The directions were wrong. When you first assemble the house, the box stated to “Hold in place for 10 minutes.” Obviously they meant an HOUR, because that’s how long it took after it caved in twice and chunks of the roof fell off and I had to prop it up with books. The pictures resemble nothing of what sits on my dining room table. It’s like a creepy, abandoned farmhouse with half the roof gone, with gumdrops. Its the Blair Witch Gingerbread House.
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This was Lillienne’s first year “decorating” the tree – AKA putting all the ornaments in one pile at the bottom of the tree.
She likes to go up close to the shiny balls and check out her distorted face.
And point to all the “NO-MAN!” decorations on the tree. (She obviously means snowman. S’s are Silly!)
Same goes for the “NO-FLAKES!” decorations.
Each morning she demands “Christmas tree, on!”, which of course means turn on the Christmas tree lights.
She hasn’t yet figured out she can eat the candy canes – more for me.
Yes, I know it’s still pretty early to decorate a Christmas tree. But Lillienne was super cranky one night last week, and we needed a very big, dramatic, entertaining and a Never Been Done Adventure! so we could all keep our sanity and make it to bedtime. IT WAS MAGICAL, PEOPLE.
The approach we are taking with potty training is pretty slack. We purchased a potty (Which is the dumbest word) a couple of months ago, and she peed 2 drops in it once. Sometimes, we would try to get her to sit on the potty before her baths, but she never really wanted anything to do with it. I did not want to make a huge deal of it since she was still pretty young and we had plenty of time. I also did not feel like traumatizing her and possibly giving her a complex and making my daughter the next serial killer.
Lately, she has been wanting to go on the potty by herself. I will be changing her diapers and she will run half-naked to the can shouting “GO PEE!” And she will gladly sit on her little toilet. Always willing to sit, but nothing ever comes out. She doesnt want to sit there for longer than 2 minutes, no matter how many books I give her or song we try to sing, and the duct tape isn’t strong enough to hold her down anymore. Maybe like, I should, like, read like, a potty like training slash like parenting book, like.
UPDATE I wrote this post while she was napping. When I went into her room after she woken up, she was holding out her pants to me saying “Pants! pants!” I then realized she had also taken her diaper off, and peed on her pillow. Overall, a very pleasant experience.
I had a wonderful Sunday.
We all slept in until 10:30, then I went and got Mocha’s and breakfast from Tim Horton’s. The day was pretty much FABULOUS by that point already.
We lounged, played, and I got ready for a photo shoot I had at two.
After that, we took Lily for a ride in her little wooden sled my Mom bought her for Christmas last year. Last year, Lily hated it and would cry and fuss every time we attempted to take her out in it, although I think this is from what I call “The Michelin Man Effect”. This is where your baby has so much snow gear on that it’s impossible for them to bend any limbs or even at the torso- therefore, her sleigh rides were always spent nearly horizontal.
After the sleigh ride, played a bit more outside on the “snow slide” I made for Lily.
Then it was time for hot chocolate. I deemed Lily more than old enough for her first MUG of cocoa!
By the end she was practically gargling it like it was Scope mouthwash (Thanks for teaching her that, Daddy!) so we stripped her down, and of course, when the shirt comes off, it’s painting time.
After cleaning up from that wonderful idea, I made supper. Roasted garlic chicken breasts with potatoes, gravy and garlic bread. IT WAS FUCKING AWESOME.
After supper, picked up Grandma and went to the Enchanted Forest. Lily loved it, although I think it should be a walk through event instead of a drive through deal.
After all of that, we came home, gave Lily a bath, put her to bed, and then Dustin and I drank a case of beer and partied like it was 1999. Or that’s what I would have done if I wasn’t so exhausted.