Holy Fiery Temper!!!

Oh my goodness--my usually very sweet and easy going little girl previewed the terrible two's today. I swear, if you just looked at this child wrong this morning she immediately fell to the floor in a full fit. She is on her back, kicking her legs, flailing her arms, screaming and crying, and rolling all over the place. The first time was in the waiting room at the Doctors office; then, on the FLOOR in the PUBLIC bathroom at the clinic (you all know my disgust over this) and then when we got home again. The first couple lasted about 15 minutes each but, at home she went on and on for about 45 minutes. Why did she pitch these fits, I'll tell you--1. she was not allowed to destroy the paperwork I just filled out for her 18 month check up, 2. I told her "no" very sternly when she was playing with the trash can in the bathroom, and 3. I gave her a few pieces of Valentine Candy corn and I put the pieces on the table instead of in her hand. Ay yi yi!


On another note, she had her 18 month appt. today. She was 33.5" tall (95%ile) and 26.4 lbs (74 %ile). Dr.'s only concern was Lauren's best friend, the pacifier.

She CAN talk!

Note about the video. This was breakfast, we had both been up for about 30 minutes--this explains her fabulous hair.

I have, for the last six months, been anxiously watching L's language. It just really didn't seem she was ever going to talk or at least in a timely manner. Some of you know my worry over this already. Of course I know that every child's development is different but, after having chatty W who was talking in two word phrases from about 14 month on with a steady progression to sentences, L's expressive language was looking a little dismal. Notably as compared to her receptive language. Well, HALLELUJAH--The girl can talk. More and more words have been trickling into her vocabulary--duck, mama, meow, dog, Zoe, this?, no, more are some the the words that are regularly occurring.

Pitifully Funny

Poor, poor W has had a hard few days. But, he says the funniest things at his most pitiful moments.
The first terrible thing was an accident involving that very sensitive part that comes with the Y chromosome. W has this thing about making sure he goes to the bathroom before me in the morning--I don't know why. That is a battle I choose not to have. So W goes to the potty and then I hear this terrible scream. Yes, what you are imagining happened--The toilet seat closed, well slammed, on his penis. All poor W could say is "Why that do that to me?, Why that do that to me?"
Next, W has always had a little bit of separation anxiety when we may be apart. I have taken many a shower with W standing there holding the shower curtain open to make sure I don't escape from the secret door in there, or something. I don't usually let him in the bathroom anymore; he big enough to be on his own. This morning he thought otherwise and screamed outside the door "Mama, let me in there please; Pleeeease, Mama, Let me in". Okay so finally I open the door and he falls to floor saying "you really hurt my feeling mommy"--5 times. This is my future Oscar winner.
Lastly, as some of you know W has been sick these last few days. Tonight we went to urgent care to confirm that he had strep and get the antibiotic. The Dr. wanted to test for mono in addition to strep. The mono test requires a little finger prick and some blood. So, after the finger prick, W keeps saying repeatedly "why he put a hole in my finger? he going to put my hole back?" I assured him it will heal. Then it was "why he take my blood? he going to put it back?" This was a thirty minute conversation. He was genuinely concerned that he wasn't going to have enough blood anymore and that he would permanently have a hole in his finger.

We love Play-Doh

I know Play-Doh is one of those things parents have a love/hate relationship with. But, we love Play-Doh. There are just so many educational things disguised as fun to do. It was a huge success for L--it was her first time. Suprisingly, the Play-Doh did not end up in her mouth. She just squeezed it and broke it. I helped her make some shapes. All in all, she was very interested. W really liked making long, spaghetti like strings of play-doh.

Make a Smilebox greeting

Shades of W

W got his first tie (he is soo... cute wearing it, If I do say so) and L wanted to wear the tie. She wore it very proudly. She also carried around her "briefcase" while wearing the tie. The image of her walking around with her "briefcase" sent my memories back to W when he was about her age dragging his "briefcase" around our house in Columbus, MS. W pulled that box behind him for lap after lap around the circle. And so, the video follows.