There was a little snow on the ground when Isla was born. The next year, I think we had an inch or so of snow but Isla was sick so I didn't take her out in it. Last year we has one little dusting--it wasn't even enough to make her bundle up to go out in.
Yesterday she got to play in the snow! We got around 5 inches maybe? It blew so much it was hard to tell. We were under a blizzard warning Christmas night so she didn't get to stay with my parents like we'd planned. Instead she got snow!
A four year old, a baby, and working with the foster care system. How many feet will we end up with?
Thursday, December 27, 2012
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
Potty training
It's going better. She's starting to occasionally tell us when she needs to pee before she does it. But she'll still tell us no then go if we put her on the potty anyway. We're only wearing pull-ups at night and at school they use one for naptime. We tend to have about one accident a day. Hopefully things get better in the next few weeks before Disney. She's supposed to go to one of the childcare centers where they have to be potty trained.
Disagreeable day
Today's word of the day was disagreeable. And she'd argue with me every time I told her she was being so.
This morning she told me the sun was in her eyes, then "momma you have to share your glasses with me." Only I was wearing my prescription glasses, not sun glasses.
Tonight's stall tactic at bedtime--I heard her arguing with daddy about who was left off the "God bless" list. She was upset that Speckles wasnt included tonight.
This morning she told me the sun was in her eyes, then "momma you have to share your glasses with me." Only I was wearing my prescription glasses, not sun glasses.
Tonight's stall tactic at bedtime--I heard her arguing with daddy about who was left off the "God bless" list. She was upset that Speckles wasnt included tonight.
Monday, December 17, 2012
I know...
I wasn't the only momma who had trouble leaving their baby at school, daycare, a sitter's house, or wherever today. Isla didn't want me to leave either. But I knew if I kept her home today, I'd never let her go again. And we can't live in fear. Faith, not fear.
Monday, December 10, 2012
Are those jingle bells?
I was trying to get Isla to sleep tonight and singing Christmas carols. In the middle of Jingle Bells, I hear air escaping from her booty. I asked her if those were jingle bells, expecting her usual "I bo-bo'ed" answer. Instead she says "no, those were reindeer farts."
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