Tuesday, January 20, 2009

My baby's not a baby anymore and other happenings...

You'd think I'd realize by child #4 that when a child hits 17 months old that they are officially a toddler. Ellie's always been 'the baby'.

"Pick up your toys or the baby will eat them"
"As soon as the baby wakes up we'll go and do so and so.."

Today, I officially declare that Ellie is no longer a baby, she is a toddler and a BUSY one!

This past week she had done the following:

  • Climbed to the top of the boys' bunk beds several times and tried to launch herself off the top bunk
  • Taken several showers by herself, just happy as a clam playing with toys
  • Climbed onto the toilet and tried to shimmy on to the sink
  • Climbs the outside of the stairs -(no doubt learned from older siblings who climb the outside of the stairs and hang off the stair spindles)
  • Climbs from the chair onto the table and proceeds to THROW everything off the counter - bananas, beverages, tomatoes
  • Loves to put on lip gloss - on the floor, her face, anything in front of her
  • Gets a cup and lid out of the designated drawer and hands it to me (and my cue to get her a drink)
  • Can open any drawer and throws the entire contents onto the ground with a squeal of delight

This, is her new thing...she can be found going into the pantry at any time during the day and doing this...


Notice the OREO cookies that she will open herself..and her blue eyes...Grandpa Ryder, you should be proud.

In other happenings this past week...

Wonder dog has terrorized several people - apparently she's wanting to test her shock collar limits outside. The low point was when the dry cleaning man called me from his van outside our house yesterday asking to put the dog away.

Lots of sick people with the flu. Always a fun weekend when each evening another person bites the dust with throw up. My personal favorite, when McKell was sitting next to me and tells me her tummy hurts and then does the gross burp where you know something bad will happen, as I'm telling Randy to throw me a towel, she throws up in my lap.

Wondering why on earth I fix any sort of meal. I HATE that the kids try to snack all day, and that my pantry door is a revolving one - I can't lock it - and are at this moment coming in the house with orange soda (and subsequently yelling at wonder dog to stay outside or "I shock you really hard" says McKell...such violent words, surely not learned from her mother) and telling me they want to eat something and then say they have stomach aches...hmm.. crackers, beef jerky, stale sandwiches from lunch...I wonder. Maybe you should wonder about my mothering skills because sometimes I just don't care and let them eat because at least they aren't fighting or arguing with me about doing homework, picking up, etc. Let's face it, I'm a broken lady by 4:45 pm. A frazzled, broken lady.

On another note, I just made a very fabulous brownie pudding - like a big, yummy chocolate molten lava cake that we will have for dessert (and my breakfast tomorrow) with ice cream and a mixed berry sauce - yum.

Time to roll up the sleeves and rally the troops. We must focus for the next two hours.

4 comments:

Brooke said...

Look at how big Ellie is...her hair has grown so much and oh my, those blue eyes are beautiful!! Love the pictures of her with the oreos! It's been way to long since we last got together! The time after school until the kid's bedtime is nothing short of chaos. I call it the 'witching hour' at my house...my entire day is spent preparing for that time of day and in trying (trying being the key word) to gear up to be as organized and put together as possible. Still working on it...

Brigitta said...

I found you through my friend Shawni's blog. So good to see you and your family. You have four kids? We had our fourth and final boy last April. life is good, but busy. So fun to see you and your cute family.

Shawni said...

Hey I just wanted to say hi and thanks for saying hi on my blog. Isn't it a small world in this blogging world? Now I just noticed Brigitta left a comment here too. Really small world. Anyway, I think I need that brownie pudding recipe and thank you for reiterating the fact that we won't ever have a dog (in that next post). ha ha.

Kristen said...

We broken ladies need to stick together!! I can't get over how big Ellie is, even though I see her all the time, it still amazes me.