Spoke Too Soon

This morning:

Me: Dang! Zoraya's diaper leaked on the bed.

Boogie: Fucking baby.


I guess she did pick it up. Though I have to admit, I never said 'fucking baby' in front of her. I dropped the F-bomb in a conversation about two balloons that I received while in the hospital with Gorilita that I'm dying to get rid of, but am too attached to. I said the 'f-ing balloons' and she repeated 'f-ing bombs' for some reason, but hadn't said it since. Ooops.

First Week of Preschool

Boogie is a real preschooler now! She started this week and went two days, and loved it. I was worried at first that she would be super shy and not talk to anyone, but the first day we showed up I only hung around for about 5 minutes, and she was fine. She was the only girl playing cars with the boys, ans when I came back to pick her up, the teacher's assistant told me that she didn't shed a tear, and was holding her own against a bigger buy who was trying to take her toys away from her. She even painted me a picture!

Today was her second day, and when I dropped her off the TA said she was so impressed by how confident Boogie is, that some kids that have been in the preschool since the Fall still barely talk to the other kids and cry when their parents leave. I had to do a double take to make sure she was talking about my Boogie. I am so happy that she is thriving and loving it. She is non-stop chatter in the car talking about her new friends and playing with the toys. She made a necklace today but ended up eating all the Cheerios off it before I could see. Typical Taryn.

Anyway, I'm so excited to see her thrive in yet another situation. And I sort of dig the two hours I got to spend alone this week, drinking a coffee, listening to my ipod and reading a book.

The First Day of the Rest of my Life

It's 6:30am, and I just woke up from a nice 8 hour sleep. And no, P was not up with the baby last night. She actually slept 8 hours on her own, and may have slept longer if I hadn't of freaked out this morning when I realized what time it was and woke her up. Ooops.

Also, Gorilita has been taking her binkie for the past couple days, so hope is on the way.

Last but not least, I started her baby book as well! I haven't started Boogie's yet, and really all I did was put her hand and foot prints in, and tape her picture from right after she was born, but it's a start.

Effective Disciple?

Boogie has been a bit out of control lately, steadily wading through her terrible twos, and I have to keep reminding myself that this is completely normal. And also not to laugh too much. Her favorite thing now is saying "I can't do it" when I ask her to clean up after herself or do something, like bring me a tissue.

The other day I asked her to pick up her blocks after she dumped them on the floor and walked away. It was time to take a nap and she was being defiant, sprawled across the bench of her table moaning like I had asked her to pick me up and carry me up the stairs.

"I can't Mom, I'm too tired."

So I told her I'd take them away if she didn't help me pick them up, and she says, "Okay, can I go to sleep now?"

As if that wasn't cute enough, the next morning we moved her kitchen and found a couple of the blocks that I had missed putting away the day before. She picks them up, walks over to me with her hand out and says "Put these away too, Mom."

Almost Pee'd My Pants

I was fixing Boogie's hair this morning so P could take her out to get fish and pupusas. I feel like crap, otherwise I may have wanted to go, but my head was pounding and I but her bangs started doing this weird outward flip thing which made them stick straight out from her forehead.

P suggested we put a cold roller in her hair to curl them back under, but it wasn't staying so I told him to put some water on them so they'd keep that shape when they dried.

Next thing I know he's chasing her into the room with the iron.

Me: Babe! What the heck are you doing?

P: You told me to spray water on them!

And he corners her and starts spraying water from the iron onto her hair, soaking the top of her head and misting her entire face as well. I was laughing so hard I really almost lost it. I had to run to the restroom before Frogger kicked me and really made a mess.

But it did work. :)

Spot On and NatGEO

I'd been worrying about Taryn's sleep habits for a couple weeks now. She's quite consistent, but just not on an even similar schedule to any other kid I'm aware of. My little Angel sleeps 9p-8a at night, then a 2-3 hour nap in the afternoon. Sometimes she wants to nap 4 hours, but very rarely less than 2.5. So that makes about 14 average per day, and I didn't know if that was average or what.

Well, just read a WedMD article that said toddlers typically sleep 12-14 hours per day, so I guess she's doing fine. I have to say, though I can see the appeal of getting her to sleep earlier and having more of a break at night, I love that I get to see her for almost 4.5 hours after work, and I get to sleep in on the weekends.

Yes, waking up at 8am is sleeping in when your alarm is normally set for 5:45.

And ohmigoodness! P and I had quite a show on Saturday night.

I woke up around 12:45am to tinkle and heard a rustling noise outside and a low growl. I figured it was a cat or spazoid deer or something, so I looked out the window and literally 15 feet from me was a deer being stalked by 2 coyotes! The deer was backed up against the fence that separates our 'lawn' from the wilderness and the coyotes were doing figure 8's on either side getting closer and closer. I called to P who was dead asleep and the sound of my voice frightened the coyotes off a bit. We could tell the deer was injured so we makes some more hissing noises to scare them off, and one coyote ran up the hill, while the other one moved off about 30 feet but sat watching.

We went back to bed after a while, but for the next hour whenever we heard anything one of us would get up and look out the window with a flashlight and give the other an update. At some point P closed the window (I was knocked out, watching live nature shows really is exhausting) so we didn't get to see how it ended, but that deer was hardcore. He made a run for it at least once and got cornered and forced back down to the fence, but I think he made it in the end. I mean, if they could have taken him easily they would have, but he seemed smart enough and the coyotes were kind of wimpy.

So. I'm off the hook for walking the dogs in the early morning and at night, at least for a while. And the cat is grounded when the sun starts to go down.

Success!

Taryn slept all night in her new toddler bed. Not a peep from her until 7:30 this morning when strolled into P and I's room, climbed up on her bed and said "Opa noni!"

Booty Shakin' and Fake Ta-Ta's

There is a reason I don;t let Boogie watch mainstream TV. Some people think I'm overly strict, some think I'm just weird, but I know how impressionable little kids are. I know how impressionable even adults are, and I didn't want to subject my angel to any self-criticism at such a tender age. Think she's too young? Think again....

Last night, as I was cleaning up after dinner, P put MTV on so Boogie could listen to music and dance to wear herself out before her bath. She watched a couple videos, and we watched her, laughing along as she shook her little diaper-clad bottom, hands on her hips or twirling in the air above her head.

She was having a great time, but suddenly stopped and picked up a whiffle ball and a small fist-sized basketball that were lying near her feet. She had been watching a Fergie video, which was sexual, but not overly revealing, in my mind. Boogie, my sweet, perfect, two-year-old Angel put the balls up her shirt like fake chi-chi's and started dancing again! She even stood up on the bench of her table, imitating the girls dancing on the tables in the videos.

OMG!

When they started to slip, she asked me for help, and I had to pick her up and tell her she was perfect just the way she was, then insisted we go take her bath and stop dancing. Because really? I'm a bit disturbed that my 2 year old notices all the women on TV have their boobs hanging out, and is trying to make hers bigger.

Falling Behind

Not really though. Boogie's 24 month letter is written, but photobucket is being a butt and I can't get pictures on it at the moment.

So sorry, but you'll just have to wait.

In other news, my child was possessed by a demon last night. She refused to go to sleep, and instead screamed hysterically for hours on end. I, being SuperMama, was the only one who could calm her down. Needless to say, I'm exhausted. In to bed late, up early, not a great combo for a pregnant woman.

I think I failed the test. If last night was a test of some sort, I definitely failed miserably. I lost my patience. I snapped at P. I was thisclose to shaking Taryn, but I knew it wouldn't do much more than make her more upset. I counted to 100...twice, once in English, once in Spanish, before I calmed down. But at least I know when I'm at the end of my rope, I can count. And maybe I should learn another language so I don't get too bored with the counting.

She's funny though, because when she was screaming, I told her in her ear to stop, and she did. But she had those body-wracking, haggard-breath sobs until I put her down in the crib, and even as I was walking out, I could hear her choking down breaths. I don't know if she just wore herself out, or got out whatever demon didn't want her sleeping, but right around 10:30, after 2 hours or rocking, singing, holding, laying down in bed, screaming, sobbing, and clinging toddler-hugs, for some reason she was ready to sleep.

Ay. I hope this isn't something new she's going to try every night.

Pill-Popping Monkey

P came downstairs panicked the other day, Boogie in one arm and an empty pill bottle in the other hand.

Evidently my child, my Angel, had climbed up her changing table, sat on the pad at the top and dug around in the drawer right beneath her. She then proceeded to eat an entire bottle of Hyland's Teething Tablets.

He was freaking out, not sure if we should call Poison Control, or give her milk, or wait and see. I figured since the pills were homeopathic, maybe it would just help her sleep. Um, no. No such luck. We watched her to see if she had any reactions to it, and they didn't even slow her down. She was bouncing off the walls, throwing toys, being a scrawny terror after a packed weekend.

Last night, she was calling to me after I put her in bed, and I figured she needed water so I went in to check on her. She had one leg up on the rail of her crib, so I'm thinking it's time to get her a toddler bed soon, and secure all the furniture to the walls. Today.

Weekend Update

Today I sneezed, and Taryn said "Bless You."

Well really, it was more like "beshhh booo" but I knew what she meant. What a smart girl.

And also, so now says picture, computer and okey-dokey.

She also won $12 playing Super Lotto on Saturday. More than I've ever won playing, so I hope she gets lucky and can fund her own college account because....

I'm officially addicted to Gymboree. At least the clearance racks. So FN adorable, I spent 2 weeks worth of grocery money on new clothes. So if Boogie and I *happen* to show up at your door around dinner time, now you know why.

Em. I think that's all. Except, whatever happened to the Weakest Link show? Replaced by 1 vs 100?