TWO

V's little finger got pinched in the door as we both tried to close the car doors simultaneously. I was worried it was broken. But when she stopped crying for a bowl of ice cream my fears were assuaged.  

2016 week two

We had our first freeze this season! And our first (unplanned) trip to the doctors! It seems like 80% of all my weekly summaries have to do with the weather. I guess I really enjoy talking about the weather. It doesn't bore me at all. Come on, let's discuss how the weird weather this season is going to make for tough fruit, beef, and milk prices in the summer and an onslaught of demon bugs! Who's with me?

Also, there is nothing that Chick fil-A and watching Frozen can't fix for a toddler. 

Some knuckle crunching tummy time. Theo is now very proficient at rolling off his stomach. Tummy time doesn't exist anymore. It has become immediately-roll-onto-your-back time.

Vera loves her baby brother. I was singing a song with the words "my baby" in it and V stopped and defiantly shouted at me, "NO! He's MY baby!" 

You aren't a real Texan unless you have a stuffed possum. 

I sat on the couch soaking in the peaceful sounds of children playing in a happy home. 

When you have an older sister, your life looks like this. 

Vera is the master of dressing for the occasion. And any occasion is reason enough to don all your finery. 

"Mama, I'm shooting you." When you are Matthew's daughter anything can be a gun. When Matthew was little his parents took special care not to have toy guns in the house. One day, wily toddler Matthew utilized all available resources to bite his bread into a gun shape to harass his sisters.  The apple doesn't fall far...

"I'm taking a Cheeto bubble bath!" Also she cried when she woke up from nap and the bubble bath was in the trash. :) 

Vera has recently taken to calling Theodore, "Little Socks" or "Lil Socks." Lil socks can't keep his toes covered to save his life. Do they make baby garters yet? I bought specific triple roll socks to keep those toes warm. They apparently cannot be contained.

Matthew threw her in the bin of giant stuffed toys at WalMart. It was her dream, and then quickly became a nightmare when she realized these creatures have no traction and she couldn't get out.

I love baby frog bodies. 

Quotes:

Butterflies dont like me. They land on me and tell me to go in the dirt! I say No and they say YES and then they pick me up and they lose me in the trees. And then you'll never see me again. (I've been telling more stories lately and apparently the danger level is increasing. She's started to report some wild make believe adventures.)

I don't want to go in the Elsa and Anna show because there's an old white man in there. I don't like him. I don't want to go in the show. (I'm not quite sure about this one.)

Mama I had a dream! I was with Theo! (I ask her after every nap if she had any dreams. This week she finally reported having one.)

I thought I wanted to... (She says this about anything that she wanted to do that we already told her she couldn't do.) But Mama, I thought I wanted to not go to sleep. I thought I wanted to still play with your knife. I thought I wanted to take this away from Theo. etc.

V: What does a Mama say?
Me: What do I say?
V: I don't know.
Me: What do mamas say?
V: They don't say anything. They just sing all the time.

While getting her finger bandaged up at the doctors:
Nurse: Do you have any animals at home?
V: I have a giraffe.
Nurse: Oh, is it a girl giraffe or a boy giraffe?
V: He's a girl giraffe. He has a urethra.
Nurse, looks at me: What? Did I hear that right?
Me: A urethra.
Nurse: Ok. Yep that's what I thought she said. Hah.

We're teaching her about cross walk signals.
V: We can go! There's the little white old man!

Mom look I found a SECRET! (a sequin)

Mama, look at my giraffe. He's a queen. He is just touching my body.

Her favorite cereals are: Bee Cereal (Honey Nut Cheerios) and Sweeties (Wheaties)

No! Mama! I want Papa to be a fairy!!

She called Theo "Little Gick"
Me: That sounds like a goblin's name.
V: Here comes another little goblin!
Me: What is his name?
V: Roast beef.
a few minutes later.
Me: Are you hungry for dinner?
V: Yes. I want Roast beef goblin, please.

I'm the giraffes (pronounced: Gir-aff-iss) mama! And he is my baby kid.

Stories:

This week V requested that I be Mama Anna several times a day. When can I look forward to the Frozen obsession subsiding? :) Then again,  I remember the several home movies we have of me much older than V singing every. single. princess. song. All of them. Always.  My mom had to deal with princess obsession a lot longer than I have had to.
Also I officially know all the words to all the Frozen songs now. Yippee. :)
To prolong the inevitable nap this week, she was requesting song after song from Frozen. I started singing Love is an Open Door and halfway through had the brilliant idea to change the words to be about nap time:
"Say Goodbye to your Mama, cause you're going to go to sleep right now! I'm going to close the doooooooooooor, I'm going to close the doooooooooooor, I'm going to close the door on you, on you, on you, on you! I'm going to close the door!"
She didn't think this was funny.
She has been fighting naps SO hard lately. For two to three hours she will play in her bed, long after I thought she had fallen asleep. And then when I'm about to give up, or tear my eyes out, she falls asleep. She ends up spending a good portion of her day just happily sitting on her bed/napping. I don't want her to just be alone in her room all day, and I keep telling her I'd like to spend time with her but she needs to go to sleep for a little while. If she doesn't she's a beast, and with her fighting them so hard she doesn't end up waking up from naps until 5 pm! And I'm sorry little thing, but I am not altering your 7:30 bedtime. We just got Theo to eat and go to sleep at that time (in the same room! Fist bump!) we're not changing the game now. Just please take a nap little one. Please.
Also Theo, it would be so nice if you stopped using your super human baby strength to get your fists out of your ridiculously tight swaddles to either suck on your hands or cover your face with your blankets. Thanks, son. :)