Hearing grown-up expressions coming out of my toddler's mouth is always hilarious to me for some reason. Not the embarrassing stuff she repeats, but the everyday phrases she interprets in her own ways.
Today, Allie woke up saying, "Mama, there's a problem! Mama, you have to come!"
She didn't sound distressed, so I wasn't worried. I went upstairs, cracked open her door and peeked in. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I asked what the problem was. Then I noticed she was naked.
"I can't get my foot in my jammas, Mama."
Sigh. Smile. "That's ok, baby. It's time to get dressed anyway..."
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
My baby is growing up!
This weekend's naps were big on entertainment, but way short on sleeping.
Saturday, I was doing things in the kitchen, listening to her "read" books from memory in her crib for an hour. Then it got quiet and I said to Mark, whew I think she finally fell asleep. I went outside and Mark went into his office. I hadn’t even gotten to the garden yet when he yells out the window for me to come in for a second. He had just sat down at his desk when something caught the corner of his eye. He looked over, and there was Allie sitting at the bottom of the steps.
"Hi Daddy," she said. "I just wanted to come downstairs."
Sunday, I came into my office after I put her down. A few minutes later, I heard little feet running back and forth upstairs. After 10 minutes, I figured I should go tell her to get back in bed. As I got to the top of the stairs, I could see her waiting for me, outlined in the darkness.
"What are you doing out of bed...and, oh God, where are your pants?"
"I had to go potty, Mama."
I went into the bathroom with my half naked child to find that she had taken her stuffed animals from her bed, arranged them around her potty, taken off her pants and diaper, and - indeed - made weewee, all by herself. And tried to wipe herself - not with the wipes that she couldn't reach. With the toilet paper. Yards of it. Draped in, over and around the toilet, wicking the water out and making a soggy mess everywhere.
I hugged her and laughed so hard for 10 minutes I almost peed myself. And not in the potty!
My only regret is not thinking to take a picture.
Saturday, I was doing things in the kitchen, listening to her "read" books from memory in her crib for an hour. Then it got quiet and I said to Mark, whew I think she finally fell asleep. I went outside and Mark went into his office. I hadn’t even gotten to the garden yet when he yells out the window for me to come in for a second. He had just sat down at his desk when something caught the corner of his eye. He looked over, and there was Allie sitting at the bottom of the steps.
"Hi Daddy," she said. "I just wanted to come downstairs."
Sunday, I came into my office after I put her down. A few minutes later, I heard little feet running back and forth upstairs. After 10 minutes, I figured I should go tell her to get back in bed. As I got to the top of the stairs, I could see her waiting for me, outlined in the darkness.
"What are you doing out of bed...and, oh God, where are your pants?"
"I had to go potty, Mama."
I went into the bathroom with my half naked child to find that she had taken her stuffed animals from her bed, arranged them around her potty, taken off her pants and diaper, and - indeed - made weewee, all by herself. And tried to wipe herself - not with the wipes that she couldn't reach. With the toilet paper. Yards of it. Draped in, over and around the toilet, wicking the water out and making a soggy mess everywhere.
I hugged her and laughed so hard for 10 minutes I almost peed myself. And not in the potty!
My only regret is not thinking to take a picture.
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