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Things my 3 year old says

I don’t have anything very interesting to say today. I know that’s a thrilling opening statement, right?

So, this post is just going to be about some of the things Bella has said the past few days. I have to say that having a 3 year old can be rather trying at times. They can be very emotional, defiant, inquisitive, and energetic but it’s these very characteristics that can cause them to say some really funny things.

When I asked Bella what she wanted for dinner the other night she said, “Mommy, I’m not talking to you.” Then I laughed. Then she said, “It’s not funny. Stop laughing.”

Bella got a pet turtle while we were at the beach earlier this week and has been obsessed with it ever since. When we get home she says she has to go say hi to it. When she goes to bed or gets up in the morning she has to tell it goodnight or good morning. She puts things next to its terrarium¬†for it to look at, like pictures she thinks it might like or certain toys or figurines. When I was trying to get her ready for preschool the other morning she wouldn’t put her clothes on because she said she had to go show the turtle that she was naked first. And she did.

While we were at a store last night, the check out lady said hi to Bella and Bella pointed at my purse (that I bought on vacation) and said, “My mommy just got this bag and I got a turtle.” The check out girl was like, “Oh….okay?”

I unstrapped Bella from her car seat when we got home the other day but she refused to get out of the car. When I asked her why, she said that monsters had captured her and had tied her up and therefore I needed to find a key to set her free.

She keeps telling strangers that she is growing a human inside her stomach. She doesn’t bother to tell those same people that her mommy is pregnant and that’s where she got this idea in her head. I also don’t know why she says she is growing a “human”. I’ve never said that to her, I tell her I’m growing a baby. The best part about her telling strangers that she is growing a human in her stomach is that she pokes her stomach out as far as she can and caresses it dramatically.

Speaking of the baby, Bella has started blaming everything on this unborn child. Well, not everything, mostly just things that cause her to be unhappy. When we go to a store and she asks for something, like candy, and I say no, she will say something like, “Is this because of the baby?”

Last night we had to go to Target to get presents for upcoming birthday parties. She wanted the toys for herself and I told her they were for her friends and she told me that I was lying, they were for the baby and that’s why she couldn’t have them. I feel sorry for this baby when it actually arrives. I can only imagine what she is going to blame on it then.

 

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This post is probably some form of birth control.

I meant to write this post Monday, but after the events of Monday (that I’ll talk about in a minute) I was just too tired.

Then I meant to write it yesterday, but then again, I was just too tired.

Bella just started her first year of preschool as well as dance classes and soccer. I may have over extended myself but the child has a lot of energy and I had to get her out and doing things. Plus, she looks just about the cutest ever in her ballet tights and tutu. We are also moving out of our house this month, have a vacation planned, and of course, I’m still pregnant so there’s that. We also both work full time. We really MAY have over extended ourselves. On top of that- I think that we are invited to more birthday parties/weddings/showers than we have been all summer. Our own first baby shower/gender reveal is coming up next month as well. Anyway, I’m sure no one really cares, I’m really just stating all this to warn everyone that I may or may not have a nervous break down in the next few months and you may see it littered about on this blog. I kid. I kid. Except, not really.

So, let me get back to the point of this post: Labor Day.

Bella and I didn’t do much over the weekend. Cleaning. Packing. Errand running. Cooking. Jesus worked all weekend, but was finally off on Monday so we all went to the park and out to dinner and then went to a local gelato place for dessert. Bella was acting a little strange: her forehead felt a little warm, she was a little moody, and she didn’t want any gelato (very strange for that child).

Anyway, we got her in the car to go back home and about 3 minutes into the 15/20 minute ride, she started saying that her stomach was hurting, or as she said it: “MY TUMMY HURTS SO BAD.” I looked back at her in the car seat and watched her face wince in discomfort and pain. I looked at Jesus, who was driving and said that I was pretty sure she was about to hurl. As I desperately looked around for something to thrust in front of her mouth to catch the impending vomit, it happened. She threw up ¬†all over herself, her car seat, and the back of my seat.

I climbed into the back seat with her and found a metal the Dora the Explorer lunch box that I then handed her to puke into because I knew there would be a second round, and I was right. There was even a third, if you’re curious about specifics.

After that, she began to fret about the mess she had made, so I attempted to clean her and the car seat with baby wipes and tissues. She wanted out of the seat but I couldn’t let her out because we were driving down the interstate and I didn’t want to risk her going through the windshield in an accident because she wasn’t fastened in. She continued to complain pitifully about the mess and was quick to point out any spots I was missing in my hurried clean up. She adamantly wanted me to scrape out the vomit from underneath the buckles of her seat beat. That was a wonderful experience for me.

We stopped at a drug store close to our house to get some medicine, something for her fever mainly. I waited in the car with her, finally unstrapping her from her torture chambers of vomit and horrors and changed her shirt, which she was unsure of doing because it was one of her favorite shirts and she was afraid she was going to throw up on it and get it dirty, too.

When Jesus got back to the car with the bag of medicine, he was also carrying a huge bag of Cheeto Puffs for himself. This seemed to cheer Bella up, as she thought that Cheetos must be the cure for vomiting.

After that, we carried our sick tot into the house, got her cleaned up and put her to bed. Then I took to washing soiled clothing and scrubbing a puke filled lunch box.

Then Jesus and I flopped down into bed and turned in for the night, when we had planned to watch a movie and snuggle. Romantic, yes?

 

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30 something

I realized the other day that my “About me” section on this blog describes me as a “20 something”. Unfortunately, next summer, I will need to change that to “30 something”, as I will be entering the first year of my 30’s. I’m not necessarily sad about turning 30, nor do I think that being 30 will suddenly make me old. However, realizing that I will have to let go of my “20 somethings” and be a “30 something” makes me sad panda.

 

 

This is me.

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Driving with children

Probably something that I didn’t give much thought before having kids was how DIFFICULT they can be in the car.I mean, I guess I thought about long car rides with them. I’m sure that I realized that 8 hour car rides to Florida would be a hassle (and they are, in case you’re wondering). But every day driving around town? Meh.First of all, when Bella was an infant, she would sometimes WAIL at the top of her lungs the entire 15 or 20 minutes home at the end of the day. 15 minutes may sound like nothing, but it kind of made me want to slam my car into a brick wall a little bit.

As she has gotten older, she’s remained difficult to drive around, but in different ways. She only wails and cries occasionally, but not for long periods of time, so at least that stage is over for the most part. Instead of constant crying, she does things like trying to get out of her car seat. She has succeeded a few times, she’s like a little Houdini. So then I have to pull over and fix her, even when I’m in an area that isn’t super easy to “pull over” in.
I’ve found that there are certain places that I try to avoid passing in the car because she if she sees them, she will turn on her whine voice and plead with me to stop and when I don’t she acts like her life is over. These places include but are not limited to: Chick Fil A, Chuck E Cheese, Sweet Frog and pretty much every playground in town.

Other times she drops something while sitting in her car seat and then screams bloody murder because she can’t reach it. I have actually pulled over before to retrieve whatever it is just to make it stop but I’ve had to cut that out because she has started dropping things on purpose in an attempt to play what I like to call: “Fetch, Mommy, Fetch.” She seems to be generally confused that I can’t do things for her because I am OPERATING A MOTOR VEHICLE.

Bella also chatters at me incessantly while I am driving. This can be really distracting when I am trying to concentrate, like when I am driving in an unfamiliar area or having to take a detour. She also starts begging me to turn around and look at something she is going, like a picture she has drawn or something she is doing on her iPad. She goes on repeat when I don’t acknowledge her.

“Mama look. Mama look and see. Mama, look what I did. Mama, look. Mama, look at it. Mama, did you see? Mama. Mama. Mama. Mama, look at it. Mama, look. Mama, see it? Mama, look at my picture,” and so on and so forth.

I’m really starting to think that driving with children. especially small children, is a form of impaired driving. DWP. Driving With Preschooler.

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