A Long Day

Yesterday, Bailey was up by 7am and thus we started our day.  The goal was to have everything accomplished and/or ready so there would be less stress for later.  This of course was not the case.  All it did instead was wear me out completely so when it was time to get out of the house, I had very little fight left in me, and she had more energy than eight litters of Energizer Bunnies.

Tuesday.  It was Tuesday yesterday which meant we were to have lunch with Daddy.  We finally managed to get there, had our lunch, talked about going to Wonderscope afterwards.  Then, after we parted ways, the little miss and I indeed headed to Wonderscope.

She has such a fabulous time there, she really does.  She really knows all of the rooms by heart now and while she explores her room of choice, I go about  cleaning them up.  It's a win-win.

There's one thing they ask you at Wonderscope, and that's to clean up after yourselves.  I guess a lot of families think that if they have to pay the $6 each for admission (keep in mind that we have a membership thanks to an awesome Christmas present) that they don't need to pick up anything.  So, most of these rooms then look like tornadoes had been present.  Luckily, I'm there to pick up everyone else's messes so I'm not annoying my own child.  I like to talk with her about the things we see, and we do that interaction, but it's nice to give her some of that time to herself too or to play with other children. 

She was well-behaved at the 'Scope and then we did some shopping, which never means that we buy anything, it just means we look.  I must have worn her out and she wanted to go to sleep in the car.  (She had briefly napped previously on the way to Daddy's office.)  We met up with Brooke towards late afternoon and she slept for two seconds until she realized she was in the presence of Brooke.  The idea of swimming was enough to keep her awake and she had a lot of fun in the water and decided herself when we were done.  We had dinner with Brooke and then went to Brooke's briefly so Bailey could visit with Brooke's dog, Scout.  (Correction: Torture Brooke's dog, Scout.)  Bailey enjoyed taking his toys and rawhide chew and unlike Kaitlin, he has no problem retrieving it right back from her, even if she gets knocked over (which she LOVED immensely).   After some time of rough play, we escaped before Bailey had the chance to break anything.  And trust me, she didn't want to leave.

We arrived home (around 8:30) and she decided she needed to play with our own dog.  I included some photos just for fun.

Adorable Anecdotes, Must reads

Okay, first off, I can't forget what Bailey said today, because it's hilarious.  We were at Target and they had this new line out of clothing with fairies on the pieces.  I asked Bailey if she knew what they were.  She then called it a "ladyfly."  For the rest of the time spent there, if she saw another fairy (like in the toy section) it too was deemed a "ladyfly."

And yesterday, Bailey was on her bed listening to music (like she's been doing a lot lately) and picked up her stuffed Cookie Monster and had him moving and told me, "Look.  Cookie's dancing.  Dance, Cookie."  Then, she picked up Elmo and he was dancing too. She had to talk about it too, so I knew exactly what was going on.  Bailey throws the best parties, obviously.

Quick to Judge

Earlier, I didn't have time to properly finish this anecdote, so I now will: 

 

I was showering and I heard the toilet lid open and I immediately scolded my daughter and then looked to see exactly what she was up to.  We have a yellow bucket she keeps her bath toys in and she was lifting it to the toilet.  Well, she was dumping the water out (since the toys aren't always dry when they go in)!  I wasn't sure what she was up to before that point, and then she turns around and here's all this water in it and I'm thinking "OH NO, this can't be good for the carpet," so I allow her to turn back around.   So I told her that was okay and she finished.

I guess not everything she does is bad.  :)

A swimming we will go...

So, we had plans to go swimming tonight.  It was a good evening for it, yeah?  We got Bailey and ourselves ready to go, sunscreen on, and off to the public pool we went.

Once there, we discovered something that disturbed us, foiled our plans even.  The pool was CLOSED.  No sign nothing, but no one was there.  We have yet to understand why.

Needless to explain, we had a very upset water baby with us.  She was not pleased to watch us drive away and head back to our driveway.

Then suddenly, an alternative idea struck us.  There was Pomona Lake nearby and off we went (and honestly, I don't really like swimming in lake water). 

Bailey had yet to nap today (and so it was a very long day as they usually are) so we fought to keep her awake as we made the 17 minutes drive.  She did not want to stay awake until she suddenly saw the beach, and then it surprisingly wasn't an issue any longer.

We didn't play in the water for long, which angered the shivering little duckie.  She cried and cried for a bit, and what was meant to be a saving grace almost turned into more trouble than it was worth, but we had a good time, and made it back home with plenty of time to hang out with the dog.

...The pool better be open next time though.

(And yeah, we'll call first.)

Open for business again

Bailey's site is no longer locked.  I did some minor updating finally.  I'd been waiting for a few people to see it, and then started a little on Tuesday, but finally tonight (this morning) I am somewhat satisfied. 

 

 As for those who think I have the world of time on my hands...it's 2:11am. 

 

Good night, good morning, and good luck with your endeavors.

She always knows what to say...

Bailey can be the sweetest child sometimes.  I wasn't in the best of moods today, so Bailey did her best to keep my chin up by reminding me, "You're okay, Mommy.  You're alright." 

 

The ultra-fabulous words of consoling?  When she told me I'm smart.  "You're smart, Mommy; Mommy's smart."

 

(As for anyone not being able to currently access her webpage, it should be open again tomorrow; maybe.)

The Joys of Teething

Tonight, Bailey stuck her toothbrush down the sink drain.  With the aid of a butter knife, it was retrieved, but then immediately disposed of in the trash.  Thank goodness I keep a spare.

I guess it's time to buy another spare...