Have you all seen this illustration yet? I find it fascinating. And I love it.
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So this kid. Oh my soul, this kid!
The Lord knows I love her. I do. And yes, I say that to myself so many times a day I've lost count, just trying to remind myself or convince myself or something! Because MAN she is on my last nerve!
Her new favorite hobby is to take the expensive Loreal kids shampoo and squirt it from one end of the playroom to the other. This happened multiple times over the weekend and every single time it took me at least an hour to clean up b/c a pile of SOAP is hard to clean up! It just smears around and gets bubbly and soapy and although it smells so yummy it is a royal pain in my ass. Seriously.
My friend suggested the next time she does it we put a little of the shampoo on her tongue. Bar of soap in the mouth anyone? I think it's genius and since no other form of punishment is working and we can't physically keep her out of the bathroom and our eyes on her 24-7 I am seriously going to try it if I smell mango orange shampoo again!
She has also become best friends with the three foot stools in our house. One sits next to a rocking chair to be used as a foot rest/table, one is for the potty and one if for washing hands. Little miss Parker, however, has now figured out that the potty stool is also a great way to get water from the door of the fridge "ah by mesef". And the foot stool is tall enough to get her to my bed where she can jump until her heart's content (or until I find her). And the hand washing stool is perfect for putting next to Gray's crib to wake him up. Because you know, I don't value naps in this house.
Parker has also discovered a love of scissors, which I have fostered by giving the girls some great cutting work (that I need to photograph and share here) lately. And that's ok, scissors are so great for their hand-eye coordination and just hand dexterity in general. It's not ok when you cut hair (luckily no big deal) or mail or photos. Not so ok.
Today she figured out how to climb into the exersaucer and for once I am fully on board with this new interest. She sat "playing baby" for almost 20 minutes today! Twenty minutes of her in my sight, totally confined so I could answer emails! Lovely! I did take photos of that!
I love her but MAN does she test me!
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TODAY: It started out ok in the fact that I found time to straighten up the house before leaving, where as usually to get us all out the door I am throwing things everywhere and ignoring the toys+breakfast mess+floor etc. We picked up the house and walked outside to take Bails to school and Gray to the chiropractor. And that's when I locked my keys in the car. Luckily with no kids inside! Our sweet friend Kurt drove Bails to school for me and we missed Gray's appointment. Not the end of the world but when I have a plan for my day that includes a trip to the bank and of course my ever necessary Mnt Dew, but then gets taken away from me I get frustrated!
OH MAN OH MAN OH MAN.
You will not believe that as I was typing that I hear footsteps on the stairs (the girls are not allowed to leave their bedroom at nap time) so I go to investigate and I find a NAKED Parker with POOP EVERYWHERE. WTF?!?!
She pooped in her diaper (oh yes. I am forcing the kid to wear diapers b/c her accidents were pushing me over the edge), took it off (laying it nicely and face down on the annoying elmo chair) and I guess was coming downstairs to find me, I don't know. I took her back upstairs and found the toilet paper ALL OVER the bathroom that she'd tried wiping herself with. Nice. And I saw the clothes in her room that she'd tried to put back on, poop smeared.
As I type I am wanting to scream but instead am just silently chanting, "i love that kid. i love her. i love that kid. i love her."
