I think I'd rather just have the Chicken Pox than just have a few bumps. But again, I don't know how this vaccine works. Wikipedia...here I come! Or actually, I'll probably just wait for Audrey and other informed readers to comment and give me some sources.
Sorry Bubby but this is all I got! I'm sure Erin is proud. I know she did pretty well, but am not sure exactly how she did. The results weren't official when we left but I think this picture pretty much sums it up! Congrats Brecca! You are too cute!
So, leave a comment giving me some ideas for some cute boy shirts and I'll draw a name out of a hat at the end of the week! Thanks for reading!
- As soon as I take away the "trap", Tylee walks right to the dog food bowl. She used to just sit and eat it but now, she thoroughly enjoys throwing handfuls across the room. No matter how I seem to punish her, she walks right back over there and throws more.
- Dinner and meals used to be a breeze. She would sit through all of her meals at home and eat whatever was put on her tray. In a restaurant, as long as you continually kept a full stream of food in front of her, she would sit and eat like an angel. Now, most of her food ends up on the floor. We went and ate at the Japanese Steak House in Joplin and she fussed the entire time. Try to feed her rice, one of her favorites to distract her? Nope...thrown across the table. I played into it for awhile because I thought all the crazy cooking may've scared her but she was still fussing and wanting held after the chef left. She then proceeded to cry and throw a huge fit which in return, got her taken outside...which is what she originally wanted.
- She has developed the worst temper. It's cracks me up (at home, not in public) when you take something away from her, you would think that you had stepped on her foot or something. She screams, cries, and throws herself backwards on the floor.
- She is no longer enjoyable to take to Wal-mart. She will not sit still! She turns around backwards in the seat and grabs/throws stuff out of my cart. She also fights me to stand up in the seat when she gets tired of riding. If she sees something she wants in the cart but can't reach it, she wines and fusses until I hand it to her. I try not to give in but those public places always get me!
There seems to be a line that we've crossed in the past couple months. We went from her being a baby and maybe being a little fussy...to being a little girl and purposefully being bad. I ask Cathy everyday how she has been. I used to ask that wondering if she cried and fussed...in which case I'd think her tummy hurt, she was teething, or something along those lines. Now I ask how she's been and I'm meaning, "Did she behave today?"
I just don't know how to deal with this stage. I don't think she understands why she is in her bed if I put her in there after she has thrown dog food. As soon as I get her out and set her cute little feet on the ground, she walks right back over and throws it again. I feel like I'm making her sound like a horrible child! She isn't really at all. She just has an attitude that is starting to peek through and I don't like it nor know how to deal with it! She is old enough to know what "no" means and normally obeys when it comes to not grabbing something, putting something in her mouth, or telling her no to stop from getting into something. It's just this attitude thing that has me puzzled because I don't know how to punish her so that she'll understand why she is being punished. Whatever we are doing now, definitely isn't working. We've gotta get this attitude under control! And fast! Any suggestions?
Uh-oh is a ubiquitous interjection or expression of dismay in the English language, usually said after something bad has happened. The speaker often gives vent to the expression immediately upon learning or perceiving of something that presages disaster. It is an expression usually acquired very early in life, typically as early as the toddler stage. It is one of few words or phrases in English commonly pronounced with a glottal stop.
The "perceiving of something that persages disaster" part is what made me change my mind. I can't say I know what persages means and I don't want to take the time to look it up, but I assume that phrase means, "preceding disaster."
- Tylee walks up to the laptop with her big plastic toy monkey. "Uh-oh" She then proceeds to sit the monkey on the keyboard. "Uh-oh"
- Tylee sits in her highchair, leans over the edge with her French Toast Stick. "Uh-oh" Then hands it to Dutch. "Uh-oh"
- Tylee walks over to the dog food bowl and grabs a hand-full of dog food. "Uh-oh" Then throws it. "Uh-oh"
- Tylee is drinking her juice in the backseat completely content. "Uh-oh." Then throws it. "Uh-oh"
Let's hope she keeps this up in highschool and tells us before she sneaks out.
Tj was at work so Tylee and I went on the boat with our friends Zach and Kerri. People kept commending me on how good Tylee was. "I would've never brought so-and-so when they were 1-year old." To be honest, it didn't really cross my mind not to take her. Although, now that I think about it, I didn't really have a choice. She was really good but being on a boat with a walking toddler sure adds a LOT more responsibility for the day. And who wants responsibility when they are on a boat, in the sun, with great company, and beverages? Definitely not me. I was glad I took her but it really changed the dynamics of the trip. She really, really liked floating in the water with her life-jacket but it totally stressed me out. I may've been okay closer to the shore but I was nervous out in the middle. She did great though and giggled the whole time! Check her out drinking her Capri Sun like a big girl.
I guess that is all. I really just had a couple of cute pictures I wanted to share but they didn't really go together without text. Stay tuned later this week and I'll give you the details for the give-a-way. I get over 50 different IP Address hits each day and only 1 or 2 comments per post so be ready to de-lurk. The favor involves ideas for boy shirts and songs for Tylee's Montage so get your thinking caps on!
Maybe I should say, "Poor Dutch!" Yet again, unphased.
(See those two Kongs in the background? That really drives her nuts. He'll be chewing on one and she'll take the other one to him. Somehow he knows which one he wants and he'll never switch and take the one out of her hand. She'll throw it and he won't even look up. You can see the wheels turning in her head.)
I was in charge of Tylee the other night while Tj was out side in the garage. I locked her in the only 100% baby-proof room in the house and was putting away laundry in her room. I heard Tj come in and say, "What are you doing?! Where is your Mom?!" I ran in there and Tylee was sitting on the couch! We couldn't figure out how she got up there for the longest time but alas, I caught her Wednesday night.
Posed for more pictures.
And got hat-head. She wears it nicely, huh?