Friday, April 23, 2010

Dirty hands, plugged noses, loads of gross fun

A couple of nights ago I went visiting teaching and left David with the kids. They were in bed and falling asleep (so I thought) by the time David arrived and I had to hurry out the door to make my appointment. When I got home, Emmett was crying in his crib, Liliana was calling out from her room, and David looked unhappy. I was greeted with a, "why me?" from David as I walked up the stairs. When I asked what happened he told me that the kids both decided not to go to sleep like they were supposed to. Emmett had fussed most of the time I was gone (only about 35 minutes) and Liliana had called out to him continually from her door. Wanting to see Liliana since she had gone to bed before David had made it home from work and church meetings, David let her out of her room for a few minutes. She told him that she wanted to sleep in our bed - which is strange because she hasn't slept in our bed or our room at all since she was less than 6 weeks old. For some reason David put her in our bed and told her to go to sleep. He closed the door and went to try and calm Emmett. After awhile, he heard Liliana running around in our room and went to check on her. When he opened the door, David saw Liliana behind our bed. She held up her hands to him and said, "My have poop on my hands." And sure enough, she did! Apparently she had loaded her diaper and decided to stick her hands down her pants to check it out (which she had never done before then and hasn't done since). David was not happy, to say the least - especially when he realized she had spread the poo on our quilt, too. By the time I got home, he had cleaned Liliana up and put her back in her bed, but he let me know that I was going to have to take care of the bedding - Thanks a lot, honey.

Last night Liliana was eating dinner very slowly. David and I both finished and got up to put away left overs and tidy the kitchen. I heard Liliana start giggling and making this weird sniffy-snorting noise. I asked her what she was doing and she said, "I eat my corn with my nose!" Sure enough, she had shoved some corn up one of her nostrils. I have no idea where she got the idea to do it, but she did! David held her other nostril shut and told her to blow hard. The corn came out and we both struggled so hard to hold back the laughter. Oh, the joys of parenting a two year old!

On a not-gross note, the ladies in the daycare center at my gym are crazy about Emmett. They say he is always smiling and that he laughs about almost anything. I weighed him with our bathroom scale yesterday (which so far has been within a few tenths of a pound of what the doctor's office weighs my kids at) and he weighed 24.5 pounds. Granted, he was wearing a slightly wet diaper, so maybe he's just 24 pounds, but that's still ridiculously huge for a 5 month old! We had to get a new car seat because he was too tall for the infant one that is supposed to fit about 97% of one-year-olds! What can I say, I have little baby monsters - one is a monster in size and the other is a monster in behavior, but I love them all the same. They definitely make life a joy - even with all the craziness!

Thursday, April 15, 2010

Roll-y poly

Emmett started rolling from his back to his front last week (Tuesday, April 6th), but he still only goes to the right and won't even try to roll the other direction. Today at one of his nap times, he was getting really cranky and fussy, rather than falling asleep. After several minutes, he was suddenly quite. I went and peaked in his room and found he had rolled himself onto his tummy and immediately fallen asleep with his head resting on his folded arms. I kept checking on him to make sure he wasn't smothering himself, but he was sleeping so great that I didn't want to roll him back. Besides, he'd probably wake up, fuss some more, and then roll back onto his tummy. Liliana became a tummy sleeper when she started rolling over too. I'd always lay her on her back, but she wouldn't stay that way. I guess it runs in the family!

Today when we were leaving the gym, Liliana didn't want to settle down and get into her car seat. I finally got her buckled in and she said she wanted a treat (animal crackers or an occasional cereal bar I keep on hand for her when we're running around and she gets a bit hungry). I told her that she didn't get a treat because she wasn't doing what mommy asked her to do, but that if she was a good girl she could earn her treat back after lunch. She started whining and I asked her, "Do you want to be a good girl and get your treat after lunch, or do you want to be naughty and go straight to bed when we get home?"
She answered with, "I want to go to California!" (Apparently she'd rather go visit family than be a good girl for mommy - see previous post)
I asked, "What are you going to do in California? Are you going to visit Great-grandma and grandpa?"
"Yes. And go swimming." That little girl has a good memory because we haven't been to CA since last summer - when she was only 18 months old!

Friday, April 2, 2010

Movin' Out

Today Liliana was being a trouble maker. I told her, "You can either be a good girl or you can go straight to bed and take a nap."

She responded with, "I want to go to Utah!"

I asked her, "Are you going to live with Auntie Ney?"

"Yes. And Kaden and Daxton!" Then she asked to call Renee on the phone. Aunt Renee was pretty excited about the idea of having Liliana come live with her, so Liliana left that phone conversation encouraged about her plan. Later, when I put Liliana down for a nap, she emptied the entire contents of her dresser onto the floor. I am guessing that she was preparing for her move, though she did not admit to it.

Liliana may end up trading places with my nephew, Daxton. Renee said she had to run after him as he went down the road on his scooter the other day, and when she caught up to him and asked him where he was going, he answered, "Seattle." These kids crack me up!