Hello?

Okay, I know it's now March and I haven't written in over a month and if I inherited any of my father's genes I'd be beating myself up right now for my lack of dedication. But I'm only two years old so give me a break. Sheesh.

Anyway, a bunch of cool stuff has happened over the past five weeks. Check it out.

I stopped crying when put to bed. I think I might have just been a little insecure about where my mom and dad went they left the room but it turns out they're right there looking out for me and now that I know that I know that I don't have to cry any more.

But now that I'm not crying anymore I've realized that I need a big girl's bed and I've been nagging my folks for days now to get me one. Hopefully this weekend!

I went on an awesome playdate with my friends A and A to the natural history museum downtown which was SUPER fun. We got to run around like maniacs and look at all the cool animals and we even saw a TRICERATOPS come out and walk around. I'm not kidding. A real dinosaur came out and walked out and we got to talk to him and everything. I promise to post pics tomorrow.

I did a bunch of other stuff like going up to Big Bear to play in the snow, heading over to Venice to dip my toes in the ocean and a lot of sitting inside because of the rain.

I think I like living in SoCal.

Sleepless Pt.2

So I know I promised myself and mom and dad that I would try my hardest to not get upset when it was time for sleep but it turned out to be a lot harder than I thought.

Just like last night, and all the nights before that I can remember, everything went according to plan. Dad picked me up from school, I got my ladybug lunchbox we drove home where mom had dinner waiting for us (and it was my favorite - gnocchi and peas!) After dinner we went upstairs and I had a nice bubble bath and sat on the potty and brushed my teeth and got dressed for bed. Dad and I read out three books and mom sang my songs.

But the second she put me in the crib I started to freak out. And freak out uncontrollably. I don't know if it was because I just wanted to look at her or if I wanted her to hold me or what but I did not want her to go. She told me that she had to go but that dad would be up in 10 minutes to check on me.

She told me she loved me and left the room.

And there I was. Alone in the dark. And I just started screaming and crying and wailing and I was just so sad. After what seemed like an eternity but what really must have been just 10 minutes, dad came in and picked me up and we sat in the chair and he gave me warm milk and it was good and it calmed me down. We rocked for a few minutes but when he put me back into the bed, I started to cry again. He told me he loved me and that he would be back in 10 minutes to check on me.

Well, I screamed for 10 minutes straight. Before I knew it, dad was back in the room carrying a blanket and a pillow. I desperately wanted him to pick me up but he said no, I was a big girl and needed to go to sleep. He was willing, however, to lie on the floor next to my crib so I knew he was a around.

It wasn't the best arrangement as far as I was concerned seeing as how I wanted him to hold me but I was able to look at him through the slats of my crib railing. And it was comforting to know he was right there.

And I fell asleep.

Sleepless

I've been having a little trouble going to bed the past few nights. The routine is pretty much the same. I eat dinner, go upstairs and get my clothes off, go sit on the potty, wash my hands, brush my teeth, get my nighttime diaper on, get my jammies on, Dad reads me 3 books then it's lights out and snuggle in the chair with Mom for some songs. All that goes fine. But when it's time for Mom to put me in my crib and say "goodnight I love you" I get really sad. I cry and scream and hold on to her so hard that she can't put me in my crib. Last night, when I wouldn't get in my crib, Mom put some blankets and my pillow on the floor and laid down there with me. I calmed down and almost fell asleep. But when she put me in my crib I got upset again. After a few minutes of crying for her to come back, Dad came in. He snuggled me in the chair and I cried and cried and cried. It was the hard kind of crying where it seems like you will never catch your breath. He got me calmed down and put me in bed with the promise that he would come back in 5 minutes. He kept his promise. I laid there quietly for 5 minutes with my hands behind my head. When he came back in he wasn't sure if I was asleep. He whispered, "are you ok?" I nodded. I wasn't REALLY ok, but I was comforted that Dad really came back. He promised to come back in 10 minutes. But the next thing I knew, it was morning and Mom came in to get me dressed.

I am gonna do my best to stay calm tonight, but I have to be honest. Snuggling in the chair with Mom is way better than laying in my crib.

Cock of the Walk

Just jumping on to leave a quick post.

We went to the park today. I got to wear my special dress that has my name on it.

And, I saw a rooster.

I also saw a red bird and a black cat and Mom says that if we lived in a David Lynch movie it would all mean something very important. But, we don't so it just means there are some crazy things in the park.

Nap? Who Needs a Stinking Nap?

I think that I might be having a little bit of difficulty get back into the swing of things, what with Christmas and New Years and MLK day all being back to back to back.

For example:

This morning I slept in which meant I had to take my waffle and ice water in the car with me so I could get to Room 5 on time and not make dad late for work. And it was a pretty good day, I played with my friends and built this pretty kick-a** tower that I showed my teachers but for some reason I just didn't want to nap. I laid there and I even closed my eyes but I just couldn't sleep. I don't know if I was excited about something but the sleepiness just never made its way to my eyes.

On the way home I started to feel it, though. Dad put on my favorite Alison Kraus playslist and I just sat there and listened and I just started to nod off when we got home which meant it was time for dinner. That kind of screwed things up because I was ready to sleep but first I had to eat and so I got pretty cranky when we got into the living room. But mom knows how to calm the situation and she took me outside to look at the squirrels but they were all asleep but that didn't matter because now I was feeling okay again.

I had my dinner of whole grain pasta and chicken and then went upstairs and undressed myself and sat on the potty (sorry, just a little pee. No poops!) and then got in the tub and took my bath.

Before I knew it, dad was reading me my books, mom was singing my songs and it was time for bed.

Not a moment too soon!

Duece for Two

In an effort to keep you all up to speed on my bathroom advances, I want to let you know that I pushed out another poopy tonight. Now I know I just did it the other night, but the big difference tonight was that I felt it coming. I may not have known I had to poop when I sat down on the potty but after a couple of minutes I felt that familiar rumbling deep within me, like a gathering thunder cloud on the horizon of my large intestine, a brown storm front moving in from off the coast.

I needed to alert mom.

"Mommy, my poopy's coming," I declared.

Mom nodded nicely but she didn't seem to really believe me. But I knew we were in for something spectacular so I bore down and started to push that poopy out and before I knew it, there it was! My poopy in the potty.

Mom cheered and called dad who came running and and they told me how great I was and since I like hearing how great I am I figured I should spend more time on the potty and show them what I could really do. It took mom and dad a couple of minutes to convince me that my business was complete and that there wasn't anything left inside of me that needed to get outside of me but just to be sure I sat for another couple of minutes.

They were right. It was done. Now I can't wait to eat my banana for breakfast. That's sure to make things interesting!

Milestones

***WARNING***
This post contains graphic pictures and descriptions of bodily functions that may only seem adorable to parents of toddlers or toddlers themselves.

OK OK OK. I know I am supposed to write everyday - thus the title "A Day in Her Life." But, come on, have you ever been a 2 1/4 year old? I mean, stuff happens. Lots of stuff happens and, well, I get busy and priorities are made, and well, all I can say is I will try to do better.

Speaking of stuff happening, it has. Oh, indeed stuff has happened.

First. I love to swing. I didn't always love it. In fact, I used to kind of hate it. But last week we were at the park and something came over me and I asked my mom to push me on the swing. She looked at me as if I asked her to give me a shot or a spoonful of caster oil. (I don't actually know what caster oil is, but my mom said the analogy would make sense to some of my readers.) Anywho, she obliged and picked me up and put me in the swing. There I was, sitting in this funny little rubber seat overlooking Lake Balboa and suddenly I was flying. It was the greatest thrill. So great that I wouldn't let Mom and Dad stop pushing me for almost, well, a really long time. They finally had to take me out of the swing to let some other kid have a turn. It was OK, though, because there were a bunch more swings on the other side of the playground and I got to swing a bunch more there. Since then, I have swung and swung and swung every chance I got. Including today when Mom and Dad took me out to Venice Beach. This is me flying through the air and, as you can see, I am really good at it.

Now, the swing isn't the only new seat I have mastered. Nope, I've been sitting on potty seat too. Now, you may recall that I wrote about the first time I peed in the potty back in December. Well that was last year! It's 2009, boys and girls and let me just say that the stuff hit the water today. Oh yes, I did it. I was just sitting there and all of a sudden...BAM...it just came right out bang zoom. I screamed to my Mom that "I did it!" She thought I meant that I went number 1, but I kept pointing to the potty and finally she looked. She screamed, she high fived me, and then she called Dad and told him to bring the camera. For your viewing pleasure, I give you my number one NUMBER TWO!

First I pooped.

Then I flushed.

Then I used the toilet brush because that's what my Dad does.

Then I washed my hands.

After that, I took a nap.