Bathroom Humor

I can not believe that I am about to share this story with you all, but it is too funny not to share.

As any stay-at-home mother, or anyone left at home with a 15 month old, can attest, you can not go the the bathroom by yourself.  If Rebecca is up and I need to go use the bathroom, she is right beside me.  

She used to just open and close the cabinets, occasionally taking things out as I went about my business.  Then she got to where she would unroll all the toilet paper.  The past couple of days, she has torn off the toilet paper and handed it to me saying, "This."  That is what she says when she wants me to take something.

Today we were in our half bathroom which is not very big at all.  As I was going to the bathroom (number 1)  she was unrolling the toilet paper and tore off a good amount.  

When I finished I reached out to grab the toilet paper from her, but she said, "NO!"  She then proceeded to (or at least try to) stick the toilet paper between my legs.  She wanted to wipe for me.  

I nearly fell off the toilet laughing.  

Is it time to start thinking about potty training?

Eees, Mmms, and Ohhhs

Rebecca has started adding -ie to everyone's name.  Mama is now Mommy.  Dada is now Daddy. Even Bubba is now Bubbie.  It is so cute.  

Another thing that Rebecca does is Mmmmmmm when she likes what she eats.  

The sun finally came out a little this afternoon, so we went to the park.  Rebecca had a great time until she fell down and skinned her knee.  It is her first skinned knee, and it will not be her last if she is anything like me.  

I have a first aid kit in my car, so we got it cleaned up with a band-aid.  She was fascinated with the band-aid for the rest of the day.  She never tried to take it off, but she would look at it every few minutes to make sure it was still there.  

Here she is watching The Wonder Pets and checking on her band-aid.

Speaking of Wonder Pets, she is obsessed.  When she is not watching the show, she is playing with the stuffed animals.  Poor Linny, Tuck, and Ming Ming too; they have done everything with Rebecca.  Here they are looking out the window with her.

Rebecca talking on the phone with Ming Ming and Tuck at her feet.

Feisty Fifteen Months

Forget the terrible twos.  We are smack dab in the middle of the feisty fifteen months.

Feisty is putting it mildly.

She knows what she wants, and if she doesn't get it, WHOA NELLY!

She throws her arms up.  She slinks her body limp.  She screams.  She SCREAMS!  She kicks. Did I mention, she screams.

What is a Mommy to do?

If we are at home, I walk away.  Dr. Knox told me to.  

If we are in public, I just pick her up and go on about my business.

Forget the strangers that are staring.

Forget the strangers that think I need to get a hold of my child.

Forget the strangers that think I am a terrible mother.

My name is Mira, and my child is a feisty fifteen month old.  

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I feel the need to mention that I am crazy in love with my daughter.

She can be a pistol, but for the most part, she is a funny, silly, snuggle bug who is the center of my world.

She makes me happier than I ever thought possible.

riding in the basket while her doll drives her around

playing with play dough

early signs of dress up (She took off her pants and wanted her red shoes on with a pink shirt.)

Happy New Year

Happy New Year to everyone!

Last night, Rebecca spent the night with her Mimi and Papa.  She had so much fun that she did not want to come home.  

They let her do what ever she wants.  

They watched Wonder Pets 1,000,000 times.

They played with play dough.

They played with the train.

They stayed up late (8:00).

They did whatever the princess wanted to do.

She cried all the way home and then some when we got here.  

I love that she loves her Mimi and Papa.  

I love that Mimi and Papa were willing to keep her for the night so John and I could go to the Peach Bowl.  (It is actually now the Chick-fil-a Bowl, but I refuse to call it that.)  

LSU beat Georgia Tech BAD!   It was fun, but a blow out like that only makes me 85% happy for my team, and 15% sorry for the other.  

Okay, maybe 99%/1%.  

Geaux Tigers!

Where, oh where has my ponytail holder gone?

Because Rebecca refuses to keep a bow in her hair, and because I insist that she wear a bow, I have found that a small little ponytail holder does the trick.  It's just this little clear, plastic piece of magic that keeps Rebecca's hair out of her face and an adorable bow in her hair.

She does from time to time pull the bow then ponytail holder out, but not often.  

Today was one of the days she decided to free her hair of all accessories.  

When I went to get her from her nap, her bow was no where to be found.  Then, as I was changing her diaper, she pulled out the ponytail holder.

I usually take it from her right away, but because I was changing her diaper and she was content to play with it, I let her.  It is not often that Rebecca is still for a diaper change.

I went ahead with the task at hand, but after a couple of seconds, I noticed that the ponytail holder was missing.  

I also noticed Rebecca rubbing her right nostril.

OH MY GOSH!  She stuck the ponytail holder up her nose.

I could not get it out.  I sat her up and tried to shake it out.  I told her to blow, but she has not mastered that yet.

Finally after rubbing downwards on the outside of her nose, it came into view.

I was able to use tweezers and get it out.

Please tell me that she is not going to be the kid to stick everything up her nose. 

Please tell me that she will not be the first grader that has to go to the hospital to have a crayon removed from her nostril.  (Yep, I still remember Barry Beard and the crayon incident.)

Please tell me this is the last time I have to blog about foreign objects up my daughter's nose.

Not Me Monday

One of my favorite blogs, My Charming Kids, is written my a mom named MckMama.  She came up with No Me Mondays.  It is a way for one to confess their "sins"  and free up any guilt one might have from doing such things.  

It is very funny to read and lots of other bloggers have caught on.  I have never participated, but I love to read others confessions (Especially yours Hailey!).

Well since I decided to make this blog all about Rebecca and not me, I decided to do a Rebecca's Not Me Monday.

Rebecca did not eat an entire bowl of turkey and rice stew, a piece of string cheese, a whole clementine, two handfuls of raisins, and yogurt in one sitting.  

Rebecca did not throw a temper tantrum in the middle of the street the other day because I would not let her go in a neighbors yard and play with their blow up Santa, Frosty, Mickey Mouse, Tigger, and others.  You should see this yard, very festive.

Rebecca did not/does not tee tee in the bathtub every time I put her in before she sits down and she does not say tee tee as she is doing so.  (I asked the doctor about this, and he said tee tee is fine in the tub, its the poop you got to worry about.)

Rebecca did not pull out all of my tampons, pads, etc.. out of my bathroom drawer and then pretend a panty liner was a telephone.  

Rebecca did not pitch a fit in Wal-Mart when I did not let her pull all the candy off the shelf in the check out line.  

Rebecca did not unroll an entire roll of toilet paper.

Rebecca is not the cutest, funnest baby in the world.

Who am I kidding, she really is!

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Thank you for all the advice on our sleep issues.  We tried them all, but the winning advice goes to Michelle.  I don't know if it is a fluke or what, but putting Rebecca down earlier than normal has worked.  She slept to 6:00 yesterday and 6:37 today.  Thank you, thank you, thank you!  I feel like a new mommy!

Toyland

Before I tell you about the Toyland that was once our home,  I want to make a list of a few things that I want to remember about Rebecca and this stage in her development.

1.  She loves to put her mouth/tongue on my nose.  I try to discourage this behavior, but she can be very persistent.

2.  Sometimes out of nowhere she calls out "Da, Da, DA, DA!"  Sometimes this is accompanied by her searching the house for her Daddy.  She normally refers to John as Daddy, so I am not sure where "Da"  comes from.

3.  She tries to push back her bed time by not drinking her milk.  She will bite on the edge of the milk cup, pretending to be drinking.  As soon as I catch on and say, "okay, bedtime"  she will say, "milk, milk, milk".   But you give her the milk back, and she continues to pretend to drink it.  The only way to get her to drink her milk is too put her in her bed and walk out of the room for a minute or two.  As soon as I go back in, she slurps the milk down.

4.  When she does drink her milk at night and in the morning, she likes to sit in my lap and rub my face.  She holds the sippy cup with one hand and rubs my check with the other.

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I thought that once we took down the Christmas tree and put away the decorations, our house would seem a little less cluttered.  I was wrong.  There are toys everywhere.  They have taken over the house.  

But Rebecca is having so much fun playing with all her Christmas loot.

playing with her dolls

playing with Elmo and her xylophone in the kitchen

playing with her Little People "village" in the den

playing in the playroom