Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Potty?
Olivia walked up to me yesterday before dinner and said "potty". So I asked her if she needed to potty and she said "yeah". Once we got to the bathroom, Olivia started playing with her bath toys, so I thought she just said potty to get me to open the bathroom door. I again asked if she needed to go potty and again she said "yeah". I quickly stripped her of her pants, and diaper and sat her on the pot. After a few seconds Olivia got up to reveal, nothing. I thanked her for trying and said "let's go get a diaper". We both went into her bedroom, but while I was getting out the diaper, Olivia ran out. I called to her a couple times and told her to come back in, without any success. I went into the living room, where Olivia was standing with her little bare butt hanging out, peeing on my living room carpet. At least she knows when she needs to pee.
Monday, September 28, 2009
New Shoes
A few weeks ago, I decided that Olivia needed to wear the new Puma sneakers I had bought for her. In the spring she was wearing a size 4 Puma, so I bought a size 5 for late summer/early fall. Now, if you put the sole of the shoe up to the bottom of her foot, this shoe is the correct size and theoretically should fit. So, after a good 30 seconds of me trying to shove/force her shoe on, without much success I might add, and with Chuck standing next to me saying "it's not going to fit" and Olivia sitting on her big girl bed saying "owie, owie, owie" I finally gave up and put on her crocs.
Fast forward to this past Sunday, when I decided to take Olivia to Sride Rite to get fitted for tennis shoes and a pair of dress shoes. Let me first add that Olivia usually takes a 2 1/2 to 3 hour nap on the weekends. Her nap on this particular day lasted 1 hour and 20 min. To make a LONG story short Olivia screamed bloody murder when the nice sales lady was trying to size her foot on that metal shoe thingy. She continued to scream bloody murder while the nice sales lady put on a pair of sneakers and again when the nice sales lady put on the dress shoes. Needless to say, Olivia did get her shoes, but here's the kicker. Now remember, the Pumas were a size 5, Olivia's new tennis shoes are a size 7 1/2 extra wide and her dress shoes are a size 7 extra wide. No wonder the damn Pumas wouldn't fit! With that said, both pairs of new shoes are long, but because of her foot width, they have to go with the bigger size(apparently, that's how it works with fat footed kids). The sales lady kindly said that Olivia just has "special feet".
I must also add at this point that Olivia's feet look just like her fathers. I am the first to admit that I have ugly, bony, veiny feet, that are wide. However, Chuck (and Olivia) have puffy feet. Yes, puffy feet or one could call them fluffy. That is the sole reason why this child needs an extra wide shoe. And both of the teir feet are uglier than mine!
Fast forward to this past Sunday, when I decided to take Olivia to Sride Rite to get fitted for tennis shoes and a pair of dress shoes. Let me first add that Olivia usually takes a 2 1/2 to 3 hour nap on the weekends. Her nap on this particular day lasted 1 hour and 20 min. To make a LONG story short Olivia screamed bloody murder when the nice sales lady was trying to size her foot on that metal shoe thingy. She continued to scream bloody murder while the nice sales lady put on a pair of sneakers and again when the nice sales lady put on the dress shoes. Needless to say, Olivia did get her shoes, but here's the kicker. Now remember, the Pumas were a size 5, Olivia's new tennis shoes are a size 7 1/2 extra wide and her dress shoes are a size 7 extra wide. No wonder the damn Pumas wouldn't fit! With that said, both pairs of new shoes are long, but because of her foot width, they have to go with the bigger size(apparently, that's how it works with fat footed kids). The sales lady kindly said that Olivia just has "special feet".
I must also add at this point that Olivia's feet look just like her fathers. I am the first to admit that I have ugly, bony, veiny feet, that are wide. However, Chuck (and Olivia) have puffy feet. Yes, puffy feet or one could call them fluffy. That is the sole reason why this child needs an extra wide shoe. And both of the teir feet are uglier than mine!
Monday, September 14, 2009
Vikings, Cheers and Potty
When we now say Vikes or Vikings to Olivia, she is able to locate the Viking head/logo and point to it. She also correlates the Vikings with the color purple and says "puple".
Olivia now takes her sippy cup and holds it up to us and says "cheers". She does this even if we do not have something we are currently drinking out of, as well as to the dog. Hmm. She also tries to pound it with the dog as well. Hmm, again. At least he has paws she can pound I guess.
Unfortuntaely, Olivia now thinks that just sitting on her potty means that we need to make a rukus for her. It has been that everytime she goes potty she runs her little naked body around the house with her hands thrown abouve her head clapping and cheering. Now, she does that after sitting on the pot for a mere 3 seconds with nothing in the toilet. Apparently, we need to work on this.
Olivia now takes her sippy cup and holds it up to us and says "cheers". She does this even if we do not have something we are currently drinking out of, as well as to the dog. Hmm. She also tries to pound it with the dog as well. Hmm, again. At least he has paws she can pound I guess.
Unfortuntaely, Olivia now thinks that just sitting on her potty means that we need to make a rukus for her. It has been that everytime she goes potty she runs her little naked body around the house with her hands thrown abouve her head clapping and cheering. Now, she does that after sitting on the pot for a mere 3 seconds with nothing in the toilet. Apparently, we need to work on this.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Random Thoughts
So this morning Chuck was sitting next to Olivia on the couch pretending to laugh. After a few seconds Olivia looked at him and said "just shut up".
Olivia unmistakably knows who Sponge Bob is now. When she sees a picture of him or you ask her to say Sponge Bob she says "Spun Bob".
At dinner tongiht Olivia dropped a pea, looked at me and said "where'd it go"? A couple minutes later she found it in her lap and shouted "there it is" and proceeded to eat it with a big smile on her face.
Olivia now sits on top of her Leap Frog music thingy (it sits about a foot off the floor) and pushes herself up to the end table in the living room to watch the digital photo frame.
Pee peeing in the potty (for Olivia, not Chuck or I, though it would be cool if we could train KB) occurs every night after dinner and before putting Olivia's jammies on. We now need to work on other times of the day. We have tried right when she gets up in the morning, but she isn't into it yet.
Instead of just pointing to eyes, nose and mouth when we say them, Olivia now says the words and points to the appropriate body part. However, when pointing to the appropriate body part, more specifically when pointing to my appropriate body part, she jabs my eyes out, picks my nose and pulls my lips. I even had a bloody lip from it yesterday.
I am no longer "mama", but instead "mommy, mommy, mommy" said with unnecessary urgency every time she says it.
Olivia says "Elliot". Early preparation is essential.
Apparently, Olivia has nawed the buttons off of the TV remote. Hmm, how is that odd? Let's think about that for a minute.
Olivia unmistakably knows who Sponge Bob is now. When she sees a picture of him or you ask her to say Sponge Bob she says "Spun Bob".
At dinner tongiht Olivia dropped a pea, looked at me and said "where'd it go"? A couple minutes later she found it in her lap and shouted "there it is" and proceeded to eat it with a big smile on her face.
Olivia now sits on top of her Leap Frog music thingy (it sits about a foot off the floor) and pushes herself up to the end table in the living room to watch the digital photo frame.
Pee peeing in the potty (for Olivia, not Chuck or I, though it would be cool if we could train KB) occurs every night after dinner and before putting Olivia's jammies on. We now need to work on other times of the day. We have tried right when she gets up in the morning, but she isn't into it yet.
Instead of just pointing to eyes, nose and mouth when we say them, Olivia now says the words and points to the appropriate body part. However, when pointing to the appropriate body part, more specifically when pointing to my appropriate body part, she jabs my eyes out, picks my nose and pulls my lips. I even had a bloody lip from it yesterday.
I am no longer "mama", but instead "mommy, mommy, mommy" said with unnecessary urgency every time she says it.
Olivia says "Elliot". Early preparation is essential.
Apparently, Olivia has nawed the buttons off of the TV remote. Hmm, how is that odd? Let's think about that for a minute.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
7 Months and 2 Days
Olivia apparently thinks she is beyond having to sit in her car seat because more often than not recently we are experiencing shrieks of horror and ridiculous protests whenever we try and put her in the carseat. This afternoon she decided to climb into the other chair in the backseat and proceeded to try and put the seatbelt on. Let me just say that Olivia arching her back and straightening her body is almost impossible to fight against when one is 7 months and 2 days pregnant. It literally takes all I have to get her in the seat and I can feel it pull straight across the big ole belly.
Olivia also believes that she is such a big girl now that she can walk every where. Now, this is actually a blessing of sorts (being 7 months and 2 days pregnant) as she is getting a little heavy for me to lug around at this point. With that said, it is NOT a blessing when I want to buzz into Target real quick and she refuses to sit in the cart, but instead wants to walk. What should have taken a measley 5 minutes, ended up being a 20 minute adventure of sorts. The child meandered her way through the store (she usually runs everywhere) and then decided it would be fun to take every stinkin thing within her reach off of the shelves and place them elsewhere. Let me also add to this that Olivia has become quite the pro at dropping to the ground and going dead weight (real fun when you are 7 months and 2 days pregnant, carrying a purse on one arm and holding the convenient red Target basket with the hand that is not pulling Olivia's arm out of it's socket in an attempt to stand her back up). Oh, it gets better. She then decides (while sitting in the middle of the aisle) that it is a good time for a nap, looks at me, says "night night" and lays on her tummy. At that point in the game I had become extrememly amused and just started laughing. Olivia took advantage of this momentary lapse in judegement, stood up and took off running through the girls clothes section. Being 7months and 2 days pregnant AND it being the end of the day, I was in no shape to run after her. After at least 2 passes through that particular section of the store and pulling socks off the hooks as she ran through, I finally put the kabash on the shenanigans and carried her to the check-out with her saying "down" the entire time.
By the way I am now 7 months and 2 days pregnant (in case you didn't know). Things are going well and I am measuring two weeks ahead of schedule. I am coming up on the home stretch and am very ready to be DONE!
Olivia also believes that she is such a big girl now that she can walk every where. Now, this is actually a blessing of sorts (being 7 months and 2 days pregnant) as she is getting a little heavy for me to lug around at this point. With that said, it is NOT a blessing when I want to buzz into Target real quick and she refuses to sit in the cart, but instead wants to walk. What should have taken a measley 5 minutes, ended up being a 20 minute adventure of sorts. The child meandered her way through the store (she usually runs everywhere) and then decided it would be fun to take every stinkin thing within her reach off of the shelves and place them elsewhere. Let me also add to this that Olivia has become quite the pro at dropping to the ground and going dead weight (real fun when you are 7 months and 2 days pregnant, carrying a purse on one arm and holding the convenient red Target basket with the hand that is not pulling Olivia's arm out of it's socket in an attempt to stand her back up). Oh, it gets better. She then decides (while sitting in the middle of the aisle) that it is a good time for a nap, looks at me, says "night night" and lays on her tummy. At that point in the game I had become extrememly amused and just started laughing. Olivia took advantage of this momentary lapse in judegement, stood up and took off running through the girls clothes section. Being 7months and 2 days pregnant AND it being the end of the day, I was in no shape to run after her. After at least 2 passes through that particular section of the store and pulling socks off the hooks as she ran through, I finally put the kabash on the shenanigans and carried her to the check-out with her saying "down" the entire time.
By the way I am now 7 months and 2 days pregnant (in case you didn't know). Things are going well and I am measuring two weeks ahead of schedule. I am coming up on the home stretch and am very ready to be DONE!
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