Who Flung Poo?

I apologize for the title, but I couldn’t resist.

Day 1:  I walked into my bedroom a few days ago to talk to my mom for a second, only to hear Hudson scream that Annie pulled her diaper off.  I found my sweet, little Annie up to her elbows, fingerpainting all over the wall and on my couches(Curse flat paint!!!  The paint rubbed off with the poo).  While keeping my gag reflex at bay, I stripped Annie; dumped her in the bathtub and started stripping down the couches as well.  I had to air out my entire house and I felt like as I was scrubbing, I was really just moving stuff around and smooshing it more into the fabric.  

At this point Will and I had to have a Pow-Wow.  We now need new couches.  I only found 2 couches online that I liked, because I now, for sanitary reasons; refuse to have anything, but leather(I want the mess to wipe away).  I digress, the first couch was almost $3,000 and the second was closer to $7,000.  Will ever so nicely told me, “No.”

As a result, we are getting the couches’ uphostery steam cleaned.  I have to keep my couches.

Day 2:  I hop in for a quick 5 minute shower.  As I am drying off I hear, “Mom, Annie is covered in red stuff.”  Red stuff?!  It turned out to be fingernail polish.  She painted a huge streak up the left side of her face from chin to forehead.  Had I been calmer, I would have snagged a picture.  Her jeans and shirt were covered.  Apparently, she was trying to paint her fingers and toes, because they all looked like they had been dipped in the paint(Sidenote:  There is an amazingly large  quantity of polish in such a tiny glass bottle).  After which, she so lovingly painted my matching chair to my couch, all over the cushions, and arms.  Red polish makes my blue couches sooooo patriotic.  I give up on the couches.  I think they are officially destroyed.

There is nothing like sending up a quick prayer for patience, strength and help.  My answer came quickly this time…lucky for Annie.  It came in the form of a time out for Annie(even though I wanted to hang her upside down) and a screaming deal on a new couch.  

To answer my mom’s question of, “Do I watch my kids or am I just very unlucky?”  I would like to reply, I think my children enjoy exploring and making messes.  Yes, I watch them.  Does anyone happen to have a giant, cushioned, self-cleaning bubble I could borrow for those little moments when I don’t feel like taking my kids into the bathroom with me?

My Not So Little Baby Girl

My sweet, little Annie has turned 2 today.  I am feeling a little sappy and sentimental.  It feels like she has been in our lives forever, yet we can count in months the amount of time she has blessed our lives.  Here she is the day she came home from the hospital.

Of course each birthday of a child brings back memories of the first “birth”day.  Annie was a nice, easy 4 and a half hour labor/delivery.  The doctor asked me when I wanted her to get here.  I just told him I wanted to be finished by the time my TV show came on that night.  He was good with that and I guess Annie was too because she came at 4:30 in the PM-Plenty of time to do a few laps around the Mother’s Ward, take a nap, and feed the baby before it came on.  I even got dinner this time!

We love Annie so much.  

Annie with my mom.

Annie was such a good, easy baby.

Annie with Will’s mom.

I know I’m a little picture happy, but I couldn’t help it as I was sifting through them all.

Happy Birthday Annie Bannanie!

Deck the House

In helping Annie understand that her birthday is soon to arrive, Hudson and I started decorating the house.  Both kids seemed to enjoy themselves and it effectively passed the time of the day.  

Now, whenever we ask Annie about her birthday she just tells you she wants the cake.

Early Out for Good Behavior!

Annie’s two year old self seems to have popped into our lives a few weeks early.  Surprise, Surprise!  Somewhere, someone flicked the tantrum switch and I’m pretty sure she must have come hardwired to throw some pretty intense ones.  We’re trying to curb this habit quick.  We don’t do tantrums!!  Either way, time out has begun with her too.  This is her sad little time-out face.  She has learned the drill well already.  We tell her to go to time-out and she drops her head, sulking to the entry steps where she sits and usually decides to flop over to rub her head on the ground.  A few seconds later she’ll say, “Mommy, talk?”  She knows that at the end of her 60 seconds of time-out she and I sit and talk about why she is there.  In hopes of speeding up the process she now asks to talk a few seconds after she gets there.  Smart cookie.  Talking to Mom early = 15 seconds in time-out.

Don’t let the face fool you.  She isn’t there that often.  Our sweet little Annie is usually looking like this instead!