TuTu Much

My little lady by her own choice was donning her ladybug costume yesterday, complete with tu-tu.  This tu-tu fascinated her plenty.  During a conversation with the cat, who was an easy target being lazy on Bailey's bench, Bailey decided the cat would also look fabulous in a tu-tu, even with saying, "you need a tu-tu too".  This is when Mommy glanced over to see that Bailey had fetched a pair of Mommy's yellow underwear out of the fresh laundry and had placed them on the cat's backside.  She kept saying to the cat, who didn't look all that amused, "there, there's your tu-tu.  Do you like that tu-tu?"  The cat let her know how much she liked it by leaving the scene before any pictures could be taken, but at least we have the memory.

An Afternoon Serenade

Lately, our Tuesday 'Scope ritual has been a little random.  We've still been going, but not necessarily on Tuesdays.  Last week, Daddy had a lunch meeting on Tuesday, so Bailey and I decided to go another day, choosing Thursday instead.  While there, we spent some time in the toddler room with a couple younger children, wowing the two other adults in there with Bailey's active behavior, speaking skills, and most importantly, she was entertaining them with her singing abilities.  This may seem impossible to those whose ears do not find my singing all that satisfying, but Miss Bailey's talent is accompanied by her ability to write her own lyrics.  She has been doing this for quite a long time, and she randomly just sings, without any rhyme or reason.  She sings about laundry, she sings about dogs, she sings about singing, she sings about defiance.  She literally moves to her own tune.

Last Thursday, she sang a whole musical score.  For at least fifteen minutes, with an audience of three adults, and three other toddlers, Bailey sang about everything from handprints, babies, bumblebees, to slides and jumping, to things only she understood.  The bee song, which I was especially fond of, went something like this: Look, it's a bee, a bumblebee! Oh no, the bee, the bee is on the wall, the bee could sting you, but that's okay.  Oh no, don't eat the bee.  Eat, eat the bee.  Is the bee good?  I didn't catch all of the lyrics, but those I did catch. 

The kid has talent, yeah?

Notes to Self

Sometimes, I don't have all the time I require to be able to share the things I find of the utmost importance.  I know that must be so surprising to any of you reading this.  Does anyone have the time?  The idea of allowing time to get away from me always puts me into anxiety-attack mode.  I also despise time slipping past me, so I take lots and lots of notes on any piece of paper I can find (I'm sure the cable people LOVE reading my notes too).  At times, I think these little pieces of paper are what gets me through life.  They're constant presents too, as I re-discover a lost piece every now and then.  The task then, as I discover these things, or think of them all of a sudden, is to then make the time to share them with someone else, which occasionally is a challenge, but I do love a good challenge.  So, while I may have an incredible memory that baffles my dear husband constantly, it's not perfect, and I do rely on notes too.  With all this typed, more blog entries are coming, and the milestones on Bailey's website are updated for this month.

Cut Throat Revenge

Today (as in Friday) we spent several hours inside Wonderscope, since Tuesday was far too cold.  While in Wonderscope, we spent some time in "The Doctor Room" and Bailey made me lay down on the hospital bed as she inspected my fearful body.  During the exam, she used the toy scissors in her medical kit to cut my hair, because apparently that was part of my physical.  She couldn't just pretend to cut, no, she felt the need to pull out hairs with the scissors, viciously might I add.  I swear, she's getting even for last Thursday.

Conversations from the Tea Room

My Bailey is just loving her kitchen.  Along with her kitchen, she is getting much use out of her chair and table set.  For the last three days, a chair has been occupied by our doll, Molly (from the Big Comfy Couch fame, yet a show long since over).  During Bailey and Molly's first sit-down tea, I heard Bailey exclaim, "oh no! There's a spider in your hair.  I'll get it.  See, it's gone now."  Of course, I jumped about three feet and asked about it,  Bailey telling me "that's so silly.  hahahahahaha."  I never did find out if there really was a spider, or if she was teasing, or pretending or what, but she kind of gave me this look that stated, "do you mind, we're trying to drink tea here."

When Bailey makes tea, it has to have two wafers and two chocolate pieces inside the tea pot.  Today, she only could drink tea if she was wearing a Russian hat paired with a purple feather boa.  Molly does not share in Bailey's fashion sense and she prefers cupcakes over cookies.  Bailey's tastes in desserts vary with her mood.

I'm sure I'll have more conversations to share later, but when Bailey was looking for something in her kitchen the other day, she said, "now where did Daddy put that...."

Oh, well, I must go now.  Apparently it's my turn for tea.  Bailey told me so.

Cutting Edge...and America's Funniest Video...if indeed on video

Thursday had a few bangs in it, mostly on Bailey's forehead.  She now officially has bangs.  Getting to that point though was quite the struggle.  For Bailey's first hair cut, I took her to a salon for children appropriately named, "Shear Madness."  That name describes the time I spent there rather perfectly as my daughter was tortured excruciatingly, well, according to her version.  I now know one of the secret tactics the CIA uses to make people talk.  They just try to cut the suspect's hair. 

If I had videotaped this experience, which I didn't, but if I had, you would have witnessed my daughter screaming, "NEVER, NEVER, NEVER!" and "OW THAT HURTS" and "Let's go to Bailey's red car, let's go, Mommy," among other hilarious dramatic phrases.  This was not Bailey's most favorite activity, as easily predicted by Mommy.  It's no wonder I'd put it off for so long.  It's also not a surprise that as much as Daddy thought it was time for Bailey's first haircut, he was shockingly not present for it.  Trust me though, he's heard stories, over and over again.

After that haircut,thank goodness ice cream is the cure-all for everything.

The salon was absolutely fantastic though.  It had the car seats, just like I had dreamt of, and they had televisions with the movie of your child's choice to watch.  It would've helped if Bailey had been a bit more quiet, then we could've listened to the movie she chose, a Dora and Diego one, but she too busy screaming to the point I could see her tonsils with ease.  There's also a waiting room play area, and a boutique with educational toys, among other nifty things.   The girl who cut my Bailey's hair was an angel of mercy.  Granted, I had to hold Bailey down and pin her arms while she held onto the scissors and did her evil bidding, but she actually made it look easy.  We tipped her well and Bailey never wants to see her face again.  It was worth every penny, and although her hair isn't all that different, it finally looks a little bit more organized with the bangs.  The back was also slightly trimmed, but still ever so curly.  We paid for the Baby's first Haircut package, so they took a before and after photo and put them on a certificate with a lock of Bailey's hair.  Bailey actually appreciates her souvenir and lets me know frequently that it belongs to HER and not me.

 

I really wish I had brought the video camera and put it on the tripod or something.  It would've been worth thousands. 

The Half-Birthday and other missing entries

I know, I know.  I've been awful at keeping up Miss Bailey's blog.  I have been recording her milestones religiously though on her webpage, so I deserve at least a little applause.  Ha.  Today, we celebrated Bailey's two and a half year birthday.  It wasn't a big production, but we did make a cake, which she later helped herself to in the manner of serving herself a piece on a plate, using her hands as a cake knife.

We've also been busy remodeling the kitchen, a blog entry soon to come, maybe.  We are all healthy again (currently knocking on wood) and I finally have updated her website with photos.  The December folder is full of captioned photos now, and a few more photos were added this week.  January's album has also obviously been updated.

More entries to come...and maybe even pictures too.

 

Well, that's one way to bring in the new year...

I wrote an entry pertaining to some of this same information which you are about to read a couple days ago, but in the current chaos, I never actually hit, "save," which is strangely enough, quite important.  Oops.

 

Anyway, my Bailey is sick.  My Bailey has puked more in the past week than Nicole Richie has in the past year, and well, that's probably a lot.  And just when she hadn't puked enough, she has also managed to puke on her father in a Target store, Mommy perplexing the cashier by asking for paper towels and mentioning the need for a mop.  The cashier just couldn't understand why.

Puke, puke, puke, and more puke.  See, you shouldn't have wondered what we've been up to.

All three of us now have had this, starting with Daddy.  However, it's been a less than 24 hour condition for the two parents, but poor Bailey, she just won't let it go.  I thought she was better today, but right after I left for work, she decided to prove otherwise just for her Daddy.  We are keeping her well hydrated though, so don't worry too much.

 

As soon as my Bailey is better though, perhaps we can re-celebrate the New Year in style since we haven't gotten to yet.  New Year's Eve, somebody was busy vomiting, and she hadn't even had alcohol.  So, please think of us as we wait for a new New Year's Day. 

At least there's the Chinese New Year.