Archives for September 2012

Painting Projects

Apparently my fall is going to be crazy busy with showers and weddings and social gatherings. That’s only part of the reason I haven’t posted anything lately. I’ve also just been lazy.

Besides being busy with activities, life has been pretty normal, except I’ve been going all craft crazy with Bella. We’ve already made 5 Halloween crafts and it’s not even October yet. I think I need to reel it in a little. Pinterest is probably one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Well you know…besides having a baby and getting married and all. But Pinterest is RIGHT UP THERE.

The other night I tried to get Bella to do a craft that involved paint. I wanted her to put paint on her foot and then step on a piece of paper so I could make a witch out of her foot print. I know that sounds insane, but here’s what I was going for:

( PS find this craft and others at: dollarstoremom.com )

She watched me curiously as I laid out the supplies. When I started squirting black paint onto a paper plate she got visibly nervous. She started to back away from me shaking her head. I said, “Come here, we are going to put this on your foot.” And that’s when she lost it. She started hiding behind furniture and screaming, “No, Mama, no!”  I told her it would be fun, I told her she would like it. She told me she didn’t want to because it was too “messy”.

So I made the project with my own foot print. I was hoping she would see how fabulous it was and would want to join in but she didn’t. She did watch me though. From and entirely different room.

This is a kid that rolls around in dirt and puts Spaghetti O’s in her hair, but apparently paint crosses a boundary.

My foot witch:

Think I can pass it off as a toddler foot and give it to Grandma?

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EAT ALL THE CHEESE.

We have this small problem with my toddler. She gets up in the morning and doesn’t wake us up. She creeps around throughout the house and gets into things that she isn’t supposed to. She turns on all the lights. She plays games on the iPad. She helps herself to food in the pantry and the fridge. We put locks on both of them. She figured them out.

I’ve tried leaving snacks out on the coffee table. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t. Most of the time it doesn’t because she wants to decide what she is going to eat on her own. This past Saturday she chose apple slices and caramel dip. There was caramel all over everything.

Sunday morning she trotted into our room at about 7 AM and gave me an empty bag of cheddar cheese cubes. It had been a relatively new bag, I bought it on Friday and I only give her 2 or 3 cubes a day. This means:

SHE ATE ABOUT 20 CHEESE CUBES FOR BREAKFAST.

What did she have to say for herself?

“Here, Mommy! Done with the cheese!”

Jesus says I can’t buy cheese cubes anymore.

 

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Naked forever.

Well.

Bella enjoys being naked. This is possibly my fault. In a potty training attempt, which, by the way, isn’t going fantastically well and I’ve really almost stopped caring (FINE, wear diapers to elementary school, see if I care) I let her run around with no diaper for periods of time because she knows if she doesn’t have anything on “down there” then she will go all over herself. So if she has no diaper on, she will tell me she needs to use the potty.

I’m trying to transition from no diaper to underwear (I don’t use the word “panties” is gives me the heeby jeebies) but she isn’t interested. For about 5 minutes she enjoys wearing her underwear, she points at whatever cartoon character is on them and squeals with delight. Then the excitement passes and she pulls them off and hides them somewhere. So far I’ve found Dora the Explorer underwear in the couch cushions, under beds and in the bathtub.

The other night I became frustrated with her. She wouldn’t keep ANY clothes on: no shirt, no underwear, no diaper, no pants, nothing. I must have put clothes back on her about 12 times in one hour. On the 13th (ish) time I was like, “Come here and put on your underwear!” She was like, “No! No underwear!” which really sounds like “No! No unner wurrrr!” but whatever. Anyway so I gave up and said, “Fine, just be naked forever.”

Now that’s what she says. When she takes of any article of clothing she said, “Nekkid Fur-everrrrr!”

I’m just waiting for her to start ripping off clothes in public while saying this. It’s only a matter of time.

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