Sunday, August 19, 2012
Don't Sing...Daddy
Today, I was singing a silly made-up song to Mireya. I was only singing for a moment, when Mireya said to me, "Don't sing. It's annoying, Daddy." I couldn't believe it! My daughter called me annoying! She is so smart. :)
Monday, August 13, 2012
Look What I Did Mommy!
The following is something that happened about a week ago.
Sshhhh... listen. Do you hear that? No? Exactly... silence means trouble in toddler land. My daughter has gone quiet and that cannot be good. With my mommy senses buzzing, I start calling for her, "Mireya? Mireya! Where are you and WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Silence... and then, "Mommy, I'm in my bedroom! I POOPED! I POOPED Mommy!"
*face twisting into horror and shock*
Holy
F-ing
Hell
OH NO SHE DID NOT! NOT IN HER ROOM! I ran down the hall and burst through her door. "MIREYA!! What did you s..." "Look Mommy, poop!" *she shows me her hands and points at the floor*
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! WHY!? WHY!? She pooped in her room and then TOUCHED IT!? WHY!? "Jason honey, come here. Mireya has something to show you. HURRY! Now, Mireya, stay right there and don't move. Daddy's coming." ...and Mommy exits stage left. Poop from hell to breakfast is what I call "a Daddy job". I am glad he works from home on days like this. He wishes he worked outside the home on days like this.
In the background I could hear, "NO! Mireya, why!? Why did you poop on your floor!? And WHY did you TOUCH it!? GROSS! WE DO NOT TOUCH OUR POOP! NEVER EVER EVER! That is ICKY Mireya!" I could picture the tortured look on his face. Did I feel bad for making him clean it up? No. Should I? Perhaps. Am I just glad that I was not the one scrubbing it out from under her fingernails? YES. Come on, seriously, you know you would do the same thing.. ;)
****She is potty training right now, so hopefully this is just a stage. If not, I'm buying a bigger carpet cleaner and planning a vacation.
Sshhhh... listen. Do you hear that? No? Exactly... silence means trouble in toddler land. My daughter has gone quiet and that cannot be good. With my mommy senses buzzing, I start calling for her, "Mireya? Mireya! Where are you and WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Silence... and then, "Mommy, I'm in my bedroom! I POOPED! I POOPED Mommy!"
*face twisting into horror and shock*
Holy
F-ing
Hell
OH NO SHE DID NOT! NOT IN HER ROOM! I ran down the hall and burst through her door. "MIREYA!! What did you s..." "Look Mommy, poop!" *she shows me her hands and points at the floor*
NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! WHY!? WHY!? She pooped in her room and then TOUCHED IT!? WHY!? "Jason honey, come here. Mireya has something to show you. HURRY! Now, Mireya, stay right there and don't move. Daddy's coming." ...and Mommy exits stage left. Poop from hell to breakfast is what I call "a Daddy job". I am glad he works from home on days like this. He wishes he worked outside the home on days like this.
In the background I could hear, "NO! Mireya, why!? Why did you poop on your floor!? And WHY did you TOUCH it!? GROSS! WE DO NOT TOUCH OUR POOP! NEVER EVER EVER! That is ICKY Mireya!" I could picture the tortured look on his face. Did I feel bad for making him clean it up? No. Should I? Perhaps. Am I just glad that I was not the one scrubbing it out from under her fingernails? YES. Come on, seriously, you know you would do the same thing.. ;)
****She is potty training right now, so hopefully this is just a stage. If not, I'm buying a bigger carpet cleaner and planning a vacation.
1st Root Beer Float
Mireya was out running errands with me the other day. It was hot and she had been exceptionally good and patient. I figured she deserved a treat. Besides, she is too cute and I spoil her rotten. :) I also like to sneak in special mommy-daughter moments whenever I can. The memories are invaluable. :)
We were at our local drugstore/gift shop. It has a cool little soda station with real, old-fashioned soda. We sat at the bar and I ordered her a root beer float-her first! She LOVED it!
Mireya kept saying that she was FREEZING, BRRR. It was cute! :) I decided she might be more comfortable finishing it outside on a bench in the warm summer air.
That was a really special day!
We were at our local drugstore/gift shop. It has a cool little soda station with real, old-fashioned soda. We sat at the bar and I ordered her a root beer float-her first! She LOVED it!
Mireya kept saying that she was FREEZING, BRRR. It was cute! :) I decided she might be more comfortable finishing it outside on a bench in the warm summer air.
That was a really special day!
Saturday, August 11, 2012
Potty Training Update
Mireya is finally getting the concept of using the potty! Today, she had on underwear instead of a pull-up and she pulled it down and went potty all by herself, without even telling us she needed to go. We are so proud of her! She is still working on it, but we have a feeling she will get the hang of it in no time.
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