"Hey Baby Jonas! That's (pointing to her own chest) Big Sister Jaynie!"
How cute are these kids, I ask you?
The day after Christmas we all went to the zoo to try and walk walk walk me into labor starting. Apparently it worked, because at about 12:45 (about 3 minutes after I lay down and closed my eyes - nice) my water broke.
Suz was supposed to be there for the birth, but we figured it was already 1am, Jaynie wakes up before 7am, no way was I going to have a baby in less than 6 hours. Right? Right? So we left her there w/ Madam. The plan was once Jaynie woke up a friend would come get her and Suz would meet us at the hospital in time for all the exciting parts.
Well - so much for plans. When we got to the hospital I was already feeling some pretty freaking serious contractions, and the nurse checked and reported that I was at 4cm. Less than an hour later I was at 6cm. I then had one long contraction that lasted about 30 minutes and almost killed me, and at the end of it I was fully dialated.
It was at this point that they called the Dr. and woke him up and told him to get dressed and make the 20 minute drive to the hospital. Yeah, you read that right.
The room was full of nurses telling me not to push, explaining to me how to control myself (yeah, cause blowing out is just as good - who needs to push, anyway), telling me to wait for Dr. Wood, etc. I spent the entire time trying to negotiate with them. Joe does an excellent imitation of this. ("Explain to me why I have to wait for the Dr? You girls look capable of catching a baby. Get your gloves on." They tried to tell me he had to be there in case there was something wrong with the baby. "He's not a pediatrition. You have those on staff. He's just for me, and I'm perfectly happy being in your care. Now, get down there because I'm about to push this baby out.")
Dr. Wood showed up and there was a really funny few seconds where the nurse that had been telling me no no no lifted my leg and started counting like I should be pushing, and I had to tell her that I wasn't having a contraction right then. Then they started again and I got down to business. 3 contractions and he was out. We won't discuss the injury he inflicted on me on the way out. Let's just say I now feel silly for worrying about what form of birth control I was going to use after the baby was born.
Jonas Nathaniel Moore was born at 3:46 am (Yes, for those doing the math - 3 hours after my water broke. Apparently, he was in a hurry.) on Dec. 27, 2005. He weighed 8lbs 12oz, and was the biggest baby in the hospital (considering the fact that I'm currently sitting on a pillow... these women who have 6lb babies may be on to something.) He's 21 inches long, has lots of dark brown hair, dark eyes who's color is still a mystery, and is yummy and smoochable all over.
Joe and I are both amazed at how easy he is to take care of. We seem to recall the first few weeks being absolute hell w/ Jaynie, and now we have this tiny baby who just eats and sleeps and that's really it and we're like "Was she this easy too? Are we better at this this time? Are we remembering wrong?" Seriously - during the first 2 weeks of Jaynie's life we looked at eachother more than once and said "Maybe we only have one kid." How did people do this with a toddler running around? Well, now I know the answer. The toddler is where all your time and energy goes - not the newborn. He wakes up in the morning when Jaynie does, and nurses while she watches some cartoons in Mommy's bed. Then he sits in his vibrating chair while she and I eat breakfast, get dressed, etc. Just when she's starting to wind down from playing, he's ready to eat again so we all go sit on the couch and watch "Sleeping Bluety" while I nurse him. Then he goes back in the chair while she and I have lunch. Then it's nap time for everyone. Jaynie sleeps in her crib, Jonas sleeps either in his hammock or snuggling with me.
When we wake up there is more movie watching/nursing/cuddling action. Then we play until it's time to make dinner. Jonas sits in his chair up on the table and stares at the chandelier while we eat. After dinner it's bathtime for everyone. Jaynie's in the tub and Jonas on the floor getting a sponge bath (he still has the cord thingy.) Joe takes Jaynie, I take Jonas. Jaynie tells me what songs to sing to "make Baby Jonas feel better" if he starts crying. They both get the lotion rub down and pj's on in the bathroom, then we say night-night to Big Sister, and Jonas and I settle in for another nursing session.
Sometimes he goes down then, sometimes he stays up and eats like 4 more times then goes down right before I do. What he does do is sleep sleep sleep. Last night he slept for almost 6 hours before I woke up leaking and had to get him up to eat. I'm not sure what I did to deseve such a good baby, but I'll take it.
Jaynie calls him "Jaynie's Baby Jonas". She gives him pats to the head, holds his hand, gives him kisses on the forehead or "little feeties", wants to hold him, wants him to watch her ("Baby Jonas watch Jaynie!") and in general acts crazy about him. She'll tell you that he's a little baby so he needs "lots of naps, and lots of milk" (sometimes she qualifies that as "lots of milk... from Mommy's boobies!") When he cries she'll tell me "He's so hungry, Mommy! He needs some milk!" The first few times she saw me nurse him she wasn't thrilled about it. She'd lean in close and watch him sucking and start yelling "Stop! Stop!" We're not sure if she thought he was hurting me or what, but she's gotten used to it now. In fact, I think she tries to talk me into nursing him more frequently than he needs it, because she knows it means I'll turn on a movie and cuddle her on the couch.
I am in Mommy heaven. These kids are so yummy, I could just eat them up. Jaynie is still a little trigger happy from my long absence at the hospital. If I could sum up the past few days in 3 words they would have to be "Jaynie HOOOOOOLD Mommy!" But she's starting to mellow out a bit and is more willing to give me room to breathe. My little family of four is having fun.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
Thursday, December 22, 2005
I'm a ticking time bomb
That's how it feels, anyhow. We're seriously hoping that this baby waits until after Christmas to make his appearance. Last week I was a frenzy of activity, making sure everything was ready for him, convinced he'd come any moment. Now that we're so close to the holiday I've been laying around trying to explain to him that his birthday will be tons more fun for him if it isn't the same day as the biggest gift-giving holiday of the year.
I am absolutely the largest pregnant woman on the planet. I was telling Joe this morning - when I was pregnant with Jaynie I could still fit into my non-maternity oversized sweatshirts. They were sung where once they were loose, yes, but they covered me. I tried to put one on today - it covered my arms and boobs and that was it. There was no pulling that waist-band down over my belly. I suspect I'm carrying the Hulk in here.
I've been telling Jaynie the story of her brother's birth. She knows he's in Mommy's belly, she knows that one day she'll get to go "play with Alex at Miss Stacey's house" while Mommy and Daddy go to the doctor. And then Daddy will come get her and bring her to see Mommy and the Baby Brother OUTSIDE of Mommy's belly. And then he'll come home and sit in the "baby chair" (a bouncy seat I have out in the living room), and he'll use a "little tiny binky" and he'll probably go "wah wah wah" because he's just a baby. She has it all figured out. Ha. You notice I left out the parts about him pooping 12 times a day and waking her up at night.
She annouced today that there were only 2 days until "Aunty Suz comes hoooome". Who knew she was counting down the days! "Aunty Suz comes home, and Santa brings Jaynie LOTS OF PRESENTS!" Should be a good day. (If I'm not in the hospital. STAY PUT, BABY!!!)
Right, then. I hear some Cocoa Pebbles calling my name. As Jaynie says - "Feliz Latidad" to you all.
I am absolutely the largest pregnant woman on the planet. I was telling Joe this morning - when I was pregnant with Jaynie I could still fit into my non-maternity oversized sweatshirts. They were sung where once they were loose, yes, but they covered me. I tried to put one on today - it covered my arms and boobs and that was it. There was no pulling that waist-band down over my belly. I suspect I'm carrying the Hulk in here.
I've been telling Jaynie the story of her brother's birth. She knows he's in Mommy's belly, she knows that one day she'll get to go "play with Alex at Miss Stacey's house" while Mommy and Daddy go to the doctor. And then Daddy will come get her and bring her to see Mommy and the Baby Brother OUTSIDE of Mommy's belly. And then he'll come home and sit in the "baby chair" (a bouncy seat I have out in the living room), and he'll use a "little tiny binky" and he'll probably go "wah wah wah" because he's just a baby. She has it all figured out. Ha. You notice I left out the parts about him pooping 12 times a day and waking her up at night.
She annouced today that there were only 2 days until "Aunty Suz comes hoooome". Who knew she was counting down the days! "Aunty Suz comes home, and Santa brings Jaynie LOTS OF PRESENTS!" Should be a good day. (If I'm not in the hospital. STAY PUT, BABY!!!)
Right, then. I hear some Cocoa Pebbles calling my name. As Jaynie says - "Feliz Latidad" to you all.
Dear Future Jaynie...
Hi Honey, it's Mom. If you have been looking through photo albums or the saved version of the website or watching home movies lately, and are wondering why there was a serious drop in the number of pictures taken of you right around the time your brother was born, don't blame him. Don't blame your Dad or me, either. You know why we hardly get any pics of you anymore?
BECAUSE YOU'RE A PAIN IN THE BUTT!!!
Every time I get the camera out you rush me, trying to get it. "JAYNIE TAKE THE PICTURE! JAYNIE TAKE THE PICTURE! JAYNIE HOOOOOLD CAMERA!"
Today you looked so cute in your little Christmas shirt and pants. I got a few pictures of the floor, and one of the ceiling while wrestling over the camera with you.
Then you wanted to put on your Nemo costume. I did get a couple of the back or side of you, but once you turned my way? All I have is one of you screaming at me (which is actually pretty cute and will be making an appearance on the website.)
When you insisted on trying on my maternity pj's and wandering around, lost in all the fabric? More ceiling and floor shots.
I give up.
BECAUSE YOU'RE A PAIN IN THE BUTT!!!
Every time I get the camera out you rush me, trying to get it. "JAYNIE TAKE THE PICTURE! JAYNIE TAKE THE PICTURE! JAYNIE HOOOOOLD CAMERA!"
Today you looked so cute in your little Christmas shirt and pants. I got a few pictures of the floor, and one of the ceiling while wrestling over the camera with you.
Then you wanted to put on your Nemo costume. I did get a couple of the back or side of you, but once you turned my way? All I have is one of you screaming at me (which is actually pretty cute and will be making an appearance on the website.)
When you insisted on trying on my maternity pj's and wandering around, lost in all the fabric? More ceiling and floor shots.
I give up.
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Jaynie-isms
Tonight after dinner Jaynie picked up my phone, pulled out the antennae, pushed several buttons, held it to her ear, and said - "Hello? Blah blah blah. I'd like a cheeseburger, pleeeaaase."
This event was obviously blog- worthy, as it had both Joe and I near tears (well, I was near tears - Joe was too busy asking me "How often do you take this kid through the drive through?!?!) It also made me realize it's been a while, and she says all kinds of cute things that need to be recorded for posterity. Of the top of my head...
Sleeping Bloofy
On Comet and Q-tip and Donner and Litzen
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin (ok, she pronouces this correctly, but it's cute enough to include here.)
She can sing the 12 days of Christmas. Seriously - starting from about 10 down she's got it. "10 Lords a leaping, 9 ladies dancing.... an a porridge in a pear-eeey"
Jaynie's version of counting to ten - "One, two, three, four, five, eight, nine, ten. (pause) six and seven. (pause) ELEVEN!"
She's big on throwing around the words "also" and "too". "Mommy has brown hair, toooooo." She's learning her letters and will look at her ABC book and say something like "C is for cow, also car tooooooo."
There are more. There are hundreds of thousands of cute things she says, but that's all I've got for now. I'd promise to do better keeping up with this, but considering I'm going to have twice the trouble around here any day now, I don't want to make promises I can't keep. Seriously, folks, have you ever tried to chase around an almost-two-year-old while weighing approximately 400lbs? It's not easy. When she runs up to hug my leg I totally lose sight of her. And losing sight of this kid for a second is bad news. She can destroy a room in under 20 seconds if left unattended. (Joe is saying she can destroy it in half the time with my help. He claims he can leave a perfectly clean room and come back less than a minute later to find the two of us playing surrounded by toys and crushed Cheerios. I have no idea what he's talking about.)
This event was obviously blog- worthy, as it had both Joe and I near tears (well, I was near tears - Joe was too busy asking me "How often do you take this kid through the drive through?!?!) It also made me realize it's been a while, and she says all kinds of cute things that need to be recorded for posterity. Of the top of my head...
Sleeping Bloofy
On Comet and Q-tip and Donner and Litzen
Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin (ok, she pronouces this correctly, but it's cute enough to include here.)
She can sing the 12 days of Christmas. Seriously - starting from about 10 down she's got it. "10 Lords a leaping, 9 ladies dancing.... an a porridge in a pear-eeey"
Jaynie's version of counting to ten - "One, two, three, four, five, eight, nine, ten. (pause) six and seven. (pause) ELEVEN!"
She's big on throwing around the words "also" and "too". "Mommy has brown hair, toooooo." She's learning her letters and will look at her ABC book and say something like "C is for cow, also car tooooooo."
There are more. There are hundreds of thousands of cute things she says, but that's all I've got for now. I'd promise to do better keeping up with this, but considering I'm going to have twice the trouble around here any day now, I don't want to make promises I can't keep. Seriously, folks, have you ever tried to chase around an almost-two-year-old while weighing approximately 400lbs? It's not easy. When she runs up to hug my leg I totally lose sight of her. And losing sight of this kid for a second is bad news. She can destroy a room in under 20 seconds if left unattended. (Joe is saying she can destroy it in half the time with my help. He claims he can leave a perfectly clean room and come back less than a minute later to find the two of us playing surrounded by toys and crushed Cheerios. I have no idea what he's talking about.)
Sunday, November 27, 2005
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.
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.
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.
Monday, November 21, 2005
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.
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.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
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.
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.
Friday, November 11, 2005
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.
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.
Thursday, November 10, 2005
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.
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.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Update on the update
Since posting that 18 month update, Madam has mastered the ABC's. She sings them all the time. My favorite part is "L M N O P", because when she does it it sounds like "Elmo P". So cute. "Now I sing my A B Ceeeeeeeeee's, next time sing with meeeeeee!" She also recognizes letters as "ABC's". She'll point to big text on signs and say "A, B, C, D...." like she's reading it.
She knows her left from her right. She's officially smarter than me.
She knows her left from her right. She's officially smarter than me.
Jaynie do it!
We have officially entered the phase of "Jaynie do it!" Isn't it early for this crap? Shouldn't I have a few more months of cute baby before she turns into a holy terror?
Last week she would say "Jaynie do it!" about getting dressed, but what she meant was "Mommy - you hold out the shirt the correct way, I'll put my arms in the holes." This week she yells JAYNIE DO IT! and means "Mommy - get your HANDS OFF my shirt! I'm putting it on! So what if I'm trying to put it on backwards and upside-down! Didn't you hear me? JAYNIE DO IT!" and on and on and on. She wants to bathe herself, dress herself, climb in the car by herself, climb in her carseat, buckle herself in, mix her own chocolate milk (Yes - I give her chocolate milk. It's Instant Breakfast so I figure it's almost like it's good for her.), clean up her own milk mess, undress herself, turn on the tv, turn off the tv, lotion herself, brush her own teeth.... I'm sure there's more. Those are just the situations in which I heard JAYNIE DO IT today. Thank God it hasn't occurred to her yet to want to change her own diaper. Any day now she's gonna reach for a wipe and I'm going to have a problem.
Last week she would say "Jaynie do it!" about getting dressed, but what she meant was "Mommy - you hold out the shirt the correct way, I'll put my arms in the holes." This week she yells JAYNIE DO IT! and means "Mommy - get your HANDS OFF my shirt! I'm putting it on! So what if I'm trying to put it on backwards and upside-down! Didn't you hear me? JAYNIE DO IT!" and on and on and on. She wants to bathe herself, dress herself, climb in the car by herself, climb in her carseat, buckle herself in, mix her own chocolate milk (Yes - I give her chocolate milk. It's Instant Breakfast so I figure it's almost like it's good for her.), clean up her own milk mess, undress herself, turn on the tv, turn off the tv, lotion herself, brush her own teeth.... I'm sure there's more. Those are just the situations in which I heard JAYNIE DO IT today. Thank God it hasn't occurred to her yet to want to change her own diaper. Any day now she's gonna reach for a wipe and I'm going to have a problem.
So much cuteness!
Joe left last week for a two-week TDY, and Jaynie has been trying to break some kind of record for cuteness since he left.
Monday night -
I put Jaynie down for bed and shut her door. She was babbling and singing to herself in the crib, and I was wandering around the house tidying up (I do do that, sometimes.) When I was right outside her door I sneezed. Whoops.
There was a break in her song, and then I heard "Bless you, Mommy!" Then right back to the ABC's. Cutest. Thing. Ever.
Tuesday night -
Instead of giving her a bath, I brought her in the shower with me. While in there she A) washed her own hair, B) washed her own body, and C) washed me from the knee down (which was really appreciated - I can't see my feet anymore, much less reach them. The only parts she needed help with were her back and her right arm (she couldn't figure out that she needed to switch hands with the sponge - she was trying to reach her right arm with her right hand.)
When we got out she toweled herself dry. How did this happen? Wasn't it just yesterday that she was in the ducky tub?
Thursday evening -
While I'm elbow deep in dinner prep (not really, but I was cutting up raw chicken and had yucky germy hands), Jaynie casually walks past me from the living room to the den. She climbs up on the computer chair, stands up (!!!) and reaches up onto shelves that supposedly she can't reach. She gets the cat clippers, gets down, and strolls back into the living room while telling me "Kitty cat clip nails. Jaynie do it!"
You can imagine how quickly I was trying to wash my hands. Especially when I heard "meOOOWW!" from the living room, followed by "SIT DOWN, GEORGE!"
Now, I ask you - what on earth happened out there that made her think to give the cat a manicure? He was napping, she was watching a video and playing with blocks. At what point did she think to herself "Ya know, I don't believe this cat has had his nails clipped recently..." And how did she come up with, then carry out a detailed plan like that? SHE'S JUST A BABY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
Last night -
As I drove up to the pick-up window at Little Ceaser's, Jaynie yelled out "PIZZA!!!". She recognized the outside of the building, people! I guess I'll have to start making dinner, instead of just getting dinner.
Monday night -
I put Jaynie down for bed and shut her door. She was babbling and singing to herself in the crib, and I was wandering around the house tidying up (I do do that, sometimes.) When I was right outside her door I sneezed. Whoops.
There was a break in her song, and then I heard "Bless you, Mommy!" Then right back to the ABC's. Cutest. Thing. Ever.
Tuesday night -
Instead of giving her a bath, I brought her in the shower with me. While in there she A) washed her own hair, B) washed her own body, and C) washed me from the knee down (which was really appreciated - I can't see my feet anymore, much less reach them. The only parts she needed help with were her back and her right arm (she couldn't figure out that she needed to switch hands with the sponge - she was trying to reach her right arm with her right hand.)
When we got out she toweled herself dry. How did this happen? Wasn't it just yesterday that she was in the ducky tub?
Thursday evening -
While I'm elbow deep in dinner prep (not really, but I was cutting up raw chicken and had yucky germy hands), Jaynie casually walks past me from the living room to the den. She climbs up on the computer chair, stands up (!!!) and reaches up onto shelves that supposedly she can't reach. She gets the cat clippers, gets down, and strolls back into the living room while telling me "Kitty cat clip nails. Jaynie do it!"
You can imagine how quickly I was trying to wash my hands. Especially when I heard "meOOOWW!" from the living room, followed by "SIT DOWN, GEORGE!"
Now, I ask you - what on earth happened out there that made her think to give the cat a manicure? He was napping, she was watching a video and playing with blocks. At what point did she think to herself "Ya know, I don't believe this cat has had his nails clipped recently..." And how did she come up with, then carry out a detailed plan like that? SHE'S JUST A BABY FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!
Last night -
As I drove up to the pick-up window at Little Ceaser's, Jaynie yelled out "PIZZA!!!". She recognized the outside of the building, people! I guess I'll have to start making dinner, instead of just getting dinner.
Monday, September 05, 2005
18 Month Update
First, the stats....
Weight - 26lbs, 12oz (this would explain the burning arm and sore back when she forces me to lug her around)
Height - 32 1/2 inches
Now the update. This is what Jaynie can do now....
Colors -
She knows red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white, brown, and pink. She's amazing. She constantly points stuff out to me. "Red car! Pink shirt! Purple binky!" It's incredible. The Doctor was very impressed when, during our visit, Jaynie started walking around the room and naming the colors she saw. When I asked if that was normal, she said "No, that's not normal." and gave me a look like "Wow - you're really in for it, now."
Left and Right -
Joe is teaching her Left VS Right. It was decided that he should be in charge, since I still don't know mine. It hasn't clicked for her yet that one entire side of her body is the left and the other is the right, but she's starting to memorize which is her left foot, which is her right hand, etc. So if you ask for one or the other, she'll get it right about 85% of the time. I figure she'll have this nailed by next week. (At which point, Joe informs me, she'll officially be smarter than me.)
Numbers -
Jaynie can count to ten. She can also count to three, and to five. This is important - at first she'd just rattle off onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten every time. Now she's starting to be able to stop at whatever number you ask for. She's also starting to actually count things. I see her all the the time, lining up toys in a row, counting. "Ooooone. Twooooo. Threeeeeee."
Letters -
Jaynie will ask for "ABC's!", and can recite them up to G. If you sing, she'll sing along at odd places - like she knows "Y and Z!" She's also starting to be able to recognize A, B, and C written out.
Body Parts -
She knows head, hair, face, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, forehead, eyebrows, tongue, teeth, cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders, back, chest, belly/tummy, arms, elbows, hands, fingers, butt, legs, knees, feet, and toes. Yesterday she came up to me and did "Heeeeaaad.... knees and toes". She totally skips shoulders, but it's pretty impressive nonetheless. She also has started saying "Mommy's BIG belly!" instead of just "Mommy's belly". Everyone's a critic.
Table Manners -
Jaynie is totally capable of eating with a fork. It's just, most of the time, she chooses not to. She's slowly figuring out the spoon (For a long time she'd just try to spear whatever it was, as if she was using a fork. Not a really effective way to eat yogurt.) I've started giving her a little bowl of ice cream a couple of times a week - I've found that this is really helping with the spoon thing. Seemed all she needed was proper motivation. She feeds herself 100% of the time, even if it is with her hands. She also drinks from a straw like a champ, and is getting better and better at drinking from a normal cup, or out of a water bottle.
Locomotion -
Jaynie can walk, run, dance, evade me by ducking and moving out of reach, spin around, climb onto anything, give hugs, kisses, "swim" in the pool, clap, kick, stomp, wave hi and bye bye, and basically get into and onto everything in the house. She hasn't mastered jumping yet - one foot always stays on the ground (which is actually really, really cute.)
Communication -
Everywhere we go, other parents say to us "Wow. She's talking really well for her age!" A normal conversation will go something like "Mommy open crackers please." (while holding out the zip-lock), or "All done Wiggles (stupid kid show). Hi-Five (other stupid kid show) please!" She's also great at memorization. She will "read" you entire books if she's heard them often enough. Moo, Baa, La La La is the best. She just kind of skips the words she doesn't know, but if you are familiar with it you can totally recognize what she's saying.
She knows animal noises for just about every animal on the planet. Even ones that don't make noise (Example - did you know that the correct answer to "What does the turtle say?" is to make kissy noises? Who knew!)
She's beyond asking to watch a movie. These days, she'll ask me for a specific movie or show, sometimes even for a specific part. The ones she watches regularly (there's a few Sesame Street videos that generally get turned on once a day around here) she knows dialogue, too. She'll be sitting there, happily chatting along with Big Bird, doing all of Grover's lines - it's a riot.
Memory -
Jaynie remembers the people we visited in Florida last month, and will call them by the correct names when she sees a picture. She will remember if I told her she can have ice cream after her nap (and wake up going "Eye Beam! Eye BEAM!") Twice now she has recognized a picture of a baby when I've only told her who that was once. Both stories are identical - she's pointing and saying a word over and over that I can't figure out. Finally she gives me another hint ("Alex pink hat!" "Dakota green bow!") and I get it. She's calling the baby by name. (It should be mentioned that while she sees Alex regularly, this is a pic from last winter and she's unrecognizable as a little muffin swamped by a hat and binky. Dakota she has never actually met, just seen a picture and (apparently!) remembered the name.)
Musical Talents -
One day she started singing and she really hasn't stopped yet. We tend to listen to the same few kid cd's in the car and in her room over and over. A couple of weeks ago she started singing along. Turns out she's really been paying attention, because she knows all the songs. She may not get every word right, but she nails the number of syllables, and she's actually usually in tune. Now she's starting to sing on her own, without the background music. Favorites include Twinkle Twinkle, Baa Baa Black Sheep, and Three Blind Mice. You have not lived until you've heard this kid say "Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!" So freaking cute. She also dances like a fiend when the mood strikes her. Sometimes, there is no music playing. I guess she hears it in her head.
Vehicle Recognition -
Jaynie can spot "Mommy's car" or "Daddy's car" from a block away. In fact, there was one day a couple of weeks ago that we were pulling into a restaurant parking lot when she yelled "DADDY'S CAR!!!" Turns out Joe was eating lunch there, too. Good thing she spotted it, we might have missed him! When asked, she'll let you know that Daddy's car goes "hoot hoot" and Mommy's car goes "VROOM VROOM!" Joe says "Well - it does have those two extra cylinders."
She also loves to "drive" either car, while they're parked in the driveway. She'll turn the wheel, push all the buttons on the dash, turn all the dials, demand that the radio be playing and then mess with the volume... it's a good time.
Sense of Humor -
This kid cracks herself up. Sometimes, when you ask her for a purple block, she'll bring you a yellow one... then just watch you like "Do you notice anything strange about that block, Mommy?" Then crack up and give me the right one. Also, she laughs at all the appropriate places during her movies. Unfortunately, she also thinks it's hysterical when she either passes gas or burps. She'll laugh then try and do it again. Great.
Fashion Sense -
Jaynie has definite ideas about what she wants to wear every day. If I flat out ask "What do you want to wear today?", a lot of times she'll have an answer. ("Flower dress! Turtle shirt! Dorable outfit!") If I give her choices, she'll really give it some thought before picking. In fact, she likes to hold a shirt or dress up to herself and look in the mirror. I am not making this up. She'll kind of tuck it under her chin and wander off to admire herself.
If I'm folding laundry, or going through some new clothes, or in any way flaunting cute stuff in front of her she'll demand to be changed into the new outfit. She grabs at what she's wearing and announces "ALL DONE!", while simultaniously trying to put the new item on.
She likes to pick out her own shoes. Some days, this spells fashion disaster. Some days, she surprises me. (Last week she was wearing a dress and pink sandals. She saw a purple outfit that she simply HAD to be changed into. A few minutes later I find her in her room, pink sandals off, attempting to put on her new purple ones. Holy cow - she's better at coordinating a look than her father.)
One last thing should be mentioned here - the kid now owns five pairs of sunglasses. (I only have two! What is wrong with this picture?) Every day she lets me know which ones she wants to wear. Sometimes, what she wants are "Daddy's orange glasses!" (big wrap-around shades) that look absolutely ridiculously cute on her. She's a glasses hog - five pairs just aren't enough for a fashionista like her.
I think that's it. And now, I'll leave you with a nice story....
The other day Jaynie heard someone pass gas. She got all excited, looked around, and shouted at the top of her lungs.... "DADDY!!!!!" That's my girl.
Weight - 26lbs, 12oz (this would explain the burning arm and sore back when she forces me to lug her around)
Height - 32 1/2 inches
Now the update. This is what Jaynie can do now....
Colors -
She knows red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, black, white, brown, and pink. She's amazing. She constantly points stuff out to me. "Red car! Pink shirt! Purple binky!" It's incredible. The Doctor was very impressed when, during our visit, Jaynie started walking around the room and naming the colors she saw. When I asked if that was normal, she said "No, that's not normal." and gave me a look like "Wow - you're really in for it, now."
Left and Right -
Joe is teaching her Left VS Right. It was decided that he should be in charge, since I still don't know mine. It hasn't clicked for her yet that one entire side of her body is the left and the other is the right, but she's starting to memorize which is her left foot, which is her right hand, etc. So if you ask for one or the other, she'll get it right about 85% of the time. I figure she'll have this nailed by next week. (At which point, Joe informs me, she'll officially be smarter than me.)
Numbers -
Jaynie can count to ten. She can also count to three, and to five. This is important - at first she'd just rattle off onetwothreefourfivesixseveneightnineten every time. Now she's starting to be able to stop at whatever number you ask for. She's also starting to actually count things. I see her all the the time, lining up toys in a row, counting. "Ooooone. Twooooo. Threeeeeee."
Letters -
Jaynie will ask for "ABC's!", and can recite them up to G. If you sing, she'll sing along at odd places - like she knows "Y and Z!" She's also starting to be able to recognize A, B, and C written out.
Body Parts -
She knows head, hair, face, ears, eyes, nose, mouth, forehead, eyebrows, tongue, teeth, cheeks, chin, neck, shoulders, back, chest, belly/tummy, arms, elbows, hands, fingers, butt, legs, knees, feet, and toes. Yesterday she came up to me and did "Heeeeaaad.... knees and toes". She totally skips shoulders, but it's pretty impressive nonetheless. She also has started saying "Mommy's BIG belly!" instead of just "Mommy's belly". Everyone's a critic.
Table Manners -
Jaynie is totally capable of eating with a fork. It's just, most of the time, she chooses not to. She's slowly figuring out the spoon (For a long time she'd just try to spear whatever it was, as if she was using a fork. Not a really effective way to eat yogurt.) I've started giving her a little bowl of ice cream a couple of times a week - I've found that this is really helping with the spoon thing. Seemed all she needed was proper motivation. She feeds herself 100% of the time, even if it is with her hands. She also drinks from a straw like a champ, and is getting better and better at drinking from a normal cup, or out of a water bottle.
Locomotion -
Jaynie can walk, run, dance, evade me by ducking and moving out of reach, spin around, climb onto anything, give hugs, kisses, "swim" in the pool, clap, kick, stomp, wave hi and bye bye, and basically get into and onto everything in the house. She hasn't mastered jumping yet - one foot always stays on the ground (which is actually really, really cute.)
Communication -
Everywhere we go, other parents say to us "Wow. She's talking really well for her age!" A normal conversation will go something like "Mommy open crackers please." (while holding out the zip-lock), or "All done Wiggles (stupid kid show). Hi-Five (other stupid kid show) please!" She's also great at memorization. She will "read" you entire books if she's heard them often enough. Moo, Baa, La La La is the best. She just kind of skips the words she doesn't know, but if you are familiar with it you can totally recognize what she's saying.
She knows animal noises for just about every animal on the planet. Even ones that don't make noise (Example - did you know that the correct answer to "What does the turtle say?" is to make kissy noises? Who knew!)
She's beyond asking to watch a movie. These days, she'll ask me for a specific movie or show, sometimes even for a specific part. The ones she watches regularly (there's a few Sesame Street videos that generally get turned on once a day around here) she knows dialogue, too. She'll be sitting there, happily chatting along with Big Bird, doing all of Grover's lines - it's a riot.
Memory -
Jaynie remembers the people we visited in Florida last month, and will call them by the correct names when she sees a picture. She will remember if I told her she can have ice cream after her nap (and wake up going "Eye Beam! Eye BEAM!") Twice now she has recognized a picture of a baby when I've only told her who that was once. Both stories are identical - she's pointing and saying a word over and over that I can't figure out. Finally she gives me another hint ("Alex pink hat!" "Dakota green bow!") and I get it. She's calling the baby by name. (It should be mentioned that while she sees Alex regularly, this is a pic from last winter and she's unrecognizable as a little muffin swamped by a hat and binky. Dakota she has never actually met, just seen a picture and (apparently!) remembered the name.)
Musical Talents -
One day she started singing and she really hasn't stopped yet. We tend to listen to the same few kid cd's in the car and in her room over and over. A couple of weeks ago she started singing along. Turns out she's really been paying attention, because she knows all the songs. She may not get every word right, but she nails the number of syllables, and she's actually usually in tune. Now she's starting to sing on her own, without the background music. Favorites include Twinkle Twinkle, Baa Baa Black Sheep, and Three Blind Mice. You have not lived until you've heard this kid say "Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!" So freaking cute. She also dances like a fiend when the mood strikes her. Sometimes, there is no music playing. I guess she hears it in her head.
Vehicle Recognition -
Jaynie can spot "Mommy's car" or "Daddy's car" from a block away. In fact, there was one day a couple of weeks ago that we were pulling into a restaurant parking lot when she yelled "DADDY'S CAR!!!" Turns out Joe was eating lunch there, too. Good thing she spotted it, we might have missed him! When asked, she'll let you know that Daddy's car goes "hoot hoot" and Mommy's car goes "VROOM VROOM!" Joe says "Well - it does have those two extra cylinders."
She also loves to "drive" either car, while they're parked in the driveway. She'll turn the wheel, push all the buttons on the dash, turn all the dials, demand that the radio be playing and then mess with the volume... it's a good time.
Sense of Humor -
This kid cracks herself up. Sometimes, when you ask her for a purple block, she'll bring you a yellow one... then just watch you like "Do you notice anything strange about that block, Mommy?" Then crack up and give me the right one. Also, she laughs at all the appropriate places during her movies. Unfortunately, she also thinks it's hysterical when she either passes gas or burps. She'll laugh then try and do it again. Great.
Fashion Sense -
Jaynie has definite ideas about what she wants to wear every day. If I flat out ask "What do you want to wear today?", a lot of times she'll have an answer. ("Flower dress! Turtle shirt! Dorable outfit!") If I give her choices, she'll really give it some thought before picking. In fact, she likes to hold a shirt or dress up to herself and look in the mirror. I am not making this up. She'll kind of tuck it under her chin and wander off to admire herself.
If I'm folding laundry, or going through some new clothes, or in any way flaunting cute stuff in front of her she'll demand to be changed into the new outfit. She grabs at what she's wearing and announces "ALL DONE!", while simultaniously trying to put the new item on.
She likes to pick out her own shoes. Some days, this spells fashion disaster. Some days, she surprises me. (Last week she was wearing a dress and pink sandals. She saw a purple outfit that she simply HAD to be changed into. A few minutes later I find her in her room, pink sandals off, attempting to put on her new purple ones. Holy cow - she's better at coordinating a look than her father.)
One last thing should be mentioned here - the kid now owns five pairs of sunglasses. (I only have two! What is wrong with this picture?) Every day she lets me know which ones she wants to wear. Sometimes, what she wants are "Daddy's orange glasses!" (big wrap-around shades) that look absolutely ridiculously cute on her. She's a glasses hog - five pairs just aren't enough for a fashionista like her.
I think that's it. And now, I'll leave you with a nice story....
The other day Jaynie heard someone pass gas. She got all excited, looked around, and shouted at the top of her lungs.... "DADDY!!!!!" That's my girl.
Thursday, August 18, 2005
Busted by a one-year-old
Last weekend, we went out for a late lunch at Olive Garden and stuffed our faces. I knew that Jaynie would not be particularly hungry 2 hours later for dinner. For Joe and I it was easy - we just waited till we got hungry later. But for Madam, who needs to be in bed before 7pm or she turns into a pumpkin? No late dinner for her.
So, I tried to get her to eat, and to supplement her tiny meal I gave her one of my Ensure Healthy Mom shakes instead of plain milk. It's made for pregnant women with tons of calcium and iron etc, so I figured it would at least be something.
I gave it to her in a cup with a straw, and said "Here honey - try this! It's yummy! A chocolate shake!" She looked pretty suspicious, but took a few sips anyway (she trusts me!)
One sip... puzzled face. Two sips.... happy face. Three sips.... and out it comes...
"DADDY'S MILK!"
(Later that day)
Me: Joe, have you been giving the Twinkie chocolate milk?
Joe: Noooooooo....
Me: Really? Because when I gave her a chocolate shake today, she called it "Daddy's milk".
Joe: Uhhhh.....
(He's still denying this, but it seems pretty incriminating to me. He's claiming that Jaynie, the toddler, is "framing" him.)
On that same note... (lots of ..... dot dot dots...... in this post)
Today Madam is on the changing table, bitching and moaning about getting her diaper changed. I ask her to show me her foot, and we're off. She shows me her eyes, her nose, her ears, her cheek, her mouth.... then she sticks her finger WAAAAAAAAAY up her nose (I think the second knuckle disappeared for a second) and says...
... wait for it....
"DADDY'S NOSE!"
He really needs to watch himself. She is paying attention to EVERYTHING.
So, I tried to get her to eat, and to supplement her tiny meal I gave her one of my Ensure Healthy Mom shakes instead of plain milk. It's made for pregnant women with tons of calcium and iron etc, so I figured it would at least be something.
I gave it to her in a cup with a straw, and said "Here honey - try this! It's yummy! A chocolate shake!" She looked pretty suspicious, but took a few sips anyway (she trusts me!)
One sip... puzzled face. Two sips.... happy face. Three sips.... and out it comes...
"DADDY'S MILK!"
(Later that day)
Me: Joe, have you been giving the Twinkie chocolate milk?
Joe: Noooooooo....
Me: Really? Because when I gave her a chocolate shake today, she called it "Daddy's milk".
Joe: Uhhhh.....
(He's still denying this, but it seems pretty incriminating to me. He's claiming that Jaynie, the toddler, is "framing" him.)
On that same note... (lots of ..... dot dot dots...... in this post)
Today Madam is on the changing table, bitching and moaning about getting her diaper changed. I ask her to show me her foot, and we're off. She shows me her eyes, her nose, her ears, her cheek, her mouth.... then she sticks her finger WAAAAAAAAAY up her nose (I think the second knuckle disappeared for a second) and says...
... wait for it....
"DADDY'S NOSE!"
He really needs to watch himself. She is paying attention to EVERYTHING.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Leavin' on a jet plane....
Here is a good thing to know - when you are traveling alone with a toddler, and you look like you are having the least little bit of difficulty, 4,200 people will stop to help you. It probably helps if you look approx. 16 months pregnant. Seriously - I thought it would be a nightmare (just trying to carry my diaper bag, the carseat, and Jaynie through an airport... oy), but I never had to struggle. There was always someone taking the carseat away from me, helping me get it strapped down, helping me stow my bags, etc. The airline people moved us to the very front of the plane so I wouldn't have to fight my way down the aisle. Everything went a lot smoother and easier than I ever could've hoped or imagined.
Also - I was seriously resenting spending $200 on a ticket for Madam, but it was sooooooooooo worth it. Her having her own seat, strapped down, not in my lap, not squirming around trying to be free.... ahhhh. Heaven. She actually napped for her full 2 hours because she was in the seat and not being held down. dheygtzsdz (Sorry - walked away from the computer for a minute and Jaynie took the opportunity to add a little something to this entry. )
We had many adventures in Florida - she did many cute and wonderful things. As soon as she stops yelling at me, riding the cat, and making long distance calls on my phone I'll sit down and try to write some down.
Also - I was seriously resenting spending $200 on a ticket for Madam, but it was sooooooooooo worth it. Her having her own seat, strapped down, not in my lap, not squirming around trying to be free.... ahhhh. Heaven. She actually napped for her full 2 hours because she was in the seat and not being held down. dheygtzsdz (Sorry - walked away from the computer for a minute and Jaynie took the opportunity to add a little something to this entry. )
We had many adventures in Florida - she did many cute and wonderful things. As soon as she stops yelling at me, riding the cat, and making long distance calls on my phone I'll sit down and try to write some down.
Saturday, July 16, 2005
This is me. This is me having a heart attack.
So, I'm sitting here trying to update the website (Let this story be a lesson to all of you who have been harrassing me about it. Suz. ), and Jaynie is running around the house. She comes by, gives me a brief "tickle tickle tickle", then runs away laughing. I know how this game works. I chase her down, (very gently, of course) throw her to the ground, and start tickling/kissing her. I notice she has her romper unsnapped, and when I go to chomp a thigh I make a very alarming discovery.
She is not wearing a diaper.
You read that right. The kid is running around naked from the waist down. When I could breathe again, I asked her "Jaynie? Where is your diaper?" and she said, and I quote, "Poop."
This was where I nearly had a heart attack.
I got a new diaper on her, snapped her up, went and got Joe, and we began the search. After about 10 min. he found a very wet, but thankfully poop-free, diaper. She had thrown it over the baby gate we have up that keeps her away from the kitchen trash. Holy cow. If she wanted a dry diaper, all she had to do was ask for it. Now, if you all will excuse me, I need to duct-tape her outfit closed, and finish updating the site.
She is not wearing a diaper.
You read that right. The kid is running around naked from the waist down. When I could breathe again, I asked her "Jaynie? Where is your diaper?" and she said, and I quote, "Poop."
This was where I nearly had a heart attack.
I got a new diaper on her, snapped her up, went and got Joe, and we began the search. After about 10 min. he found a very wet, but thankfully poop-free, diaper. She had thrown it over the baby gate we have up that keeps her away from the kitchen trash. Holy cow. If she wanted a dry diaper, all she had to do was ask for it. Now, if you all will excuse me, I need to duct-tape her outfit closed, and finish updating the site.
Miss Sympathy
Last night Jaynie and I went to WalMart (an adventure in itself). While we were walking up and down the aisles we kept hearing a kid having an absolute nightmare of a fit. Every time he'd let out a yell Jaynie would look at me, and look around. We finally turn a corner and there they are - a very tired looking Mom with a screaming kid in the cart.
Screaming kid: "Waaaaaaaaaaah!"
Jaynie: (looking right into his face) "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Now - if you think I'm saying that she started crying, too, you are wrong. What she was doing was mocking him. I know this because immediately after the "wah" she looked at me and cracked up. This one is never going to be a peer counselor.
Screaming kid: "Waaaaaaaaaaah!"
Jaynie: (looking right into his face) "Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"
Now - if you think I'm saying that she started crying, too, you are wrong. What she was doing was mocking him. I know this because immediately after the "wah" she looked at me and cracked up. This one is never going to be a peer counselor.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Monkey Girl
I've been calling the kid a monkey, but it occurs to me that she's really more like a baby Spiderman.
We had this house Jaynie-proofed. It was safe to leave her unattended in just about any room. Not that we left her alone a lot, but it was nice to occasionally go to the bathroom without an audience and not have to worry about what she was doing.
All that has changed, ever since she started moving around the house VERTICALLY.
She climbs anything and everything. She climbs the chairs to get on the dining room table. She climbs the bar stools to get on the kitchen counter. She climbs the futon to (attempt to) get on the windowsill where George is napping. Her greatest climbing feat, however, had to be the changing table.
She's in her room, Joe and I are in the dining room. I'm showing him the broken pieces of some cute little ceramic pots that she climbed up and destroyed earlier that day. I say to him "You should probably go see what she's up to right now - it's awfully quiet in there." and he says (naively) "She's in her room - she can't destroy anything."
A few minutes later he goes in and I hear "Jennifer? Why is her lotion on the floor?" Apparently, he found her squirting lotion onto her belly and rubbing it in (all the while, chanting "lotion! lotion!"), and assumed I had left it where she could reach. Well - I hadn't.
Me: "Ummmm... did she climb the changing table to get it?" (We keep lotions, ointments, wipes, etc on a little shelf that is mounted to the wall ABOVE the changing table. Seriously - it's got to be almost 6 feet off the ground - I have to reach up for stuff.)
Joe: (Makes some kind of disbelieving snort. He's so sure that I left it out and just forgot.)
So, we put the lotion back where it belongs, sit back, and watch. We watch our little monkey climb the freaking table like it's a ladder, then stand on the pad, reach up, get the lotion, and start to climb back down.
Nothing is safe. Nothing.
We had this house Jaynie-proofed. It was safe to leave her unattended in just about any room. Not that we left her alone a lot, but it was nice to occasionally go to the bathroom without an audience and not have to worry about what she was doing.
All that has changed, ever since she started moving around the house VERTICALLY.
She climbs anything and everything. She climbs the chairs to get on the dining room table. She climbs the bar stools to get on the kitchen counter. She climbs the futon to (attempt to) get on the windowsill where George is napping. Her greatest climbing feat, however, had to be the changing table.
She's in her room, Joe and I are in the dining room. I'm showing him the broken pieces of some cute little ceramic pots that she climbed up and destroyed earlier that day. I say to him "You should probably go see what she's up to right now - it's awfully quiet in there." and he says (naively) "She's in her room - she can't destroy anything."
A few minutes later he goes in and I hear "Jennifer? Why is her lotion on the floor?" Apparently, he found her squirting lotion onto her belly and rubbing it in (all the while, chanting "lotion! lotion!"), and assumed I had left it where she could reach. Well - I hadn't.
Me: "Ummmm... did she climb the changing table to get it?" (We keep lotions, ointments, wipes, etc on a little shelf that is mounted to the wall ABOVE the changing table. Seriously - it's got to be almost 6 feet off the ground - I have to reach up for stuff.)
Joe: (Makes some kind of disbelieving snort. He's so sure that I left it out and just forgot.)
So, we put the lotion back where it belongs, sit back, and watch. We watch our little monkey climb the freaking table like it's a ladder, then stand on the pad, reach up, get the lotion, and start to climb back down.
Nothing is safe. Nothing.
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