Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I need soap, I need soap

I could hear T chanting this phrase at me, but I mostly ignored it because I was nursing the baby and couldn't get up; plus it was a phrase I'd heard my neatnik daughter use many times before when she didn't actually need soap.
I guess I should have paid more attention because when I finally got up to see what she was doing I found this:
That would be the remains of the mother's day chocolate I was hoarding.
I was thisclose to getting worked up into a rage and inflicting punishment (my chocolate!) but then I decided I'd better just take a few pictures first.
Luckily for me T found that punishment enough.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Happy Mommy's Day

T has something important to say:

Monday, May 6, 2013

The Dresser Debacle

That's what I like to call it.
So the thing I was dreading finally happened. T figured out how to climb out of her crib. And when I say climb out of her crib, what I really mean is that she figured out how to get out onto the dresser that is positioned right next to her crib, but not any farther. She'd get stuck up there.

So she slept on top of the dresser for three days.
Actually, she was sleeping on the diaper changing pad. So I figured all I needed to do was take away the pad, and then she would stay in her crib and sleep on the comfortable mattress instead of the hard dresser top.
She slept on that hard dresser for exactly one nap. I made Seth change her crib into a toddler bed that night, thinking that she wouldn't try to get out onto the dresser if she were able to easily get out of bed.

Yeah. The next morning we found her asleep on her diaper changing pad again (which I had put back.) I guess the motivation was to sleep on the dresser, not to just get out of bed.
So that night we put the unused side of the crib lengthwise in between her crib and the dresser as a shield. Now there was no way she could get onto the dresser! Finally! Our problems would be over!
I guess you can predict what happened next.

She slept sitting up in the glider chair all night.
So the next night Seth and I kept going in and putting her back in her bed and she screamed and cried about it for an HOUR and I felt like the meanest mom in the world.
But then the next night she went to bed peacefully and stayed there all night.

Yeah, that was only a one night thing.
She's been falling asleep in the glider chair for the past week. Seth and I move her into her bed right before we go to sleep.
I've given up.

Wednesday, May 1, 2013

3 Months

My second born is now officially 3 months old.
She is a happy happy baby, with the exception of when she's gassy. Then we are all hating life.
She loves to smile, but hates to laugh. Seth always tries to get her to do it by tickling her, but she will just grunt like she's trying to hold it in. So no real laughs yet.
She likes to chew on things. Her fists, her shirt, her blankets. She's pretty much covered in spit all day long.
She especially loves to watch and smile at her older sister. I don't think she realizes T is also the person who likes to inflict pain on her. The other day T scratched her head and drew blood (and got in big trouble for it.)
These last three months have gone by quickly and I'm pretty sure we will be celebrating her first birthday next week sometime.