Thursday, January 27, 2011

Bea's 18 Month Checkup

Monday, January 24, 2011

Bea recently turned 18 months. {Yea, I don't have to stay in nursery with her any longer!} She is doing very well, happy, healthy, all that jazz.

Bea's 18 Month Stats:

Weight: 26 pounds 1 ounce (75th percentile)
Height: 32 inches (75th percentile)
Head Circ: 45.4 centimeters (25th percentile)
Diaper Size: 4 {FYI, just in case you wanted to send me some. They are very expensive.}

 {Bea, pre-doctors visit. Before she was brutally jabbed with a Hib and DTP shot. So, sorry baby.}

Developmental Milestones:
  • Walks quickly, up stairs, & backwards
  • Climbs up but can't always get down
  • Eats (anything within reach) with a spoon or fork
  • Plays games such as talking into a telephone {I apologize if she has actually called you while pretending to talk into ours.}
  • Behavior: "Children at this age rarely share." {Seriously, a direct quote from our cheat sheet.}

 {Weigh in}

Words or Phrases that I Understand when She Says Them:
  • Get down
  • I love you, too
  • What's that?
  • Where did it go?
  • Yes (emphasis on the s}
  • No
  • Poop {when she wants her diaper changed, also hits her backside with the back of her hand while saying "poop"}

{Waiting, ever so patiently for Mr. Dr.}

Another Slice of Life

Wednesday, January 26, 2011, just before dinner time

What happens when an 18 month old, sitting at your kitchen counter, keeping you company whilst you cook dinner decides that something looks particularly yummy?

Why she climbs up onto the counter, pulls the bowl containing said particular yummy thing over and scoops up a bite, of course...

Serious Fun Times 4

Friday January 21, 2011, Continued

My previous post was about what happens when one almost 3 year old plays in the water soluble packing peanuts. Since I love math, and my Dad used to say, "Life is a story problem," here is a real life story problem for your enjoyment.

A train leaves the station traveling north at 40 mph {oh, wait, wrong story problem}.

One small living room contains one large box and one small box of water soluble packing peanuts. It also contains one smallish 3 year old girl. After said girl's nap her 2 older sisters arrive home from school and one younger sister wakes from her nap. Determine, using Chaos Theory, how large of a mess can and will be created.

Items of note:
Drama is laying on her back, top half inside the box and lower half outside as if she were working on a fine automobile. Pooh Bear is the project manager...

Bea's not sure what is going on, however, she is L.O.v.I.n.G. every minute of the chaos...

The Boss decided that sharing {in this particular instance} is way fun. The sharing of one's toys has yet to become a pattern. She has also changed out of gymnastics gear and into princess gear...


Friday, January 21, 2011

This Is What Serious Fun Looks Like

Two boxes from arrived on our doorstep right after we got home from gymnastics class. (The Huggies came in the giant box)...
Apparently their "water soluble packing peanuts" are an unadvertised bonus. At first she was "helping" me clean up the few that puffed out of the box when we took the goods out. She then "helped" a few more peanuts out of the box....

The Boss played in them until nap time. Even then I had to promise her they would be right where she left them if she took a nap...

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Sometimes I Just Can't Get a "Head"....

Life is so crazy right now. It's hard to keep up with everything that's going on and still make my bed and clean my room. This morning when Bea climbed up on the bar stool for the 8 hundredth time, I thought she was just being naughty. But apparently Polly needed a drink of apple juice.......

 Seriously, How am I supposed to get anything done if I am fishing heads out of juice all day. That's going to be my new metaphor for the crazy things that happen around here. For example, "Polly's heads in the juice again!" I like it. And I give you all permission to use it as often as needed. You can even put a bad word in front if the situation warrants it. Just make sure that if you are around children you say the bad word in your head! ;)
And to think I almost dumped Polly out and washed her off before I took pictures. Then you would have missed this little slice of crazy.
That would have been sad for you.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Lost Another One

Overheard today around lunch time...

Pooh Bear while eating her bagel: "Wait, what is that? Is that my tooth? How can that be my tooth? Mom, is this MY TOOTH?"

Yes, it was her tooth. How's the poor girl supposed to eat anything now?

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Thursday, January 13, 2011

Woot, I'm Gonna Get a Dollar!

January 12, 2011

That, my friends, was the quote of the night last night here at our house.

Of course, that came after a lot of tears and drama...

Monday, January 10, 2011

Working At Home

This is what it looks like when you work at home. To the right of this picture I have both of my laptops open on the counter (personal and work) with papers strewn about.

Your co-workers are easy on the eyes...

But they make a terrible mess (that you get to clean up), they are whinny if they don't get a snack, and sometimes you have to wipe their bums.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Love to Read

January 4, 2010 10:34 pm

Last night as I was getting ready for bed I noticed the Boss' light was still on. When I peaked into her room I discovered this...