A Day Spent Outdoors!
Thursday, May 17, 2007 by Amy
Here's a picture of Riley lining the toilet with paper in preparation for her lion going potty. She learned this from Rudi:
We had another West Side Moms playdate yesterday and we all had a blast. In addition to the moms in the group that I am still getting to know, I met another mother there too who was not part of the group. She has a 23 mo old daughter, so a little young for Riley and a little old for Avery, but the mother and I had fun talking. It seems that we have some things in common, I think, although she's never heard of babywearing and only breastfed for 6 weeks, but said that her older sister breastfed for three years and wished that she had done the same. We exchanged numbers and hopefully we'll get together sometime. Both of the girls were more adventuresome and played a significant distance from me, although alway within sight. That was cool. Avery finally decided that she likes the swings a little bit, although I have to swing her like she's a fragile old lady, low and slow. We spent nearly three hours at the park, until it started thundering, and with no driver side window, we rushed home. Later, we just played around the neighborhood for a while more. Nice weather today, I must say. Perfect temperature, cloudy, with a warm breeze. Perfect.
Avery said "dog" and "rock" and "bye bye" today, or words that vaguely represent. So her language is developing (late) but rapidly. Oh, and Riley was playing peekaboo with Avery, and Avery said "Dee Dee where?" (okay, more like "Dee Dee wha?). But we all knew what she meant.
Riley fell in the toilet today. That was freakin' hilarious. Nothing brightens my day like Riley taking a good dunk in the toilet. Ah, seeing the rim of the porcelain throne at her armpits, water up to the middle of her back. She thinks it's funny too, and I don't laugh right in her face ("hold on honey, mommy has to go into the garage for a minute") so it's not like I'm being cruel here. Speaking of toilets, thank goodness Riley forgot all about the button that we were supposed to dig out of her poo (what? Riley forgot something?) She'll probably mention it tomorrow. I think I jinxed myself. Doh.
So the other day, we were having dinner and I gave Avery a bite of food, and she chewed it a few times and realized that she didn't want it. So she moved closer too me, hoping I'd take it out of her mouth. I said "Avery just swallow it. We dont' spit out food" and she kept coming closer, and I kept protesting. So the little booger put my nose in her mouth and spit the food out on my face. What a 'tude.
Here's a picture of Avery "eating" soy yogurt:
Speaking of attitudes, Avery has developed quite the hitting problem. I just try to say "We don't hit in this family" and give her "the look" and she'll scowl back at me, then we'll have a staring contest, and when I don't give in, she'll hug and kiss me. It's like she's testing her limits, how far she can go and still be the perfect little girl. Although one time, she hit me several times in the face, and I say "Avery!" and Avery gives me the nastiest look ever, and grunts/growls at me. So I say again "Aaaaaavery" "grunt/growl "Avery?" grunt/growl "We don't hit" grunt/growl "Don't hit mommy", staring contest, smile/funny face/giggle/hug and kiss Mommy. Ah, testing the boundaries. Such a wonderful stage.
Tomorrow we are going over to Baby Cotton Bottoms to help Dani with inventory. She just took over ownership of the diaper shop in April, so the inventory is wonky, so a bunch of us from NINO and West Side Moms are going over to help her get an accurate inventory. They have a big backyard with sappy trees and dirt and mud and ants and everything fun for kids. Oh, toys too. Tonight would be the normal bath night for the girls, but I think I'll forgo it since I'm sure they'll get raunchy-dirty tomorrow. Nothing wrong with that.
We had another West Side Moms playdate yesterday and we all had a blast. In addition to the moms in the group that I am still getting to know, I met another mother there too who was not part of the group. She has a 23 mo old daughter, so a little young for Riley and a little old for Avery, but the mother and I had fun talking. It seems that we have some things in common, I think, although she's never heard of babywearing and only breastfed for 6 weeks, but said that her older sister breastfed for three years and wished that she had done the same. We exchanged numbers and hopefully we'll get together sometime. Both of the girls were more adventuresome and played a significant distance from me, although alway within sight. That was cool. Avery finally decided that she likes the swings a little bit, although I have to swing her like she's a fragile old lady, low and slow. We spent nearly three hours at the park, until it started thundering, and with no driver side window, we rushed home. Later, we just played around the neighborhood for a while more. Nice weather today, I must say. Perfect temperature, cloudy, with a warm breeze. Perfect.Avery said "dog" and "rock" and "bye bye" today, or words that vaguely represent. So her language is developing (late) but rapidly. Oh, and Riley was playing peekaboo with Avery, and Avery said "Dee Dee where?" (okay, more like "Dee Dee wha?). But we all knew what she meant.
Riley fell in the toilet today. That was freakin' hilarious. Nothing brightens my day like Riley taking a good dunk in the toilet. Ah, seeing the rim of the porcelain throne at her armpits, water up to the middle of her back. She thinks it's funny too, and I don't laugh right in her face ("hold on honey, mommy has to go into the garage for a minute") so it's not like I'm being cruel here. Speaking of toilets, thank goodness Riley forgot all about the button that we were supposed to dig out of her poo (what? Riley forgot something?) She'll probably mention it tomorrow. I think I jinxed myself. Doh.
So the other day, we were having dinner and I gave Avery a bite of food, and she chewed it a few times and realized that she didn't want it. So she moved closer too me, hoping I'd take it out of her mouth. I said "Avery just swallow it. We dont' spit out food" and she kept coming closer, and I kept protesting. So the little booger put my nose in her mouth and spit the food out on my face. What a 'tude.
Here's a picture of Avery "eating" soy yogurt:
Speaking of attitudes, Avery has developed quite the hitting problem. I just try to say "We don't hit in this family" and give her "the look" and she'll scowl back at me, then we'll have a staring contest, and when I don't give in, she'll hug and kiss me. It's like she's testing her limits, how far she can go and still be the perfect little girl. Although one time, she hit me several times in the face, and I say "Avery!" and Avery gives me the nastiest look ever, and grunts/growls at me. So I say again "Aaaaaavery" "grunt/growl "Avery?" grunt/growl "We don't hit" grunt/growl "Don't hit mommy", staring contest, smile/funny face/giggle/hug and kiss Mommy. Ah, testing the boundaries. Such a wonderful stage.Tomorrow we are going over to Baby Cotton Bottoms to help Dani with inventory. She just took over ownership of the diaper shop in April, so the inventory is wonky, so a bunch of us from NINO and West Side Moms are going over to help her get an accurate inventory. They have a big backyard with sappy trees and dirt and mud and ants and everything fun for kids. Oh, toys too. Tonight would be the normal bath night for the girls, but I think I'll forgo it since I'm sure they'll get raunchy-dirty tomorrow. Nothing wrong with that.
