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Birthday party time...
Jan 29, 2013
Scarlett's friend Cecily turned three and her parents ROCKED the birthday party planning. They invited Cecily's closest buddies, rented a bounce house, and let the girls go crazy. Next year I am taking a page from their book and copying this "low stress, no frills, kids don't know the difference and still have a total blast" birthday party planning method. Because let's be honest, for the past two years at Scarlett's party the kids end up riding cardboard down my parents grass hill for hours and THAT is where most of the memories happen.
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The one sibling picture...
Jan 21, 2013
you have to have. Older siblings teaching their younger siblings under the flashing lights of a play mat.
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Is this a thing...
Jan 18, 2013
Scarlett had a brief potty regression a couple of mornings ago. She has been fully potty trained for months, and we no longer have to remind her of how awesome she is when she pees or reward her with a M&M from the freezer. She goes completely on her own and the only way we know she has made a bathroom stop is when we hear her screams of "help, someone...hello, I need help wiping" echoing down the hallway.
So imagine my surprise when Scarlett walked into our bedroom at 6am one morning, a full half hour after we heard her wake up and progressively grow louder in her play, and quickly stated that she "pooped on the floor". "What? What do you mean 'pooped on the floor'?" Was the only response that I had readily available from my sleep deprived brain. I kept asking over and over, "are you serious?" and "like real poop?". At that unholy hour I had no way of understanding what could possibly have happened that would cause her to poop on the floor of her bedroom instead of taking the 10 steps down the hall to the bathroom. Just a couple of nights before this incident we had praised her as she woke in the middle of the night, tip toed to the bathroom, peed and went back to bed. The middle of the night she consciously made the effort to pee in the potty, she fought the overwhelming sleepies to do the right thing. Yet, on this morning, she could not fight the internal struggle between pooping in the potty and putting together a puzzle by herself. Her only excuse was her desire to play.
Two days later I was in her bedroom changing her brother and picking up the toy tornado the she called her bedroom floor, I stepped out for one minute and came back into the room only to catch her standing next to Dominic, pants down. Not hovering over him but just standing there right next to his tiny unsuspecting head, debating the squat position. Now whether she was aware of how close she was to her brother I am still uncertain, but my first question was "what are you doing?", followed promptly by "were you going to go potty on the floor again?". She smiled shyly but with a hint of satisfaction and responded with a resounding "yes".
What was happening to my fully potty trained baby girl? She was turning into the "surprise, I just went number two on my bedroom floor" monster. Is this a thing? Is her brothers ability to poop whenever and wherever he likes giving her number two jealousy?
As of today we have seemed to smooth out the details of poop etiquette. Toilet only being our number one priority. The regression seems to have been a two day fluke that, I am crossing my fingers, hopefully never happens again. But seriously parent to parent, is this a thing?
P.S. Dear Scarlett, sorry for sharing this probably CRAZY embarrassing story..but what would a family blog be without a tiny bit of TMI?
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So imagine my surprise when Scarlett walked into our bedroom at 6am one morning, a full half hour after we heard her wake up and progressively grow louder in her play, and quickly stated that she "pooped on the floor". "What? What do you mean 'pooped on the floor'?" Was the only response that I had readily available from my sleep deprived brain. I kept asking over and over, "are you serious?" and "like real poop?". At that unholy hour I had no way of understanding what could possibly have happened that would cause her to poop on the floor of her bedroom instead of taking the 10 steps down the hall to the bathroom. Just a couple of nights before this incident we had praised her as she woke in the middle of the night, tip toed to the bathroom, peed and went back to bed. The middle of the night she consciously made the effort to pee in the potty, she fought the overwhelming sleepies to do the right thing. Yet, on this morning, she could not fight the internal struggle between pooping in the potty and putting together a puzzle by herself. Her only excuse was her desire to play.
Two days later I was in her bedroom changing her brother and picking up the toy tornado the she called her bedroom floor, I stepped out for one minute and came back into the room only to catch her standing next to Dominic, pants down. Not hovering over him but just standing there right next to his tiny unsuspecting head, debating the squat position. Now whether she was aware of how close she was to her brother I am still uncertain, but my first question was "what are you doing?", followed promptly by "were you going to go potty on the floor again?". She smiled shyly but with a hint of satisfaction and responded with a resounding "yes".
What was happening to my fully potty trained baby girl? She was turning into the "surprise, I just went number two on my bedroom floor" monster. Is this a thing? Is her brothers ability to poop whenever and wherever he likes giving her number two jealousy?
As of today we have seemed to smooth out the details of poop etiquette. Toilet only being our number one priority. The regression seems to have been a two day fluke that, I am crossing my fingers, hopefully never happens again. But seriously parent to parent, is this a thing?
P.S. Dear Scarlett, sorry for sharing this probably CRAZY embarrassing story..but what would a family blog be without a tiny bit of TMI?
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Snow day...
Jan 11, 2013
Scarletts first time in the snow was a complete success. She has been talking about seeing real snow since the day Grandpa Bill dumped a box full of packing peanuts on her head and told her it was "snowing" inside. Being a Southern California family that does not take advantage of the quick drive to the mountains often enough we were completely unprepared for this last minute trip. So after a late night search of all the local retail stores for gloves, hats and snow shoes Scarlett ended up layered in all things fleece, too small leg warmers, borrowed gloves, and an over sized Manchester United soccer jacket. All things considered she was warm (enough) and only came into the cabin once crying about her fingers being numb, and this was because she removed her gloves in order to shove giant handfuls of snow into her eager mouth. Most of the day was spent sledding and making snow angels, but if you ask her her favorite part she was most likely say "eating the snow". Yes, we are parents of "that kid".
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How can it be...
Jan 10, 2013
Scarlett turned three!
And I took two full months to post anything about it!
This year we had a fiesta themed party, mostly thrown together last minute by an overtired mom and a toddler that could care less about themes. There was a taco bar and a pinata and that was all that mattered.
The kids are multiplying by the minute in our group of friends so every year we prepare for more chaos than the year before. All in all it was a successful party with lots of running, sliding, presents, candy and kids. And some really epic pinata faces.
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And I took two full months to post anything about it!
This year we had a fiesta themed party, mostly thrown together last minute by an overtired mom and a toddler that could care less about themes. There was a taco bar and a pinata and that was all that mattered.
The kids are multiplying by the minute in our group of friends so every year we prepare for more chaos than the year before. All in all it was a successful party with lots of running, sliding, presents, candy and kids. And some really epic pinata faces.
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Christmas...
Jan 9, 2013
Scarlett made out like a bandit...our Christmas day was a chaos of family, family and more family.
This was the first year we introduced Santa, hung stockings by the chimney waiting for stuffing, set cookies out by the fire place for Santa to munch and carrots on the patio for the reindeer to chomp. We made a big deal of asking Scarlett where he was going to park his sleigh and how he was going to fit into our living room. She woke in the morning and was thrilled to see the crumbs on the plate and half eaten carrots on the patio. Santa brought her small trinkets of puzzles and toys and mom and dad gifted her the princess scooter she had been waiting for. We enjoyed our morning together in Christmas jammies before running out the door to begin what can only be described as a day of complete chaos. Fun chaos, but chaos none the less.
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This was the first year we introduced Santa, hung stockings by the chimney waiting for stuffing, set cookies out by the fire place for Santa to munch and carrots on the patio for the reindeer to chomp. We made a big deal of asking Scarlett where he was going to park his sleigh and how he was going to fit into our living room. She woke in the morning and was thrilled to see the crumbs on the plate and half eaten carrots on the patio. Santa brought her small trinkets of puzzles and toys and mom and dad gifted her the princess scooter she had been waiting for. We enjoyed our morning together in Christmas jammies before running out the door to begin what can only be described as a day of complete chaos. Fun chaos, but chaos none the less.
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