This is the dichotomy of my life today:
On the one hand, I’m cheering on a dear friend of mine who is competing in Ironman Florida today. I’m watching her stats online and I get excited every time they update a leg of the race with her time and ranking. Very cool.
On the other hand, I am hanging out with Miss P and her daddy, eating the leftover Halloween candy (we have a ton of it because it rained and we had virtually no trick-or-treaters) and waiting for my new pajama jeans to come out of the dryer.
I should probably go take a walk or something – and start living by this sign!
So what’s new in the land of Miss P? Well, a whole lot!
- She’s talking up a storm, adding these words to her vocabulary: apple, bike, frog.
- She has been enjoying the outdoors quite a bit with the cooler weather. I rarely look at her that she doesn’t have her cheeks stuffed with fallen acorns. I open my hand and she dutifully spits them out into it, then runs off to find more.
- She discovered an anthill. She was with my husband out in the backyard and wandered into an anthill. I heard him cry out and I ran out to find him holding her up and swatting her legs. He said only a few got on her and he got them off. I took her shoes and socks off to check and make sure none were lurking, then put them back on her. Later that day she had about 8 bites on her little legs and feet.
- Since her fall from the shopping cart in September she is longer a daredevil. I keep her strapped in the front of the cart, and she hasn’t tried to even stand up once.
- She has fallen in love with vanilla flavored milk. Every time we go to Target I buy her a little box of vanilla milk from Starbucks and she sucks it down. That was getting expensive at $1.95 a pop, so I found this recipe to make my own (I had to use real sugar instead of agave since I didn’t have any in the house) and she doesn’t know the difference. Although when we went to Target the other day and I was leaving without stopping in Starbucks she pointed at the store as we went past and made the sign for milk. Luckily she got over that pretty quick.
- She was Strawberry Shortcake for Halloween. Hated the hat, but she hates all hats. I tried for a hatless costume (Annie, Hermione, even Merida from Brave) but everything I wanted was sold out in stores AND online. Mental note: start looking for Halloween costumes in August next year).
- She’ll be 15 months old in just a few days!
I’m dealing with some serious mommy envy right now because of stupid, useless Facebook. I’ll write more about that later.
I’m happy to be back, and even happier to announce my association with the The Southern Girl Blog Community and That’s Fresh Friday. Hope to see you around here again soon!
This past Monday was not the best one for Miss P. Or me, for that matter.
A couple of months ago she went from being my quietly-sits-in-the-cart baby to my stands-up-in-the-seat-of-the-cart baby. Even with the safety belt on she would still stand up and sometimes even wiggle out of the belt.
I decided that it would be safer to let her stand in the back of cart. This worked out well for us, because she could stand up and maul all of our purchases and look around. It worked out well until this past Monday.
You see, on Monday morning she fell out of the cart.
All the way out.
Flipped over the edge of the back and landed on the ground on her back in the checkout lane at Target.
I watched the whole thing. I was helpless to stop it, it happened so fast.
She was reaching for something in the grab and go area of the lane. I was digging through my purse for coupons. The cart lurched and I looked up just as she went over the side.
Luckily, she tucked her head in and landed on her back. Her head never touched the ground. It knocked the wind out of her and once she could breathe again she was PISSED. I prodded her head for bruises or soft/sore spots. Nothing. By the time we got from store to car she had stopped crying. When we got home I stripped her down and checked her over for bruises. Nothing.
It took me several hours to stop shaking. Later that evening while playing with her dad, her hand slipped (she was crawling underneath him like he was a bridge) and she hit her head on the hardwood floor. She had a nice little goose egg for a bit.
We planned to go to a local event this weekend so I wanted to get her a harness for that event so she could walk around. We went out the next day to get one and I found this:
This is the Buddy Guard 2-in-1 harness. It goes over baby’s head and attaches via aplix on her back. You can use the attached leash to harness baby in a public place, or you can connect the aplix on a shopping cart to keep baby in place (around the back of the cart seat). I was sold!
It works great as a leash. I don’t know how you feel about putting a kid on a leash but my kid is very strong-willed and I will use anything and everything necessary to keep her from getting in harm’s way.
I used it in the shopping cart at Target this morning. I strapped her in with the Buddy Guard and then used the cart strap. She went nowhere. She tried to stand up in the seat a couple of times and let out some pretty impressive bellows when she was unable to do so.
I felt so much better about her safety when she was strapped in with this product. I highly recommend it.
I know I haven’t been here in a while but I have a great excuse: I’ve been chasing my toddler around!
Miss P turned one in August. She has been taking a few steps here and then since around 10ish months, but no actual walking. On her birthday weekend she decided to do some walking across the room, and that was fine for a while.
She’s been doing about 50/50 walking and crawling for a few weeks. On Saturday last I dressed her all the way to socks and shoes and took her to Walgreens. We got out of the car and instead of putting her in a cart I put her on the sidewalk and she took my hand and walked into the store. She was so proud! So was I, for that matter.
Ever since then she’s either 95% or 100% walking. It leaves her hands free to grab anything and everything, but it is still really cool.
Story time at the local libraries started this week and I intended to take her to the toddler class at the library closest to our house. I thought it was on Thursday. On Monday afternoon I went to the website to doublecheck the time and found out it was actually on Monday morning.
We had exercise class on Tuesday morning and after we went to the mall play place so we didn’t make it to toddler story time at the library we used to go to either. I made a commitment that we would go to the closest one today.
The closest one in town is about 5 miles away and it’s a library I’ve been to before. We showed up about 10 minutes before it started and there were about 50 toddlers there already. Some had one parent, some had two. It was a lot of people.
A total zoo, this was. Utter chaos. Miss P stayed closed to me, usually standing between my knees when I was sitting. There were a lot of older toddlers and they were being very rowdy.
The one time my little sweetie got excited was when someone dragged out the library’s large stuffed dog. No one else had noticed it. She squealed with delight and toddled over to talk to the doggie. While she was stroking his ears another toddler, a boy of maybe 3 or so, came over and dragged the dog away from her. Made me so mad.
I don’t know how she felt about the crowd but I wasn’t prepared for that kind of insanity. God bless those librarians.
The Monday toddler story time at the library near us is at a neighborhood branch, so it is much smaller. I’ve heard from another mom on Twitter that the group is MUCH smaller. I hope so, because momma can’t take that crowd!
My daughter is enamored of animals, the outdoors, and dirt. She never stops moving, exploring, climbing up on things she shouldn’t be. She’s a tough cookie.
All my friends who have girls post pictures of their little feet with painted nails and I love that! When I was out shopping the other day I picked up a bottle of cotton candy pink nail polish so I could do it for Miss P and I.
I sat her down on the bed next to me and showed her the bottle of nail polish. I made a big deal about pulling the little brush out and brushing a coating of polish on one of my big toes. She tried to swipe the bottle from me and then the little brush.
I got her calmed down and pulled out her little foot to brush some polish on her nails. She sat and watched for a moment as I brushed the little brush over her big toenail. I had to laugh because both toenail and toe were dirty.
She tried to swipe the bottle and the brush again so I put them both away. We now each have one cotton candy pink toenail.
Maybe someday she’ll let me do them all.
One year ago today at just after 7 am my water broke. I was scheduled to be induced on August 9th due to gestational hypertension and gestational diabetes, but 28 hours prior to my water breaking I had started having contractions. I was thrilled. And then my water broke and everything became a blur of pain until the sweet, blessed epidural was administered.
Ten hours in labor and delivery, a few short minutes of pushing and out came this raw, intense little creature with a shock of dark hair, vivid blue eyes and an indignant expression. ”Well, I’m here. Now what?”
I fell in love.
Motherhood has been sometimes scary, oftentimes difficult, but always rewarding. I have cried and screamed and punched my pillow in frustration, eaten too much chocolate, said things under my breath I shouldn’t have said, said things aloud I shouldn’t have said. But always, always having this sweet lovely in my arms has made it all worth it.
She is funny and charming and smart as hell. She astonishes me with how quickly she can grasp a concept. She is an incessant babbler. She is cautiously taking her first steps. She loves animals and being outside. She has her daddy and I both wrapped around her little finger. She is vibrant and miraculous.
Somehow we have managed to keep her alive for a whole year. (Here’s to many more.)
Miss P, my incredible daughter, you are the love of my life. Thank you for being my baby. Happy first birthday!