At the beginning of last week, Lilly marched up to the counter at the post office and declared to Poor Postal Sir, “I did a huge elephant poop.” Sigh, smile and nod. Usher child quickly out of public place. Potty training is, well, still exciting to say the very least.
At the end of last week, Lilly marched up to the same counter at the post office and declared to different Poor Postal Sir, “My Mommy did a huge elephant poop.” Sigh, wince and nod. Usher child quickly out of public place, ignore loud chuckles from childless common-folk waiting in line.
Guess Mom should watch what she says, huh?
No more post office for us.
At the beginning of last week, Lilly and I spent thirty five minutes looking for Princess Sparkle Jazz Pants Ballon Twinkle whatever-the-hell-it’s-name-is beloved pony figurine that was LOST and SCARED and LIVING WITHOUT HER MOMMY. She was inside my kitchen aid stand mixer bowl resting peacefully in a kitchen cabinet. I very calmly hand over Twilight Shimmer Dust Rainbow whatever-the-hell-it’s-name-is without so much as even suggesting that she stay out of the stand mixer bowl when Lilly loudly demands that “Mommy should never never EVER put her precious. cute. pony. into. the. kitchen. cabinet. ever. again! If you do it, Mom, I’m gonna never never EVER be your best buddy EVER AGAIN.” After a few solid little humphs and some sternly crossed little arms, I’m released from her scolding and try desperately to salvage my good mood.
At the end of last week, I’ve purposely hidden more than one pony in secret stash locations all over the house. Figure I need to stay two steps ahead. If I physically HIDE the ponies, they can never be lost but I can always find them. Genius, I am.
At least my wild girl has a kindred spirit in her good buddy Zai. We so enjoyed a play date with them, that as usual, assured me that my first born is in fact human, and it is POSSIBLE for her to be normal every once in awhile.
In other news, I tried taking something birthday photos of Gracie last week. They’re cute, and I can’t resist sharing, but I need to try again with a different lens, different light. She’s a happy little peanut. Such a good sport.
Grace is so *twinkly*. Her little smile is bright and oh so deliciously happy. We flicked the light switch on and off in the kitchen, playing a morse code game, for way too long earlier tonight. Ever. Single. Time. the light came back on- my little girl grinned in pure wonder. The lights coming and going amazed her.
And she amazes me. Every day. All the time.
Even when she’s being a little punk 😉