Category Archives: Addison

Sleep, my pretty.

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I put A. down for a nap as soon as we got home from dropping Em at preschool. I could hear her up there singing and playing. A few “shout outs” to “Maaamaaa!” – but clearly nothing I was going up to investigate.

So I’m just sitting here working away and about 15 minutes ago I realize that she is finally quiet. Yes. Sweet blessed sleep.

Then I realize she fell asleep at 3:15. And I have to wake her up in about 5 minutes (3:35) to go pick up Em from school.

What is worse than no nap? A 20-minute nap.

Figures.

Everyday Is An Adventure ~ Best Shot Monday

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Everyday is an adventure around here. And dressing up? It’s not just for Halloween – it is an everyday occurrence in our household. This was the outfit of choice for A. yesterday and my Best Shot Monday.

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I was also trying to get a shot of the chin gash. It is healing really well and doesn’t seem to be bothering her at all.

A few other photos from our photo shoot. It is very hard to choose just one when you get a few dozen sweet shots. I’m sure I’ll use some of the others this week, so you may get a little tired of seeing our Snow White starlet.

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Make sure to stop over to see some other adventures over at Tracey’s this week.

A little trip…

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to the ER today interrupted my work time, photo-editing time, and blogging time. So I’m behind.

Addison and her chin are all glued back together – no stitches required. But does it seriously take over 3 hours to look at her chin, say “yep, that’s a nasty gash!” and then glue it up.

I think not.

We’ll resume our regularly scheduled blogging and trick-o-treat stories tomorrow.

The Week in Review

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I have all kinds of things to write about today, so I’ll just do this post “Reader’s Digest-style” and hit the highlights of the week.

Emma Misses Her Daddy
We all do. But E., the clever little monkey, realized that if she says she misses her Daddy and acts very sad, she gets a little more attention and love. And she has been using it to her advantage all week long. When J. got ready to leave on Sunday night, Em had a little meltdown and was sobbing, “But I miss you already, Daddy.” Which, of course, broke J.’s heart and he was trying to console her while the car to take him to the airport was waiting out in the driveway. So after he left, I cuddled with Emma and we talked about some fun things we could do to make the time go faster this week, (and the promise of sleeping in Mommy’s bed) and soon she was happy and sleeping again.

But…every time she has been in trouble or in timeout this week, she has turned on the tears and blurted out, “I miss my Daddy!” For the first few days I gave her a reprieve, but now it is just getting ridiculous. When she has her hands over her eyes, crying, but looks through the fingers to see what kind of reaction she is getting from me…I think I’m being played a little bit.

She did win some brownie points the other night when I was putting her to sleep in my bed. She was all warm and snuggly and she put her hand to my cheek and said, “I like it when it is just us, Mommy. I really like sleeping with you, too.”

I know she doesn’t want it to be “just us” most of the time, but for that little moment it was nice.

Addie is “practically perfect in every way”
A. had her 2-year checkup yesterday and the doctor just kept exclaiming how perfect she was. She exceeds every one of her developmental milestones, she is 50-60th percentile in both height and weight, and our doctor just could not get over her vocabulary and mastery/understanding of our conversations. At one point when I was relaying her typical diet to the doctor, she asked how many fruits and veggies a day A. normally eats. And Addie pipes up, “I like broccoli. Yes!” The doctor just looked at me in complete shock. I don’t know if it was the fact that A. really does like broccoli, or that she happened to contribute so willingly and well to the conversation.

When the doctor was doing the examination, she would tell A. “Okay, now I’m going to check your ears. Is that ok?” And A. would sort of quietly nod and just tilt her ear up towards the doctor. Not a peep. I was so relieved and so proud of her. The doctor said at the end, “Simply extraordinary. I wish all of my patients were this great. She is absolutely perfect.”

I agree with her, I would only add “practically” in front of that perfect.

She was sitting on the potty today and did her “business” in the appropriate place and I told her “Great job, I’m very proud of you, Addie!” And she looks at me very seriously and says, “No poopy in my pants! No poopy in a cup or a plate, either.”

Um, did she just hear me retelling that story too many times? I had assumed that the cup was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but did she in fact mean to do it? In a cup?

Yeah, “practically perfect” is much more fitting for her, I think.

Mommy Is Now Most Certainly Certifiably Insane
No, it is not all entirely just from this long week sans Daddy.

I have been looking for a little inspiration in the workout arena for awhile now. I’m kinda stuck in a rut. I keep thinking that I will try to run another marathon. But honestly, my knees are really, really creaky, they probably would be sorely unhappy with 25+ mile weeks again. And the amount of time and effort it requires to train for a marathon – it was hard when I was doing it without kids, I just don’t think I have it in me.

So instead? I registered for the inaugural Pasadena Triathlon. Shouldn’t require as much training, right?
Ha.HA.HA!

I told you I was  quite possibly on the slippery slope to becoming insane. I figure with all of the spin classes I do, and the occasional running, I just need to step it up a bit and add some swimming. I think I can do it. And I have until March. So send me some encouraging stories about friends and family who have completed a sprint triathlon. I am particularly interested in how you transition from the pool to the bike to the run. Should be an interesting ride, that’s for sure.

But I feel like now that you all know, I can’t back out. Right?

Don’t drink the tea.

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I told you people to not let me get too cocky. I dedicated my BSM to Addie and her potty-training achievements and have been running around patting myself on the back as if I was the one who did a spectacular job with the training.

And now I shall pay for all of the arrogance.

While sitting on the steps in a timeout this morning, Addie was screaming and carrying on and looked at me and said most defiantly, “I am going pee!” And she did. Right there on the step through her Cinderella skirt.

No sooner had I cleaned the puddle up and put her back in timeout (for the original offense, not for having an accident), when she started screaming about having more pee-pee. And so we had been running to the bathroom every 10 minutes up until lunchtime because I have been all about the “pee patrol” again.

Then we got home this afternoon after dropping Em off at school and Addie said, “I have to go poopy.” As we were walking back to the bathroom, I realized that she had in fact already “gone.” In her pants. So I cleaned her up and was taking her dirty clothes to the laundry room when I was sidetracked by the cat pee on the floor. (As a side-note, I scoop that stupid box every single day and they sit and WAIT until it is scooped and then will saunter over and either dirty the box within 2 minutes of it being clean, or even worse pee as close to the box as you can get without getting any of it IN the box.)

So I’m fuming, cleaning up the cat pee, and vowing to not let Smokey back in the house the next time she escapes. Addie is “airing out” until I can corral her to get her upstairs, clothed, and down for a nap, when she comes in and says, “Uh, oh. Poopy, Mommy! There is some poopy.”

At this point I’m not sure if it is human or cat poop, I can barely bring myself to follow her into the playroom. But I do, and there in the middle of the play kitchen area, all by itself, is a teacup. Filled with poop.

The girl pooped in one of her teacups.

POOPED. IN A TEACUP.

This qualifies as the most disgusting mommy clean-up to date.

As I was telling J. about my poopy day, I said, “See how much fun you are missing out on?”
He sarcastically says, “I can’t lie. It sounds like a blast.”

Not entirely the sympathy I was looking for. But I don’t expect any from you either, frankly I’d be amazed if you made it through this whole poopy post.

I must go sterilize…something. Everything.

Run! ~ Best Shot Monday

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I guess my BSM is actually kind of a series. My favorite shot is the third one, but you kind of have to see the progression of photos, it is cuter that way.

So here are the girls outside of the aquarium, watching this little fountain/water wall.

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Whoa! The water shoots up, far and fast!

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Run, quick…so we don’t get wet!

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There wasn’t a chance they could even get remotely wet – but they “ran away” from the fountain for a good 15 minutes. Hey, whatever keeps them occupied, right?

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For more Best Shot Mondays, run on over to Tracey’s…quickly!

Girl, keep your pants on.

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Certainly hoped we would never have to utter those words to our girls. But apparently, Addison does NOT care for her pull-up any longer.

She is doing incredibly great with the whole potty training thing. We have been all over the city, running errands, always prepared with a back-up change of clothing, of course, but we haven’t had one accident. She really likes her big girl panties.

She, however, (much like her older sister) does not care to, uh…do the #2 in the potty, yet. (Sorry, if that is a little too much information for you. If it was – you might want to skip the rest of this post. I’m just saying, the “poop” talk isn’t over.)

So, again just like Emma did, Ad “saves” up her poop-duty for naptime. And I have been attempting to put a pull-up on her in preparation for the event.

Oh, and I forgot to mention that she is working really, really hard on trying to give up her nap completely. Well at least when I put her down…she does still nap for Denise. (Grumble, grumble, grumble.)

Yesterday, I gathered her up and so hopefully put her down for a “rest.” After about an hour, she started complaining pretty loudly. I let her go for a little bit, and finally J. caved and went up to get her. Pretty soon he sent Em down and she gleefully informed me, “Addie pooped the bed! Daddy really needs some wipes and paper towel.”

Fantastic. Apparently when he got upstairs, all of her animals, blankets, books, etc. were tossed out of the crib. She was standing completely naked (she was fully dressed when I put her down – including bottom-half of Cinderelly) at one end of the crib screaming about the little “pile” at the other end of the crib.

Today, when I so optimistically put her down for her “rest,” I figured there is no way that we’ll have a repeat of yesterday. I truly am naive, you’d think with 4+ years of this mom-thing under my belt, I would be a little bit smarter about all of this.

You can, of course, see where this is going. We’ve been through three sets of sheets in the past two days. Anybody have any ideas how to keep the pull-up on her butt? Believe me, I am not above using duct tape, if that is what it takes.

(Hi Mom & Dad – I know, I know. At least she just “screams” at the poo, and doesn’t smear it, use it for paint, or something else….what did you do to keep my pants on??)