So this afternoon Skye was in a particularly interesting mood. Everything was going fine. Then she started to get cranky, so I told her it was nap time. She refused her milk, as she has been doing lately. So I read her a few stories, kissed her, and told her to go to sleep. A few minutes later, she started calling for me.
"Mooooomma!" "I want my momma!"
After hearing that a few times, I struck up a conversation with Michael. After hearing her Daddy's voice, Skye directed her calls to him.
"Daaaaddy!" "Daddy, where's Momma?"
I continued to ignore the cries, waiting for her to give up and fall asleep, but she's a stinker. She decided to get tricky...
"Daddy! There's poopies in there!"
Nice try, Skye! I'm not falling for that. You already did your daily doo-doo. Michael agreed that even if there WAS a poopy diaper, he wasn't going in there.
"Momma! A diaper change! A diaper come off!"
Hold up! At this point, we decided it was time to end the madness. Because from the way it sounded, there was a diaperless toddler and the chance of poop. I wasn't going to let that mess get any worse.
So we opened Skye's room and entered. Skye was cooly leaning on the side of her crib with her feet crossed at her ankles. Naked from the waist down, she was holding her pacifier twisted in her mouth, smiling and chewing on it. She knew she had won. On the floor was her wet (but not poopy) diaper. She laughed as we exchanged glances.
So I restarted the nap time routine and laid her down. She just trailed off to sleep a few minutes ago, so I guess I should start doing something productive. I love that little stinker!
8.16.2009
6.18.2009
Cute Skye Moments
Whenever someone passes gas, Skye says, "A tooting?"
She recently figured out how to jump, so now she likes to gallop around the living room declaring, "I jumping!"
Tonight I was laying on the floor, and she said, "Mommy up!" Normally she comes over and tries to scoop me up in her arms, but tonight she bent down and kissed me on the lips.
When Skye has a stinky diaper, she tells us by saying, "There's poopies in dere!"
She rode a toy pony at the grocery store with her Nanna today. This evening while we were getting ready for bed, she remembered it and wanted to tell her daddy, so she proclaimed, "A pony!"
When Skye only has a went diaper, she reminds us: "No stinkies!"
Sometimes Skye lets me rock her in my arms like an infant. After a few swings she sighs, "Awww! A baby!"
A few weeks ago there were caterpillars everywhere. Any time she saw one, Skye would crouch over it, quickly point to it and ask, "Uhat's at?" We would tell her it's a caterpillar, and she would wave to it and say, "Hye!"
We constantly have crumbs on the floor from a certain someone throwing her Cheerios, and one day there were ants in the house. So I yelled for Michael to take care of them. Now any time Skye sees something very tiny and black (like crumbs on her high chair tray, she yells, "Ants!"
Every night before bed we read Skye a story while she drinks her evening milk. Then she and I shuffle into the bathroom where she proceeds to prepare her toothbrush. And every night before she puts the tooth brush in her mouth, she runs out into the hallway and excitedly yells to Michael, "A teef! A teef, Daddy!" Sometimes her voice cracks because she is THAT excited.
Before bedtime we always gently say, "I love you, Skye." And she always responds, "I wuv OOU!"
She recently figured out how to jump, so now she likes to gallop around the living room declaring, "I jumping!"
Tonight I was laying on the floor, and she said, "Mommy up!" Normally she comes over and tries to scoop me up in her arms, but tonight she bent down and kissed me on the lips.
When Skye has a stinky diaper, she tells us by saying, "There's poopies in dere!"
She rode a toy pony at the grocery store with her Nanna today. This evening while we were getting ready for bed, she remembered it and wanted to tell her daddy, so she proclaimed, "A pony!"
When Skye only has a went diaper, she reminds us: "No stinkies!"
Sometimes Skye lets me rock her in my arms like an infant. After a few swings she sighs, "Awww! A baby!"
A few weeks ago there were caterpillars everywhere. Any time she saw one, Skye would crouch over it, quickly point to it and ask, "Uhat's at?" We would tell her it's a caterpillar, and she would wave to it and say, "Hye!"
We constantly have crumbs on the floor from a certain someone throwing her Cheerios, and one day there were ants in the house. So I yelled for Michael to take care of them. Now any time Skye sees something very tiny and black (like crumbs on her high chair tray, she yells, "Ants!"
Every night before bed we read Skye a story while she drinks her evening milk. Then she and I shuffle into the bathroom where she proceeds to prepare her toothbrush. And every night before she puts the tooth brush in her mouth, she runs out into the hallway and excitedly yells to Michael, "A teef! A teef, Daddy!" Sometimes her voice cracks because she is THAT excited.
Before bedtime we always gently say, "I love you, Skye." And she always responds, "I wuv OOU!"
5.17.2009
Another day with the SKizz
So today Michael is with our SV guy friends from high school. They get together once a year to watch the NFL draft together. This year, however, there was a conflict in someone's schedule, so they recorded the draft and decided to watch it a few weeks later. I'm not sure how much of the draft they actually watch, as most of their time is spent playing xbox and cards.
Anyway, so Michael is spending his afternoon there. Skye and I are on our own. This morning Skye woke up in a great mood. She was flirty and silly and goofy, which is like the best way to find her in the mornings. She was on her best behavior. She even had her poopy diaper before we dropped her off in Sunday school. (She has a reputation for "being on her schedule" during the first service on Sunday mornings.) These were all the makings of an incredible day with her.
After I picked her up from Sunday school, she enjoyed running around and climbing the stairs at church while Michael chatted up some people. She giggled and sang the whole way home, and we enjoyed an uneventful lunch of sweet potatoes and chicken nuggets. The little angel ate everything! Afterwards I gave her a yogurt, and I even let her hold the spoon and feed herself. (Usually it's really messy and I don't let her do it.) Then Michael left.
Skye let me clean her face off and take her out of the high chair, and then she decided that it was high time she start misbehaving. She got into the TV cabinet and starting "playing" with Daddy's HD DVD player. She climbed all over the toys in her room. Nothing too terrible, though. When I found her with the HD DVD player, I discovered a second poopy diaper. So I grabbed her to haul her back to her room for a change... BIG mistake. Skye put her ninja skills to good use and hooked her fingers up into my nose and scratched! I immediately took her to the kitchen for a time out, strapped her into her high chair and set the timer. Then I wiped my nose... blood. That little girl fights DIRTY!
At the end of her time out I cautiously leaned in for a kiss. She gave me one more scratch to get it out of her system. (She also has a few scratches on her own face, so I wasn't the only casualty of her insane behavior.) We kissed and made up... or so I thought. We still had to go to the grocery store, but more importantly, I still had to get that dirty diaper cleaned up. I took her back to her room again. She stuck her hand in the mess and after I cleaned it up, she decided that she didn't WANT a clean diaper on, so she rolled around. I finally got a diaper on her, but in my furious diapering, I ripped the little Velcro tab clear off the diaper. It was ridiculous.
Long story short, we made it threw the grocery store. I bought Skye a big ball and put her down for a nap. All is well with the world. For all of my dreams of being a full-time, stay-at-home mom, I don't think that I could handle doing THIS all day every day.
Anyway, so Michael is spending his afternoon there. Skye and I are on our own. This morning Skye woke up in a great mood. She was flirty and silly and goofy, which is like the best way to find her in the mornings. She was on her best behavior. She even had her poopy diaper before we dropped her off in Sunday school. (She has a reputation for "being on her schedule" during the first service on Sunday mornings.) These were all the makings of an incredible day with her.
After I picked her up from Sunday school, she enjoyed running around and climbing the stairs at church while Michael chatted up some people. She giggled and sang the whole way home, and we enjoyed an uneventful lunch of sweet potatoes and chicken nuggets. The little angel ate everything! Afterwards I gave her a yogurt, and I even let her hold the spoon and feed herself. (Usually it's really messy and I don't let her do it.) Then Michael left.
Skye let me clean her face off and take her out of the high chair, and then she decided that it was high time she start misbehaving. She got into the TV cabinet and starting "playing" with Daddy's HD DVD player. She climbed all over the toys in her room. Nothing too terrible, though. When I found her with the HD DVD player, I discovered a second poopy diaper. So I grabbed her to haul her back to her room for a change... BIG mistake. Skye put her ninja skills to good use and hooked her fingers up into my nose and scratched! I immediately took her to the kitchen for a time out, strapped her into her high chair and set the timer. Then I wiped my nose... blood. That little girl fights DIRTY!
At the end of her time out I cautiously leaned in for a kiss. She gave me one more scratch to get it out of her system. (She also has a few scratches on her own face, so I wasn't the only casualty of her insane behavior.) We kissed and made up... or so I thought. We still had to go to the grocery store, but more importantly, I still had to get that dirty diaper cleaned up. I took her back to her room again. She stuck her hand in the mess and after I cleaned it up, she decided that she didn't WANT a clean diaper on, so she rolled around. I finally got a diaper on her, but in my furious diapering, I ripped the little Velcro tab clear off the diaper. It was ridiculous.
Long story short, we made it threw the grocery store. I bought Skye a big ball and put her down for a nap. All is well with the world. For all of my dreams of being a full-time, stay-at-home mom, I don't think that I could handle doing THIS all day every day.
4.08.2009
Bye-bye, Pampers!
So in my last post I bragged about how awesome my 18-month-old is doing with her verbal development. She continues to excel in that area. Another peculiar development is her ability to recognize pop stars from photographs without having ever seen them perform. A few months ago, she found a Target ad with Christina Aguilera and Taylor Swift on it. She pointed at them and started dancing. Tonight she found the DVD "Saved," pointed at Mandy Moore and started dippin' it low. (I think I totally pulled a muscle in my leg this weekend trying to dip it low to make her laugh. It worked, but I was in pain for a few days.)
Anyway, so I have another INSANE story that awards me some HUGE bragging rights... this evening my 18-month-old peed on the potty. I couldn't believe it! I mean, she watches her cousin pee on the potty all the time, so she knows the drill. She'll go into the bathroom and start freaking out, pointing and the potty and yelling about it. Then she'll start ripping off her clothes so that she can sit on it and read a book. Normally that's all that happens. Tonight, however, she peed!
I think it kind of freaked her out because she stood up right away and got a little piddle on the floor. Totally forgivable because she's new at the whole potty thing. I started cheering and gave her a hug, and she promptly thrust her little hand into the potty to play with it. I tried to not act too grossed out because I didn't want her to have any negative thoughts about the potty, so I just grabbed her and told her it was time to wash her hands.
So can you believe it!? I was just talking to her Nanna today about how close she was to using it and about how we might have to get pull-ups soon. Seriously, though, I'm not expecting her to be fully potty-trained in the next month. I don't know that she has the control yet to be able to be potty-trained, but it's still AWESOME!
In other news, my tulips survived the early April frost. I hear that there is another freeze warning for tomorrow, but I really think that they will be ok. I'll take my chances because I'm just too lazy to put the sheets back up outside.
Anyway, so I have another INSANE story that awards me some HUGE bragging rights... this evening my 18-month-old peed on the potty. I couldn't believe it! I mean, she watches her cousin pee on the potty all the time, so she knows the drill. She'll go into the bathroom and start freaking out, pointing and the potty and yelling about it. Then she'll start ripping off her clothes so that she can sit on it and read a book. Normally that's all that happens. Tonight, however, she peed!
I think it kind of freaked her out because she stood up right away and got a little piddle on the floor. Totally forgivable because she's new at the whole potty thing. I started cheering and gave her a hug, and she promptly thrust her little hand into the potty to play with it. I tried to not act too grossed out because I didn't want her to have any negative thoughts about the potty, so I just grabbed her and told her it was time to wash her hands.
So can you believe it!? I was just talking to her Nanna today about how close she was to using it and about how we might have to get pull-ups soon. Seriously, though, I'm not expecting her to be fully potty-trained in the next month. I don't know that she has the control yet to be able to be potty-trained, but it's still AWESOME!
In other news, my tulips survived the early April frost. I hear that there is another freeze warning for tomorrow, but I really think that they will be ok. I'll take my chances because I'm just too lazy to put the sheets back up outside.
4.06.2009
My Little Sweetie
I love my daughter. She totally cracks me up how one minute she can be a total terror, slashing at my face with her talons and screaming at the top of her lungs. And then the next minute she's peaceful and calm - even tender. Well, let's be honest, there is more than a minute's time between those moments, but I think you get my drift.
Today was one of those days. Lately Skye has been doing this ridiculous anxiety thing with me. Like I literally cannot leave the room when Michael is around without sending Skye into a tearful frenzy. When he's not home, she couldn't give two craps about me. It's almost like she's going out of her way to make him jealous or something. She's a stinker!
Tonight I had to cover my precious tulips from the hard freeze that we're expecting tonight. I was outside for 8 minutes, and she watched me from the window most of those 8 minutes. When I came back inside, you would have thought that I just walked in from a 3-year stint on a deserted island or something. Actually, I think her tears were partially due to the fact that Michael had the audacity to move her chair! What was he thinking?
So then we sat down for dinner. Skye's dish was still a little hot, so I put it in the freezer to cool down. I offered Skye some crackers to eat while her food cooled down. I thought it was a perfectly reasonable offer... I was wrong. She pushed the crackers back and forth on her little tray until the bits and crumbs went flying throughout the room. Then she screamed and cried. I tried to calmly explain what was going on and offer her some more crackers... same response. What. ever. So I gave the girl her chili, and we were good.
We chilled out for a little bit, and then it was time for bed. I love putting Skye to bed. Lately it has been less peaceful than usual. She interrupts me while I'm singing, and instead of just cuddling, she'll wrestle around until she is sitting up on my lap. Then she will point out objects in the room and mumble something behind her pacifier. It's adorable. Tonight, though, she was SO sweet. I asked for kisses, and instead of opening her mouth and drooling on me like she normally does, she puckered her lips and kissed me. Then she gently, ever-so-tenderly pushed my hair back from my forehead and kissed me again. I'm serious, that baby is an angel! It was so sweet. Then she scrunched her little nose and started chewing on her paci again.
I cannot get over how quickly she is growing up! She is saying phrases now. Like "Daddy go work!" And "I want to do it!" She loves to dress up in her swim suit and hat. She likes to read to me. She loves to count, and she hates it when I brush her hair. Oh, and she begs to go outside. She also loves to cuddle up with me at bedtime and stare at a photo of me. She found one of my senior pictures from 9 years ago. She loves to carry it around the house and show it to us.
Anyway. I didn't really think this blog out very well, but I haven't posted in a while, and I wanted to put something out there. Maybe my next post will be though-out a little better. Probably not, but we can hope for it, right!?
Today was one of those days. Lately Skye has been doing this ridiculous anxiety thing with me. Like I literally cannot leave the room when Michael is around without sending Skye into a tearful frenzy. When he's not home, she couldn't give two craps about me. It's almost like she's going out of her way to make him jealous or something. She's a stinker!
Tonight I had to cover my precious tulips from the hard freeze that we're expecting tonight. I was outside for 8 minutes, and she watched me from the window most of those 8 minutes. When I came back inside, you would have thought that I just walked in from a 3-year stint on a deserted island or something. Actually, I think her tears were partially due to the fact that Michael had the audacity to move her chair! What was he thinking?
So then we sat down for dinner. Skye's dish was still a little hot, so I put it in the freezer to cool down. I offered Skye some crackers to eat while her food cooled down. I thought it was a perfectly reasonable offer... I was wrong. She pushed the crackers back and forth on her little tray until the bits and crumbs went flying throughout the room. Then she screamed and cried. I tried to calmly explain what was going on and offer her some more crackers... same response. What. ever. So I gave the girl her chili, and we were good.
We chilled out for a little bit, and then it was time for bed. I love putting Skye to bed. Lately it has been less peaceful than usual. She interrupts me while I'm singing, and instead of just cuddling, she'll wrestle around until she is sitting up on my lap. Then she will point out objects in the room and mumble something behind her pacifier. It's adorable. Tonight, though, she was SO sweet. I asked for kisses, and instead of opening her mouth and drooling on me like she normally does, she puckered her lips and kissed me. Then she gently, ever-so-tenderly pushed my hair back from my forehead and kissed me again. I'm serious, that baby is an angel! It was so sweet. Then she scrunched her little nose and started chewing on her paci again.
I cannot get over how quickly she is growing up! She is saying phrases now. Like "Daddy go work!" And "I want to do it!" She loves to dress up in her swim suit and hat. She likes to read to me. She loves to count, and she hates it when I brush her hair. Oh, and she begs to go outside. She also loves to cuddle up with me at bedtime and stare at a photo of me. She found one of my senior pictures from 9 years ago. She loves to carry it around the house and show it to us.
Anyway. I didn't really think this blog out very well, but I haven't posted in a while, and I wanted to put something out there. Maybe my next post will be though-out a little better. Probably not, but we can hope for it, right!?
3.26.2009
So Skye is definitely MY daughter
So this morning Skye was enjoying her smoothie in her high chair as I was loading up the car and getting ready to leave for work. I walked into the kitchen, and she was holding her foot and whining. I moved her fingers to find blueberry stains on her socks. I tried to rub it off with a wipe, but it didn't help. I thought maybe she would get over it if I put her shoes on, but the stain was still visible with her mary janes on. So I removed the sock and replaced it with a clean one. All better!
I completely understand because having a stain on my clothes drives me bonkers. I just didn't realize that this OCD preference could manifest itself in a one year old. I mean, the girl doesn't care if she walks around with stains all over her shirt, but a stain on the clean, white sock is an abomination. She is SO my child!
Also this week... I bought Skye a bathing suit over the weekend. We're going on vacation at Virginia Beach this year, and I'm SO excited. So I got Skye a little red and white polka dot one-piece with a matching skirt and hat. I also got her a little white hooded cover-up. So on Monday night she asked me to put her hat on her head and her cover up over her clothes. I did, and she continued to play in her room while I went out to the kitchen to work on dinner. A few minutes later, Skye walked in with her bathing suit skirt on her head, holding up her swim suit as if to say, "Can you please put this one me?" Where was the camera!? It was so cute.
Since then she has asked to wear her bathing suit a few times. We'll put it on her and let her dance around in it until she tries to rip it off. I love that she loves it so much. She is going to have a blast at the beach!
I completely understand because having a stain on my clothes drives me bonkers. I just didn't realize that this OCD preference could manifest itself in a one year old. I mean, the girl doesn't care if she walks around with stains all over her shirt, but a stain on the clean, white sock is an abomination. She is SO my child!
Also this week... I bought Skye a bathing suit over the weekend. We're going on vacation at Virginia Beach this year, and I'm SO excited. So I got Skye a little red and white polka dot one-piece with a matching skirt and hat. I also got her a little white hooded cover-up. So on Monday night she asked me to put her hat on her head and her cover up over her clothes. I did, and she continued to play in her room while I went out to the kitchen to work on dinner. A few minutes later, Skye walked in with her bathing suit skirt on her head, holding up her swim suit as if to say, "Can you please put this one me?" Where was the camera!? It was so cute.
Since then she has asked to wear her bathing suit a few times. We'll put it on her and let her dance around in it until she tries to rip it off. I love that she loves it so much. She is going to have a blast at the beach!
2.20.2009
I want it all...
So lately I've been struggling a lot with my desires. It's really bad. For example, there is a house in my mom and dad's neighborhood that I LOOOOVE. One of my good friends in elementary school grew up in this house, and her parents still live there. It's totally modern, on a wooded lot with lots of space and beautiful landscaping. I drive by it every day on my way to drop off Skye. And every day I find myself thinking about how I will decorate and remodel it. I rack my brain trying to remember some of the details of the interior of the house so that I can decide which dining room set I would like to have and where I will put the baby grand piano that I have yet to own.
It's sick, isn't it? But yet this desire for more and better things totally consumes me. And I'm tired of it! It extends to more than just the house. I want to be skinny again, I want to quit my job and be a full-time mom, I want to spend more time volunteering, I want to clean my house from top to bottom, I want to remodel my bathroom, I want a blue spruce. And the list goes on and on. Some things are attainable, some things are completely ridiculous. The problem is that all of these wants are all-consuming. And somewhere along the way I convinced myself that I not only want these things, but I deserve them, and I CAN and WILL have them. What? What, Kate?
I don't understand why I keep thinking these things. I did not come from a wealthy family. My parents provided for all of my needs and most of my wants, and I was happy! I watched my parents sacrifice SO much to provide for my brothers and sister and me. And to this day they still do it! They are the most selfless people I know, and while I really want to be like them, I find myself in this materialistic world where I just can never have enough.
I have struggled for a loooong time with contentment. When Skye was born it kind of went away for a little bit, and things were great. But with each passing day, the mom guilt strikes me harder and harder. I hate to leave Skye every morning to drive to work. And I like my job. I am so thankful for my job, but I am so torn. Being a mom is the most wonderful thing in the world, but it can really suck sometimes.
And then there is the issue with budgeting my time. I work 40 hours a week, 8 hour a day. I see Skye for about 2.5-3 hours every day. That's it! That sucks! And during those few hours I have to get ready for work in the morning, cook dinner at night, and then throw her in bed. NOT COOL! So the entire time I am struggling to be productive while still trying to engage my toddler. Then on the weekends, I feel guilty when I want to take time out to hang out with my friends or do something by myself because I know that Skye is waiting for me at home wanting nothing other than to pull my hair and scratch my face. And you know what? When I finally have the time to be there for her, she's not going to want me around.
So this is my dilemma: I believed the lie that I can have it all. And now even though I know it's not true, I'm stuck still trying to make it happen.
It's sick, isn't it? But yet this desire for more and better things totally consumes me. And I'm tired of it! It extends to more than just the house. I want to be skinny again, I want to quit my job and be a full-time mom, I want to spend more time volunteering, I want to clean my house from top to bottom, I want to remodel my bathroom, I want a blue spruce. And the list goes on and on. Some things are attainable, some things are completely ridiculous. The problem is that all of these wants are all-consuming. And somewhere along the way I convinced myself that I not only want these things, but I deserve them, and I CAN and WILL have them. What? What, Kate?
I don't understand why I keep thinking these things. I did not come from a wealthy family. My parents provided for all of my needs and most of my wants, and I was happy! I watched my parents sacrifice SO much to provide for my brothers and sister and me. And to this day they still do it! They are the most selfless people I know, and while I really want to be like them, I find myself in this materialistic world where I just can never have enough.
I have struggled for a loooong time with contentment. When Skye was born it kind of went away for a little bit, and things were great. But with each passing day, the mom guilt strikes me harder and harder. I hate to leave Skye every morning to drive to work. And I like my job. I am so thankful for my job, but I am so torn. Being a mom is the most wonderful thing in the world, but it can really suck sometimes.
And then there is the issue with budgeting my time. I work 40 hours a week, 8 hour a day. I see Skye for about 2.5-3 hours every day. That's it! That sucks! And during those few hours I have to get ready for work in the morning, cook dinner at night, and then throw her in bed. NOT COOL! So the entire time I am struggling to be productive while still trying to engage my toddler. Then on the weekends, I feel guilty when I want to take time out to hang out with my friends or do something by myself because I know that Skye is waiting for me at home wanting nothing other than to pull my hair and scratch my face. And you know what? When I finally have the time to be there for her, she's not going to want me around.
So this is my dilemma: I believed the lie that I can have it all. And now even though I know it's not true, I'm stuck still trying to make it happen.
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