- Tylee's Birth
- My Wedding
- The day I got my camera
I should probably say the birth of my neices and nephew. Or the day we moved into our house. Or the day I bought my Volkswagon Jetta. Or when I got my job. But nah, I think I'll stick with said ordering system. Maybe that'll make you bring it on time. Just don't tell anyone how this day ranks, please. It says you are scheduled to be here tomorrow, so please don't let anything happen to change that. I'll be forever grateful.
It's always fun to go to work the next day. I have yogurt and bananas for breakfast, fresh sandwhich stuff and pringles for lunch, and string cheese and carrots to snack on. Then - it's time for dinner. Oh crap. Dinner! What's for dinner?
Here are our staple meals:
- Chicken Alfredo
- Tator-tot Casserole
We rotate between 6 meals people. And do I have the ingredients to make ANY of those things for dinner? Nope! $150+ later and I have not a single meal. I have green beans and cream of mushroom soup, but no Tator Tots. I have Spaghetti Sauce but no garlic bread. (I need to mention somewhere in here that we get our hamburger in bulk and have it readily available in the freezer.) And those are our staple meals! A new meal? Forget it. That always involves a trip to the store. And another $30.
So how do you do it? How do you plan your meals so you can use the other half of the head of cabbage from your Hobo Dinner to make coleslaw the next night. How do you come up with enough meals, that vary from each enough (hence, not tacos and enchiladas back to back), to use a whole head of lettuce? Please, enlighten me. And my wallet.
Tj thinks he is a good dancer but thinks I am not. I think I am a good dancer and know he is not. The truth is, neither of us are great dancers but we have fun. That is all that matters really, right? We joke about who's moves Tylee has. She loves to dance but has some really strange moves. My favorite is the hands behind the back leaning forward move. The circles are a new thing also.
Don't mind the socks with the dress. We had already lost the boots by this point.
- Tylee loves to sit on things. She take things from her toybox, carries them over to her rocking chair, puts them in the seat, and climbs up in there. Usually, the said item falls out before she gets on top of it but she doesn't mind. She climbs back down and starts again. I'd love to hear the psychology behind that.
- She loves the blanket that came with her Bitty Baby. Mostly, she loves covering stuff up with it. Her head, my head, the laptop, Dutch, the cement Boston Terrier figure in the corner, the rocking chair...whatever. Again, what's that all about?
- She is very good at the "put the object in the bucket via the appropriate shape" game. If you cover up any of the holes, she gets very upset and takes your hand away. She has mastered everything but the star. She also likes the Tower with the decscending sizes of rings. She would rather wear the rings as bracelets than put them on the tower, but knows where they are supposed to go. She just doesn't care.
- She has a really bad temper. Really bad. If you take something away or won't give her something, be ready for a fit. It is pretty comical at home but I'd be okay with not having any in public. It gets pretty embarrassing pretty fast. The other night Tj wouldn't give her something and she sat down on the floor and was crying. Her little laptop was right by her foot and she swung her hand around and slapped it out of the way. I think Tj's words were, "That laptop didn't do anything to you."
- She is a really good eater and can eat most all table food. We have to be careful when opening the DelMonte cans of fruit becaues if she sees that yellow can, you myswell just give it to her. We are very strategic about opening it beforehand and hiding the bowl behind the centerpiece on the table until she is done with her food. Her favorites (other than fruit) right now are bread, rice, macaroni and cheese, string cheese, and meat (hot dogs, vienna sausages). I'm sure there are more but those are my standby's.
- She loves drinking water. She has mastered drinking bottled water without spilling a drop. She would rather drink from Mommy or Daddy's cup than her sippy cup but doesn't like to share it back with us.
- It's been almost a month since she's had a bottle. She doesn't seemed phased. Now it's time to start giving her cold milk...
- She is saying more and more things but nothing really concrete. Uh-oh, Dutch, Bye, Bye, Dada and Mama are still probably the only real words she says. I think she says, "Pup", "What's that?", "Skeet", "Drink"...I could use my imagination and probably come up with more. She jabbers non-stop.
- She understands almost anything you tell her. "Where is your tongue?" "Go get Dutch's ball." "Throw it!" "Where is your cup?" "Give it to Daddy." I think that type of language is more important than the actual verbal part but I'm not sure. I can't remember the two types now that I'm typing this.
- She hates bathtime. I think it's because she fully understands that at the end of the bath, water will be poured over her head numerous times to get the soap out. I asked my sister about this. I figured she was a pro with 3 kids. She said that is the easiest way. She has tried lots of other things but that is the most painless. Tylee won't even set down in the tub now. She stands the whole time and tries to climb out. Bathtime consists of her standing and whining, me washing quickly, wetting her hair with a wash rag or the water out of the duck, adding shampoo, and rinsing it out. I've tried EVERYTHING. Cover her face, making her look up, laying her down, using the duck and making it fun...everything. The only thing I can get her to do is bury her face in my chest with a towel, and dumping quickly. Poor girl.
- If I were to buy her summer clothes, I would buy 18-24 month. However, my sister has lots of 2T things which we've been wearing and they fit fine. She is getting pretty tall and thin and I anticipate that she will be able to wear most of those next summer also.
- She loves Dutch more than anything and I think the feeling is mutual. She loves taking his toys while he is chewing on them. He growls and she giggles. She chases him around the room, straddles him and sits on him, pets him, hugs him, and smacks him.It makes me so sad that he is already 12 and probably won't be around her whole childhood. I can't believe how well he tolerates (and actually enjoys) her.