A Tender Moment

Lizzy was climbing up on the counter to get herself a cup of water. I kissed her heel and smiled at her. She turned around, smiled back at me, and said, "Mommy, I love.................juice."

Who doesn't?!

Best Conversation Ever!

9:00 am this morning:

Me: "Lizzy, you're awesome"
Lizzy ::scowls in confusion:: "What you say?"
Me: "You're awesome."
Lizzy ::immediatly lights up with a giant smile:: "Yeah!!! I IS a possum!"

Meet Kiney

Last night, somewhere around 10pm, I made a new best friend. Lizzy named her Kiney (K*eye-knee: rhymes with hiney as my husband quickly pointed out).

Lizzy was my dreamer sleeper, but for the past 4 months she has been too scared to go to bed by herself. We'd either put her in our room (bummer!), deal with an hour plus of screaming, whining, etc, or lie in her room with her till she fell asleep (at which point I was practically asleep as well).

Two days ago was one of the worst nights ever with her. She or Nye woke us up 8 or more times between 11pm and 6am. This night was followed by a day of no naps for her and minimal nappage by Nye. It was also the worst day at church we've ever had with them. I think I heard one sentence of a hour long sermon.

The next day, Lee stayed home with the kids while they were napping and I did some therapy shopping. :) It feels so good to enter and exit a car without unstrapping/buckling two kids each time!! While I was out, I found a cute little blue bird night-light that charges, then unplugs and lights up on it's battery power. Although it was a little pricey, I was willing to pay it for the chance at sleep.

So last night we put Lizzy to bed and gave her a new surprise! Lizzy loved it and immediately named her. Lee and I put Nye to sleep and left the room. We were sure the calm wouldn't last, and listened for the shrieks of "I'm SCARED!!!!!!!!!" We never heard them. After an hour I checked on her and saw this:

Long story short: I. LOVE. KINEY!!!!!!

Technically speaking

You know you're living in a world of techonology when your 2 yr old starts ending her sentences with "dot-org."

IE: Mommy, fommy, bommy, I like cheese.org.

Potty Humor

Lizzy goes to the potty today and chats with me:
Me: Ok, we have to wipe now.
Lizzy:  Oh....whhhhhy (whiny voice)?
Me: Because if we don't, some poop might be left and hurt your bottom.
Lizzy:  And cause we'll get sick?
Me::surprised:: Yeah, we could get sick from it too I guess.
Lizzy: And then we'll DIE!

Hmm......

Later,
Lizzy:  Look!  I pooped.  Number2!!
Me: ::surprised because I never use that phrase::  Did Dad tell you that?
Lizzy: Yep! ::poops more:: Look!   I pooped Number 3!!

My Sweet Girl

This morning I was getting snacks for Lizzy when I tripped and fell. I made a pretty big thud and as I was getting up, Lizzy proclaimed, "OH! Mommy fall down. It's O. K. Mommy. I kiss your bottom Mommy, you feel better."

I'm not sure I've ever made her an offer that generous. :)

Happy Birthday!

When I was younger I used to set my alarm to 5:46 AM on Feburary 23. That was the time I was born. I guess I liked to be awake when I actually turned a year older. Now I'm older and wiser. I sleep in!

Well that is, I try to sleep in. But Nye, being the sweet guy he is, must have wanted to be the first to officially let me know it's my birthday. He woke me up at 1 am to wish me a happy birthday-he couldn't stop screaming it. He even gave me a gift (FYI: if you were thinking of getting me a soaking wet diaper-I've got all I need. Thanks.).

Nye must have sensed my birthday hadn't happened yet, so he woke up at 2:15, 3:30, 4:28, and 5:40. He even gave me two more gifts to help build the excitment! Well 5:40 did it. I was awake for my birthday. Thank you little man. He must have known because he didn't wake up again till 7:30. (See, he didn't wake up anywhere in 6 o'clock hour. Yay!)

I really wanted Nye to just stop screaming and go to sleep. As I was moping about this being a lousy start to another year, I decided to be zen about it. So I repeated my new parenting mantra: "It's not about me." Somewhere in my sleep deprived state, I realized how true this was. My birthday wasn't about me. :D It was about my mom, who was probably just as awake and possibly screaming as loudly as Nye during the same night hours 26 years ago.

Thanks for the reminder little guy, you rock.

Thanks for birth Mom, you rock. :)