Too Much Like Her Daddy

One of the most common things I hear about my girls is how much Emma looks like Kevin. I hear that constantly, and every person who has ever said it is totally and completely correct. She is his mini-me. However, when it comes to personality it is Ellie who is Kevin's twin, not Emma. Ellie wants to be like Daddy in every way possible...Just how much so became quite clear this past weekend.

Ellie has been potty trained for some time now. Yet despite this she had several accidents over Friday and Saturday. I could not for the life of me figure out what was going on!! Finally after cleaning up yet another mess on the bathroom floor I got a little angry and demanded that Ellie tell me what was going on. With eyes so big she looked right up to me and stated in her matter-of-fact way, "I pee like daddy." Yes, my little girl was trying to pee like a man. Oh My Word. So...next came the talk of why little girls cannot pee standing up, and that she really needs to sit and go potty because mommy is going to run out of cleaner if she tries to stand all the time. LOL. At least we got rid of the dog so she won't try to go around the house lifting her leg on everything...

Humor

Lately things have been pretty on edge for me. Work has been stressful, dealing with certain client issues that shouldn't be my problem to start with...Packing and trying to figure out when we can get into the apartment. Nothing is more annoying then needed permission from somebody and having that person be almost entirely incompetent...Still getting used to Kevin being gone...Getting rear ended driving between meetings...The list goes on. So I've done what any reasonable person would do and cracked. I'm totally going loony! Today I found humor is the most unusual of places. I was driving down the highway when I saw a truck carrying MONSTER energy drink. Here's this young guy driving super early in the morning, and you would think he would be drinking an energy drink, right?I mean that is what he is advertising... WRONG. He was eating a banana. Now, for whatever reason this struck me as totally and utterly hilarious!!! I highly doubt that anybody else will see the humor in this story, but for me I laughed so hard I had tears coming down. Maybe I need to get out more. Maybe I need more sleep. Maybe I'm just crazy...Hard to say at this point.

Packing

We are moving again...what a shocker, huh?? I'm actually a little sad about this move. We have been in our house almost 2 years now, and it's the only home Emma has known. However, it is WAY overpriced and the landlord can't seem to remember how to pay the mortgage. Thus I find myself once more in a maze of boxes and garbage bags, trying with all my might to hang on to some ounce of sanity. I do my best to chase after the girls while being productive, but so far I'm not really sure how much progress I am making...For example...

The other day I left work a little early to go home and get some large boxes filled. Ellie and Emma were running around amusing themselves, as dad had to leave to go to a singles event (That's a whole other post) After a bit I realized that I had been seeing Ellie running in and out of the kitchen, but not Emma. I asked Ellie is she knew where Emma was...to which she answered, "She going bye-bye, mama." I said, "Oh, is she on her horse or her riding worm?" ....."No, mama...she all comfy in the box." WHAT?!?!?! It seems that Emma had crawled into a box which Ellie then conveniently tipped over so Emma couldn't get out. Nice.

Now, it's not to say that I sometimes don't think about shipping myself or my children off to some far away land...but being the intelligent person I am I do come to my senses and realize that this is just not a good idea...Still....

DEFIANCE!!!

Defiance is the word of the week in my house. Ellie has been nothing but defiant. It's been building and building until it all hit the fan Tuesday night/Wednesday morning.

Ellie woke up at about 1:30 asking for milk. Now, she did not need more milk...especially considering that I told her before bed that she wouldn't be getting any more the rest of the night. I told her "no..." and tucked her back into bed. I spent the next 45 minutes or so listening to her play in her room, waking Emma up in the process. Finally I just yelled from the next room "Ellie, go to bed!!" Suddenly I heard a sound of water being spilled. Convinced that she had taken her cup of water and tossed it I ran into her bedroom...I had heard something all right, but it wasn't water. Right in front of the bedroom door was a puddle where Ellie had stood, lifted her nightgown, and peed. Yes, peed. I was mad, but I was about to become furious. I asked Ellie why she had done that....to which she responded, "Because you no give me milk and I mad." Are you KIDDING me??? I mean, come ON! So I spent the next I don't know how long cleaning the carpet and trying to get both her and Emma back to bed. I didn't lay back down until about 3:45....and I finally fell asleep...until about 5:30 when Ellie was up and ready to go.

Oh My Word. I cannot even begin to discribe the range of emotions I felt that night...I hope and pray that Ellie is done with this phase before Emma enters hers...or lord help us all.

18 month check-up

Emma had her 18 month check up, and really there were no big surprises. She is REALLY long for her age (78 %) but REALLY tiny in terms of weight (2 %) . She only weighs about 20 lbs!! The doctor was not too concerned, however, because of a couple of things. 1) I was small. I was only 13 lbs. when I was one. Ellie was small. It's genetic to a point. 2) She is growing...She is just growing up up up instead of around. 3) She has great mobility and her developmental milestones are right on track. So....All in all we have a very small, very tall, very healthy little peanut. I must say I am used to it, with all of the issues with Ellie's weight in the past. Would I prefer that my girls have a little more meat on them? Sure. Of course. But as long as they are thriving and healthy there isn't much more I can ask for. I have no doubt that baby # 3 will be the same in terms of size. I make 'em small, what can I say? Small, tough, and hyper. Watch out world!

Green Light Only

This month has been totally and utterly crazy for me, which explains the lack of posting on here. Kevin has taken the traveling construction job which means I am now all on my own with Ellie and Emma. Between work, making dinner, giving baths, cleaning the house, etc. I have little time to do much else. Plus, like somebody else I know, we are moving the last weekend in July...thus between everything else I am busy packing. At work I am going crazy trying to make those above me see the light regarding some new policies...It's tough when people want to bend rules and you know that they shouldn't...

Granted, all of this probably doesn't seem like such a big deal. Perhaps it's because my almost 6 month self is greatly hormonal that I get overly and somewhat psychotically stressed out...I'm really not sure. All I know is that I feel like a crazy woman, or that girl from the Exorcist movie...My life is one big green light right now. I don't even get a glimpse of red. Heck, I would settle for yellow

Still, when it is all over and things slow down I know it will all be worth it. On the plus side Kevin has been home more often, though there is never a guarantee of when this will happen...And in our new place we will have a pool which will greatly help mommy in entertaining the girls. As any mommy knows, any help is better than nothing!! :D

Fast Hands

Emma has the fastest hands I have ever seen on a child. No contest. Yesterday was perfect proof of this. Ellie was playing 'school' and packing items into her backpack. She set the backpack down for a split second as she bent over to get a toy off of the floor. What happened next was one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Emma, who was sitting on the chair across the room, saw this as the perfect opportunity to get her sisters toys. She jumped off of the chair, ran behind Ellie so she couldn't be spotted, grabbed the backpack and took off down the hall...all of this happening before Ellie had stood up!!! Ellie turns around and looks at me..."Where's my backpack, Mama?" I laughed so hard I thought I was going to wet my pants....

It wasn't long after that and Emma did the same exact thing again, only this time she took the baby doll out of the play stroller...and this time she hid behind the love seat. Crazy. Good luck world keeping up with my girls, because lord knows I can't do it! :D