Posted on 28 January 2012 by: Daddy
Today Mama decided to take a break and passed the torch to Daddy for the morning routine. Mabel saw this as the perfect opportunity to mock him, waiting until he fell asleep on the couch for a whole five minutes to execute her evil plan. Daddy has been fired.
Posted on 25 January 2012 by: Mama
I laughed [hysterically] as abuela would tell me stories of when David was a baby. He seemed to throw his bottle at abuelo and abuela’s heads when he was ready to wake up. He liked to strip down his diaper and run around nakey (don’t all toddlers??). He was a curious little boy with fun stories to hear.
But, a few came to life…for our little girl. First, Mabel decided to be nakey yesterday, then found her boots to put on (boots! on! help! please!). I needed to go to the garage for a minute, so she patiently sat by the door while I went outside. As I came in, she was walking a little funny. I asked what’s wrong, and she said “Owie pee-pee!” I checked and sure enough, she had peed—but, it ran into her boots. So, her boots were sopping and she was walking with a “squich–squich” sound—just as I always imagined it when I heard the story of her daddy.
This afternoon, she woke up crying a little from her nap. I went in there, and the smell hit me first. As I approach her, she announces she has a po-po. I pick her up, and her bum is bare beneath her nightgown (odd!). As I lay her down, I find the diaper at the foot of her nightgown, with popo smeared everywhere. Ummm…then I realize it’s on her hands. Gross! I attempt to repair the damage, etc. As I’m cleaning up, I notice the sheets. Oh, no! She had managed to find the opening for the seatbelt in her nightgown. And finally, I see the cheeks. Yes, the popo on the cheeks. As I began to clean her cheeks, she announces “Yucky! Popo cheeks!” Yes, I would have woken up crying, too. I always imagined David smeared it on his face more…I hope he had more control like Mabel. She clearly didn’t enjoy it as soon as she figured there was a smell to it.
Posted on 17 January 2012 by: Mama
Mabel has quite a fondness for both mama’s and daddy’s iPhone. And, because mama’s has a big crack across the front, she even knows which one belongs to whom! *sigh* Today, while filling up Mabel’s tub for her bath, I heard her mumble “mama’s phone.” When I go to find her for her bath, she is downstairs dutifully playing with my phone. All while chanting “mama’s phone, mama’s phone,” of course.
As I related the story to David, he said the same thing happened this morning while I was in the shower. To date, that I know of, she has called Uncle Greg, Mrs. Mueller (Lexie’s mama), and a few attempted international calls. I put a lock on the phone, and she managed to dial 991. Really???? One alternate key stroke and I’d be in serious trouble! This girl has managed to outsmart me (not that it’s the first time). But, of course, we really credit Apple for making a product so intuitive, even a child can use it. 🙂
Below are the screen shot photos she managed to take today. She also deleted a few icons. I haven’t figured out which ones just yet…
Posted on 9 January 2012 by: Mama
Mr. Clean Eraser cleans black crayon off the laminate floor perfectly!
Posted on 4 January 2012 by: Daddy
Daddy loves to tell Mabel made-up and random stories about anything that pops into his mind. In said stories, a common character emerged (princess froggie). It didn’t take Mabel long to realize that froggie is a reference to her, so she decided to tell Daddy stories about froggie…and Noah. Hear for yourself.