She's too cute for her own good.

Tonight after she was lotioned and pj'd, she didn't quite seem ready for bed, so we read some stories.

First she brought "Home for a Bunny" to Joe and had him read it to her.

Then she brought "The Runaway Bunny" to me. (Theme night?)

Then she got out "Goodnight Moon" (which, btw, has bunnies in it), sat down, said "Jaynie read Moon book!", and "read" the whole thing to us. She has it totally memorized. I could tell that she was using the illustrations to help her remember what came next in some places - it was really impressive. Not to mention SO CUTE! When it was over she said "The End!", put it back on the shelf, and was ready for bed.


(I forgot the part of the evening when I said to her "Go tell Daddy you need your binky" and she ran off, found him, and yelled "BINKY, PLEEEEAAASE!")

Now she's in bed, but she's not quite asleep. She's saying something over and over. Joe and I snuck up to listen at the door, and he finally identified it as "Spoonful of Sugar" from Mary Poppins. What we kept hearing was "SNAP! The job's a game!" She's also saying "He knows, a song, will move the job aloooooong." She's killing me tonight.

Not exactly Miss Manners....

Last night during dinner Jaynie burped, then excused herself. It was the cutest freaking thing. "Excuuuse me!", then goes right back to eating. Joe and I were trying not to hurt ourselves laughing at it. And what made me especially pleased with us was that neither of us has taught her that. We never said "When you burp, you say excuse me." We must just both be very polite people and she's learning from example. Good to know.

Of course, later when Joe was putting her pj's on she farted. This was a serious fart. This was no lady-like "passing of gas", this was Blazing Saddles quality. Did she excuse herself?

No. She giggled like a maniac, said "Farts!", then laughed out loud. Seems we have some more work to do.

I've always suspected....

Today over breakfast....

Me: Jaynie, use your spoon, please.

Joe: Like a big girl!

Jaynie: Mommy use a spoon like a big girl! (I was, in fact, eating my Cheerios with a spoon.)

Us: That's right!

Jaynie: Jaynie a big girl, too! (As she takes a bite w/ the spoon.)

Us: That's right!

Jaynie: Daddy a big girl, too! (He was not using a spoon - just standing there looking like a girl, I guess.)

Me: That's right!

Hee hee hee.

She talks in her sleep...

I've heard some pretty funny stuff come out of her room at 2am, but being that I was asleep too... well, it's hard to remember in the morning. Sue me.

Luckily for this blog, she also talks while she naps. She generally naps for about 2 hours. 45 minutes in, she wakes up just enough to cry a little, maybe say a few ridiculous things, then lay back down. Last week after a trip to the zoo she woke up saying "Monkeys! Monkeys! More monkeys! Jaynie wants the monkeys!" (Apparently we headed for the elephants prematurely.)

Yesterday's is the all-time winner, though. She was in her room and I suddenly hear "ALL DONE!" and I'm thinking "Crap. That was a short nap." (assuming that the "all done" meant "I'm all done with this nap, thanks.")

Then I hear "ALL DONE GEORGE!" and I briefly entertain thoughts of smacking that cat around... till I notice he's on the couch next to me. Not, you know, in her room harassing her.

But the part where I finally figured out she was dreaming? "All done George blow bubbles! Jaynie want the bubbles!"



I'll let you ponder that image for a minute. Apparently, in her dreams, George is a bubble-hog.

And for her next trick...

This happened a while ago but I forgot to post about it...

I was attempting to pee in private, which I usually have about a 50/50 shot at. Suddenly there is the THUMPTHUMPTHUMP of little feet running down the hall towards the bathroom (not so much a pitter-patter around here - more like a herd of elephants.) She slams open the door, rushes in, throws her arms up over her head, yells "TA DAAAA!".... then runs back out.

I can't make this stuff up, folks. I'm just not that creative.

Time for those parental controls...

Jaynie naps in her crib now. I finally have got her to the point where I can just lay her down, tell her to go to sleep, leave the room, and she does. It takes usually like 15 minutes of singing/talking/playing with her stuffed animals - but eventually she dozes off.

Problem? On Thursdays I babysit another toddler and she gets the crib. So I've been bringing Madam to my bed on those days, and snuggling her till she passes out. This usually takes considerably longer than if she was alone - like 30 minutes of me laying there with my eyes closed waiting for her to stop playing with my hair, changing position, offering me the binky, giving me kisses, saying "Hi Mommy!" over and over, etc.

Today I decided to see if the drop her off and walk away technique would work in my bed, too. So first we said "Night night" to Riley, and left her in the crib. Then we walked across the hall and I put her in my bed. Gave her a kiss. Gave her a stuffed animal to snuggle. Told her to go to sleep. Left the room.

All was quiet for about 10 minutes. I was out here doing a victory dance when I heard a suspicious noise. Sounded like.... music?

I go down the hall to find my not-even-two-year-old laying in bed, watching The Wiggles on tv - remote by her hand. When I managed to squeak out "What is this?" she casually pointed to the screen and said "Wiggles!" then went back to watching.

I'm going to assume that was the last channel we had on, and that she only managed to A) find the correct remote and B) hit the power button. I refuse to accept that she has mastered channel surfing to find a show she likes.




BTW - I realize I've been slacking on this thing. Jaynie has done and said many, many cute and hysterical things in the past weeks. Bottom line? When you are ginormously pregnant and have no husband around to help out you tend to crash and burn in the evenings right about the time the kiddo does. Blogging takes a backseat to basics like making sure there are clean sippy cups for the next day. I'll try to be better. Promise.