Friday, December 14, 2007
Juice?!
Anything in liquid form is called Juice. Whether it's water, milk, or pop. When I get out of the shower and put a diaper on Adele, she gets very angry and yells at the "Juice!" that drips from my hair onto her tummy. When we went to the splash park she was amazed at the sight of all the pools and slides and exclaimed "JUICE!" very happily. Rain is also very interesting to her. Lot's of Juice from trees. She has learned how to say Appy Juice though.
Thursday, December 13, 2007
I can do it all by myself!
My day started out at 5 am with shrieks of terror. Adele crawls into our bed and demands "da Daddys" (everything is in plural form lately). She must have had a nightmare. What toddlers possibly have nightmares about is beyond me. No Spongebob? Bath time cut short? All the poppies have melted!? (popsicles) So after claiming my 3 inches on our King size mattress and a corner of a blanket I attempt to doze off before the hubby goes to work. When Amadon left for work and I brought the teenager to school, I figured (silly Mommy) that I might be able to get more bed. I wasn't foolish enough to think she would go back in her crib but another 3 inches of mattress was all I was asking. So after contorting like an acrobat and giving up my King size blankets (oh I miss the warm fuzziness I could sink into during my pre-baby days)I managed to drift into sleep.
My toddler being, that warm, wonderful little girl she is, decided to let mommy sleep. Why today and not any other day ever in history is beyond me. Now to give you a little background, we've been attempting potty training but after falling off the small potty and becoming terrified of the big potty we've decided to go back to diapers and try again after the holiday season). Well, not only did she decide to let Mommy sleep but she also decided to show Mommy how she could potty ALL BY HERSELF. No, no. I don't think you quite understood that last sentence. Let me repeat this. A L L B Y H E R S E L F. I open one eye and see a whimpering toddler frantically pointing to her feet and the direction of the potty. I stumble out of bed (nope, not a morning person or coordinated this early) and see a sight to behold. Now if I would have been smart, I would have picked up my toddler (and with a grin) whisked her off to the bathroom and told her how proud I was of her newfound skills and Good Job! or something noble along those lines. Nope, out of my mouth was "OHMYGOD!!! WHAT DID YOU DO!ARGH!" as I stared at poop on my toddler, down her leg, on her feet, on the floor leading to the potty and smeared all over our potty like a new coat of paint.
After undoing any progress of independence and her ever being unafraid of the big potty again by my reaction, I bring her to the tub to hose her off. It's times like this in which you wish you owned a fire hose or pressure washer. And this wasn't regular poop. This was half cement, half super glue type of poop. So after getting soap and water and wiping off said poop the best I could (yeah, that sensation on my hand woke me up)Adele decided it would be a great idea to take a bath. So fast forward to after taking a bath and me dumping half a container of corn starch on her head. Why cornstarch you ask? Because it was the only thing I googled that seemed like it might half way work to get rid of a half jar of vaseline out of her head. Where did this vaseline come from? Oh well, I forgot to mention that part. Before bed the night before, Adele found half a jar of Vaseline hidden behind our bed, on the floor somewhere we decided to put it a couple months ago to prevent this situation from happening. We originally had it because we ran out of chapstick from the baby eating that and I had chap lips....the point is we were idiots that forgot about it and now I'm trying to get this stuff out of her hair which takes forever. Cornstarch does help. It doesn't take it all out but it works way better than shampoo.
If you remember the box of cornstarch from the upper paragraph you will know that it's open. An open box of cornstarch in the bathroom and (silly) mommy decided to attempt to go the bathroom and still had the box of cornstarch by the bath tub. Adele, ran in, grabbed the corn starch and by the time I had my pants half pulled up, had managed to dump it all over the kitchen, dining room, and living room. What a toddler can do in 5 seconds is amazing. Then my teenager came home from school and accidentally sat on a cushion that got smushed into a plate of pizza. So we start to clean. I am literally showering chairs in the bathtub, scrubbing down cushions and couches, mopping floors numerous times, etc to get the house looking like we kinda picked up a bit, two hours later. Phew!
I decided to just order delivery and watch Spongebob with the munchkin.
On a good note, Adele tried using her little potty today as well.
My toddler being, that warm, wonderful little girl she is, decided to let mommy sleep. Why today and not any other day ever in history is beyond me. Now to give you a little background, we've been attempting potty training but after falling off the small potty and becoming terrified of the big potty we've decided to go back to diapers and try again after the holiday season). Well, not only did she decide to let Mommy sleep but she also decided to show Mommy how she could potty ALL BY HERSELF. No, no. I don't think you quite understood that last sentence. Let me repeat this. A L L B Y H E R S E L F. I open one eye and see a whimpering toddler frantically pointing to her feet and the direction of the potty. I stumble out of bed (nope, not a morning person or coordinated this early) and see a sight to behold. Now if I would have been smart, I would have picked up my toddler (and with a grin) whisked her off to the bathroom and told her how proud I was of her newfound skills and Good Job! or something noble along those lines. Nope, out of my mouth was "OHMYGOD!!! WHAT DID YOU DO!ARGH!" as I stared at poop on my toddler, down her leg, on her feet, on the floor leading to the potty and smeared all over our potty like a new coat of paint.
After undoing any progress of independence and her ever being unafraid of the big potty again by my reaction, I bring her to the tub to hose her off. It's times like this in which you wish you owned a fire hose or pressure washer. And this wasn't regular poop. This was half cement, half super glue type of poop. So after getting soap and water and wiping off said poop the best I could (yeah, that sensation on my hand woke me up)Adele decided it would be a great idea to take a bath. So fast forward to after taking a bath and me dumping half a container of corn starch on her head. Why cornstarch you ask? Because it was the only thing I googled that seemed like it might half way work to get rid of a half jar of vaseline out of her head. Where did this vaseline come from? Oh well, I forgot to mention that part. Before bed the night before, Adele found half a jar of Vaseline hidden behind our bed, on the floor somewhere we decided to put it a couple months ago to prevent this situation from happening. We originally had it because we ran out of chapstick from the baby eating that and I had chap lips....the point is we were idiots that forgot about it and now I'm trying to get this stuff out of her hair which takes forever. Cornstarch does help. It doesn't take it all out but it works way better than shampoo.
If you remember the box of cornstarch from the upper paragraph you will know that it's open. An open box of cornstarch in the bathroom and (silly) mommy decided to attempt to go the bathroom and still had the box of cornstarch by the bath tub. Adele, ran in, grabbed the corn starch and by the time I had my pants half pulled up, had managed to dump it all over the kitchen, dining room, and living room. What a toddler can do in 5 seconds is amazing. Then my teenager came home from school and accidentally sat on a cushion that got smushed into a plate of pizza. So we start to clean. I am literally showering chairs in the bathtub, scrubbing down cushions and couches, mopping floors numerous times, etc to get the house looking like we kinda picked up a bit, two hours later. Phew!
I decided to just order delivery and watch Spongebob with the munchkin.
On a good note, Adele tried using her little potty today as well.
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