Hiding Bodies

When hiding bodies, it's best to make sure they're not still moving.

 

Somehow, the cat ended up in the hutch tonight.  Fingers and paws are being pointed towards Bailey.  It was slightly humorous witnessing paws trying to open the hutch doors from the inside and hearing faint little meows.  Bailey got the most laughs out of the ordeal.  Aerial had none.

 

 

No one was laughing later when Bailey found a pen to poke her nose with. It was brief, but bloody. Mommy was a little more than freaked out especially since she's already working on a limited capacity due to just having had her wisdom teeth removed the day prior.  It only initially fazed Bailey, regardless of the continuous bleeding.  She was having a fit of giggles (okay, some laughing did occur, but only from Bailey) as Mommy was trying to clean up her face and stop the fountain of red.  Bailey didn't really notice.  However, Mommy is still recovering.

 

Who knew parenthood was so adventurous?

Sweeping the Clouds Away

We found our way to Sesame Street today.  Bailey slept until two minutes before the show actually started.  Perfect timing.  She awoke a little distraught, but interested.  Then the lights went out (and not in Georgia) and then came Bert and Ernie.  Suddenly, she was excited, sitting in her fourth row on Daddy's lap.  Her facial expressions changed and she immediately got into the production. 

 

But when Cookie Monster came out, now that was when the big smiles really took over.  She wanted him the entire show.  He was the ONLY thing she wanted.  Unfortunately, she couldn't have him as a souvenir. Anytime he'd make an appearance, she'd lunge forward in Daddy's arms, standing on his lap, trying to go after him.  A couple times, she even offered him her cookies from afar (cookies for Bailey are biter biscuits and wagon wheels).

 

She clapped and she sang.  When they did an alternative to Old MacDonald Had a Farm (Old MacDonald had a lunch) she said, "cow."  She did her "E-I-E-I-O" too.  She yelled "YAY" and she did her "oooh" comments.  She may have even said "wow" once or twice.  She behaved so marvelously.  We knew she'd enjoy herself, but we had no idea she would to this extreme.  It was such a splendid experience sitting next to this bundle of amazement.

 

We saw Cookie Monster do the river dance with sheep in kilts, and we heard a new version of "I Need a Hero," a song she loves from Shrek 2.  She loved the lights during "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" and she liked the various kinds of light sticks the children around us had.  And she really liked Lady K, at least she seemed to.  She said "K" a lot after that.

 

Never would we have expected her to sit through the fifteen minute intermission peacefully and still, but she pretty much did just that.  She stood on the floor between our feet and moved a bit, but she didn't try to stray, which is unusual indeed.  She saw the Elmo balloons (which cost $8.00).  We expected to be suckered into purchasing one, like every other parent in the audience.  But, the opposite occurred.  She never requested one.  She just observed.  Her eyes lived vicariously through the other children, and never asked for one.  She didn't even say "balloon" or "what's that?" to any of the over-priced commercialized products.  She just ate her snacks with class and took everything in.  She was quite possibly the best-behaved child there.

 

I almost feel guilty for not buying her anything there, but the only thing she truly wanted was Cookie Monster, the live version, and we couldn't get her that.  The experience was memorable.  It was serene.

The Fifth

Daddy had the Fifth Element on (it was on TNT, so he was claiming it was the annoyingly edited version) and there's this big action sequence with guns and fighting (yeah, I'm really ruining it for you).  Our daughter, who was running about the living room halts in order to clap at the television screen.  "YAY!"

 

It was a little disconcerting to hear from her father as this movie was going on, "Hey, this is Bailey's favorite part."  Apparently, while I'm out, they watch this movie together.

Learning parenting skills early

Bailey's learning how to handle a baby quite well.  She has her doll right now and she holds her baby by her neck or ears.

 

And when she's not doing that, she's trying to throw her at us or shove her into a couch crevice.

 

She's going to make a fine babysitter some day.

A kink in the routine

Bailey, nor her Mommy, likes change very much.  Today, while at the Y, our swimming ritual was different because the family dressing rooms were occupied, therefore, we had to use the regular changing area.  This confused Bailey tremendously, because we walk through the women's locker room to the pool area and then go to our family room to change, at least normally we do.  So, then we had to go back to the locker room.  When Bailey enters the locker room from the pool, this typically means we're exiting, so she knows exactly the path to get to the door.  Well, we turn instead and get dressed and I tell her, "let's go to swim."  Well, in the locker room, she's used to then going to the exit door, not the pool.  It was difficult to explain to her we needed to go the other way.  With hands full of our luggage, I scooped her up and dragged her kicking body to the right door.

 

We got out the pool and she was angry that we weren't going into the family changing room.  She then threw herself down on the pavement to exhibit that frustration.  Luckily, my hands were full.  So, I throw our stuff down in a fury and try to be patient with her and lead her to the pool.  For the first time ever, she was throwing a fit and yelling as we were going into the water.  Our audience probably thought she hated the water.  Oh no, that's not it at all.

 

Finally, she started to adjust and we spent some time in the water.  She observed the other children, and even tried swimming with her arms.  She was doing fabulous, and then suddenly, she was ready to go.  And so the fit-throwing begins again.

 

Well, right as we're gathering a billions of belongings, another family steals our changing room, so back to the women's locker room we go.  Bailey was NOT a happy camper about this.  In fact, she decided if we can't go into the changing room, she wants to go to the exercise floor.  She then started throwing a massive fit again, and of course, my arms were full.  This was embarrassing for me, mostly, because I had to bend over in my wet swimsuit in front of a pool side of viewers to grab my temperamental vixen.

 

Kicking and screaming AGAIN, we go into the locker room and to our stall to change, the stall with a changing table.  She didn't mind that stall the first time because it flushes (and she proved it eight times before) and flushed it this time too.  She also wanted to crawl under the door.  She found a green bead.  How does she see these things?  I ended up taking it from her and putting it in the toilet, which she was willing to go after, until I flushed it.

 

Okay, so we get dressed, which took forever, and headed out.  Normally, she's great at finding our doors either direction.  Today, our routine was different, so she wanted to go to the pool doors.  I finally redirected the correct way and we left.

 

Then she threw a fit for part of the journey home, but at least then, she wasn't kicking on the pavement, and I wasn't in a wet swimsuit.

An Efficient Method

Bailey and I headed out around 11:30 today and dropped off a cake at Daddy's office.  (Mommy had made it, Daddy forgot to take it, and Mommy didn't want to be tempted to eat it).

We then took Daddy out for lunch where Bailey showed off and made faces and ate Mommy's bread.  She has been really giggly and full of smiles today.  I love that.  Everybody loves that.

After buying a much-needed humidifier at Target and some water-friendly balls for the pool, Bailey and I went swimming at the Y.  We try to do this at least twice a week and I wish I could take photos for you, but that's just not going to happen.  She has such a fabulous time though, giggling, splashing, and attempting to swim.

On the way home, swimming must have brought out the child's appetite.  She had already eaten a biter biscuit, and thought she needed another one too.  It was still in its wrapper, but that didn't stop her.  I was watching her from the mirror as she was trying to use her teeth.  I tried reaching back to take it from her and open it myself, but avoidance was pretty easy on her part.  She got the package opened successfully, all on her own, and chowed down on that.  I am constantly impressed by her persistence.

 About four minutes from our house, she fell asleep and stayed that way for a really long time.  She missed a fantastic opportunity to go play outside, which was sort of disappointing to me, since the weather was so lovely.

But there's always another beautiful day...

HOUSTON! We have pictures!

Okay, so after waiting impatiently for 14 business days, I finally called JCPenney's to ask where my online images were.  (You can pay extra to have the pictures e-mailed to you so you can share them online legally.)

The call produced results, so check them out.

 

That was a teaser.  You'll have to see the rest of them on her site.