Despite the fact that this weekend was wonderful, I must admit I’m exhausted! I vowed not to craft for seven whole days and to enjoy my home, my family and spend a little time blogging.
In case you haven’t figured this out yet, my child is a royal hoot. She has me in stitches most of the time and I rarely stop talking about her. She is so full of life and energy and has the sweetest little personality. Everyday she gives me enough blog-fodder for an entire week’s worth of posts.
I went to pick her up at my mom’s and she had already eaten. Vegetable soup. Cornbread. Half of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. And 3 banana nut mini muffins. We come home and start putting groceries up. Of course, I brought her a surprise, why wouldn’t I? She climbed up in her highchair and started noshing on her half of a Reese’s cup. I warned her before beginning that she could only have half. After finishing it she said, “I wan’t nother one.” I said no and reminded her that it was mine. She said, “I eat yours. I cry.” Okay – I don’t care if she cries, I waited all day long for that Reese’s cup!! She wailed. Then asked for yogurt. I obliged, with the caveat that she must eat all of it. She ate three bites and wanted down. I let her scream for awhile before putting the yogurt away, but she ended up in time out because she wouldn’t calm down. After we established she wasn’t hungry anymore, she went about her way. Not five minutes later she comes trotting into the living room with a baggie full of banana nut muffins, courtesy of Gran. Are you kidding me? This bottomless pit cannot possibly be hungry.
Then, we’re getting ready for her bath (the next few paragraphs are going to be horribly embarrassing, so bare with me) and I was using the potty (I know… too much information). She was taking her pjs off and getting ready for bath. She took her diaper off, sat on the little potty and said, “Two girls tee-teeing on the potty!” Then, “If you tee-tee, Mommy, you get a prize.” Thank you.
Now we’re in the bath (yes, both of us – it’s easier that way when Josh is out of town) and she’s playing with the soap while I shave my legs. She tells me, “Be careful, it’s sharp. Don’t cut you* fingers.” Precious. After I get out she tells me she’s going to lay down and “swim like a dolphin.” She gets out and insists on wearing big girl panties “like Mommy” so we paraded around in our panties and I took a few pictures. Of her, not me!
Finally we get into bed and ready for prayers. Over the last few weeks, Ella has really been upset about going to bed – she’s afraid of missing the action. As soon as I mention bedtime prayers, she loses all sense of control. To combat this, we’ve been making prayer time a little silly. Like tonight – here is a pictures of what we lovingly call “chubby face prayers.” I hope you’re not too horribly offended. God either.
* I don’t have poor grammar skills, Ella uses ‘you’instead of ‘your’ and it makes her sound so sweet 🙂
