Maturity

As a stay at home mom, I am always trying to come up with activities to make our day go by faster. Art projects are a big part of that. We make cards for our family, we glue things, paint whatever wooden thing I find on clearance at Michael's but if I'm really lucky, we color. Not only is that exciting because the clean up is easy but I find coloring surprisingly relaxing. Staying in the lines and creating an even color feels so rewarding. I was a kid that quit coloring long before I could stay in the lines so it almost feels like I have accomplished a life goal when I finish a picture. (yeah weird I know.) Coloring was my favorite thing to do with Kaitlyn until we bought markers. I am all about orange dogs with red ears and green tails but with markers there are only eight colors. Kaitlyn "needs" five of them which leaves me with brown, yellow and black. Am I the only adult that gets mad because my two year old won't let me have the purple? Did I really just take it from her pile resulting in a tantrum the size of the grand canyon?

Yes I did because my orange dog with red ears and a green tail needed a purple tongue.

Why does it seem that no matter how old we get we never mature more than a 14 year old.

Comparison

For Kaitlyn's whole life people have always said she is a spitting image of her dad. Now they are saying that about Kylie so I have been wanting to look at their pictures side by side. Now let me tell you this... Kaitlyn may have some of John's features but Kylie is John's shadow!!!

I may be the only one but I actually think Kaitlyn looked like me when she was younger. What do you think?

By the way- comparison #1 the girls were a couple weeks apart in age. Comparison #2 they are almost exactly the same age.

Comparison #2

Comparison #1

Moving forward

As much as I hate to admit it, I have a two and a half year old, who is not a baby. Since I have quit potty training- pretty much forever, I have to do something that big girls do. I quit potty training. John won't buy a bed. That leaves the sassy. The other night she went to bed in our room with out sassy. I put her in her crib without it. The night went pretty well so when she woke up asking about her sassy I told her the sassy fairy came and took all of the sassys away. That went over pretty well so I put her down for her nap without one too. Then again last night... I'm just waiting for her meltdown because we haven't had one yet. She just keeps telling me we have to go to Wal-Mart and Target to buy more. She is also using her sign language to make sure that I understand what she is telling me. Yes, I understand. I told her we don't have any money to buy sassys. I'm waiting to see what her come back is because I can see on her face she is really thinking about it. HA!

Joys of Motherhood

Today was Kylie's poop day. So she did it. It was everywhere. She probably lost 20% of her body weight. It was too messy to carry her upstairs so I changed her down on the blanket. After 10 minutes of diaper changing I got up to throw the diaper away and Kaitlyn announced, "My turn!"

What is so hard about a toilet?

Ahhh Kylie...

I love my new baby girl. She is so sweet. I love her little toes and her chubby rolls and her four chins. I love her strength and determination. I love the way she looks so happy to see me when I'm away for a while. I love that she rarely screams. But I am not loving my nightly wake up calls. I know that lots of babies wake up in the night when they are much older than four months however, I am not their mommy. I have always required a little more sleep than the average person. With Kaitlyn, I just let her scream it out. And scream she did for more than a few nights! For some reason, I just can't let Kylie do that yet. She is only comforted by my boob. I have tried to rock her and shh her but she is not having it. All she wants a little drink- no more than a suckle. All I want is to sleep uninterrupted until 6:30. One of is is going to have to get over it.

I have a feeling that is going to be me.

Outcome

After 45 minutes shut up in the bathroom, Kaitlyn pooped. In her pull-up. You must be kidding. Nope. My child has figured out advanced engineering. She figured out how to jump rope. She figured out how to make me sing an entire song about poop but she can't figure out how to crap on the toilet. Is this a joke?

To make the joke better, Kylie woke up from her nap covered in poop. Now she only poops every three days so it wasn't an ordinary baby crap. I have also been picking boogers from her nose for two weeks. I am impervious to any sort of bodily fluid. Bring it on!!!

...still trying

Kaitlyn has been locked in the bathroom for 10 minutes. Seriously, all she has to do is pee and I'll let her out. I swear if she pees in that pullup I'll have a fit!

Potty Training

Okay, everyone person over 40 that I know has been harassing me about potty training Kaitlyn. So today I felt inspired. I got her up, gave her a talk about the potty, put on a pull up and gave it my best shot. I asked her every 15 minutes if she needed to go to the potty. I made her sit on the potty once an hour. Every 16 minutes, she would pee in her pull up. Around lunch time I made her go because I knew a #2 should be coming. So we sat on the potty forEVER, Kylie was in the other room crying but I knew she had to go. Nope. Nothing. Until I put the pull up back on.

Todays count- Pull-ups 3. Potty 0.

Toes

Not only do my children look nothing like me, they don't act like me either. Kaitlyn wanted to wear a pretty dress Saturday. She picked out the exact one that she wanted. Then she put on her white patent leather shoes with heels. She insisted on having her hear in pigtails and putting on lipstick (vaseline) twice!

Then there are her toenails. They must always be painted in a fresh coat of paint. She insists on picking out the color. Saturday morning, she decided that mommy need toenail paint too. And she was right so I scheduled time in my day to put on polish. I got it applied perfectly, even with a clear topcoat and here she comes, running into the bathroom and kicked a shirt on my perfectly wet toes. So I tried to salvage it and paint a little more on top of one toe. A few minutes later she moved a toy on top of my f00t. Then she thought I should wear flip-flops. Finally I stopped trying to make it good enough. I took the paint off my big toe and totally redid it and went down stairs. John walked in the door and gave me a hug.
And stepped on my foot.

Life

Now that Kaitlyn really talks (too much), it is really neat to have her perspective on life. How I wish that anything that was wasn't working needed batteries, if it was broke daddy could fix it, and if it hurt, it just needed a kitty cat band aid. I truly pray that life will always be that easy for her.


Here's Kylie and her sweet smile!!!