Meanwhile my friend's daughters looked vastly relieved when they heard me say that we couldn't EVER have a cat since my husband is allergic. I'm sure they would have lost sleep if we'd taken one of their kittens home. Heck, I would have lost sleep, too.

Katie, on the other hand, was very gentle with the kittens and would mostly bend over and squeal at them as they played, earning her suprised little kitten expressions that probably meant, "Why are you screaming at me? What did I ever do to you?". She would occasionally touch one, but usually with only one finger. She could definitely do the cat thing. Alas, with Maddy's tendencies toward wild enthusiasm and playing rough, we will have to eventually get a dog. A very sturdy dog.