It has been pretty amazing to see how our little girl is growing up this week. First, I really think she is having a growth spurt as she is eating us out of house and home. For breakfast, she had 2 pieces of toast, an egg, a slice of cantaloupe and a serving of beans THE SIZE OF HER DADS.
But the talking, the talking is moving right along. Today we took a jog up to the starbucks, where I bought her a chocolate milk. She has never had chocolate milk before, so when she tasted it she said, "it is ice cream." I told her "No, it is chocolate milk." She pondered that then repeated it over and over again to be sure she was able to retain it. When we got home, my hands were full because we also went to the grocery store and bought some milk and things. My phone was on the step and she told me " I get your phone." I was a little taken aback because she conjugated a verb correctly. Mind you, she did leave out a word, but I still thought that was pretty cool.
She is also pretty good at her colors. She still answers that everything is orange, but she does it to be funny. I asked her at the park today "What color is that dog?" "ORANGE" "No, that dog isn't orange. What color is that dog?" "Black"
Daddy is the bomb. I can't say I am too jealous. It is a bit of a burden when you are soothing a toddler and change her diaper and right about the time she is about to nod back off to sleep, she starts asking for daddy.
Daddy's are cool though. They aren't around as much as moms. They don't have to disciple. I do enjoy Mr. T.'s new found popularity. My belly is getting bigger and bigger, and it hurts to be bending over and picking up a small child all the time. It hurts to get kicked in the belly. My tummy is sore at the end of the day. This new found love for all things daddy gives me a little break to put my feet up and do some studying.
But the talking, the talking is moving right along. Today we took a jog up to the starbucks, where I bought her a chocolate milk. She has never had chocolate milk before, so when she tasted it she said, "it is ice cream." I told her "No, it is chocolate milk." She pondered that then repeated it over and over again to be sure she was able to retain it. When we got home, my hands were full because we also went to the grocery store and bought some milk and things. My phone was on the step and she told me " I get your phone." I was a little taken aback because she conjugated a verb correctly. Mind you, she did leave out a word, but I still thought that was pretty cool.
She is also pretty good at her colors. She still answers that everything is orange, but she does it to be funny. I asked her at the park today "What color is that dog?" "ORANGE" "No, that dog isn't orange. What color is that dog?" "Black"
Daddy is the bomb. I can't say I am too jealous. It is a bit of a burden when you are soothing a toddler and change her diaper and right about the time she is about to nod back off to sleep, she starts asking for daddy.
Daddy's are cool though. They aren't around as much as moms. They don't have to disciple. I do enjoy Mr. T.'s new found popularity. My belly is getting bigger and bigger, and it hurts to be bending over and picking up a small child all the time. It hurts to get kicked in the belly. My tummy is sore at the end of the day. This new found love for all things daddy gives me a little break to put my feet up and do some studying.
I was going to blog about how peanut's attitude has really changed for the better and how we are having less breakdowns and how i really think getting lots of sleep is helping her, but there is no reason to do that now. She had a major melt down when she saw the park this afternoon. And another one when we left the park. I am a mean mom though. I laugh through them because she is so ridiculous. It doesn't help for me to laugh. I think it might make matters worse, but i can't help it. She looks so stupid throwing herself down and screaming or running through the house howling with her hands up in the air.
But, in her defense, her sleep was crap yesterday and so was her nap today. It is almost 8 and I still hear her in there, so I bet I am up for more of the same tomorrow.
These pictures are from grandparent's day at Peanut's school. The little boy on my dad's lap is her BFF Michael. She loves him. I don't blame her. He is super cute and super sweet.
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