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When I grow up…

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We were lying in Addie’s bed reading books the other night and Em and Ad decided that they are both going to go to the University of Michigan, and they are going to go at the same time so they can be there together.

(So which of our relatives would like to take them in for a few years so we can get in-state tuition? Even then…times two…aye!)

And Addie wants to be a fireman (firewoman?) and Emma wants to be an “ambulance doctor.”

Look what great public servants we are raising! Although to be fair, Em also wants to be a teacher, a ballet teacher and an astronaut, and I’m sure it will change again within the next 24 hours.

Speaking of professions, while we were walking to pick up Addie from school today, Emma had her American Girl doll (Elizabeth) and we discussed parenting styles…

E: Mama? Don’t you think I am such a good Mommy to Elizabeth?
M: Yes, I do. Where did you learn to be such a good Mommy?
(Oh, come on! Of course I was fishing here…tell me you wouldn’t have said the same thing!)
E: From you!
(See! Absolutely the right answer! Good girl, Em.)
M: Hmmm…well, I’m not always such a good Mommy.
(Guiltily thinking back to about 5 minutes earlier when I was very impatiently trying to herd Em and all of her crap out the door!)
E: Yeah, well sometimes I have to yell at Elizabeth too!
(Fantastic. Yes, maybe this week isn’t going as smoothly without J. as I had imagined.)

Emmy

But at least Emma isn’t drawing pictures on her homework of me like this! (You have to read the description below the picture – I’m still giggling over it!)

Addikins

And, I know.  These photos have absolutely nothing to do with the post – they are simply gratuitous pics for Daddy.

We miss you!
xoxoxo,
-Your Girls

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??)