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.
Tag Archives: The Second Year
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.
This post is just a glimpse of where Life with Lily is at right now:
Sometimes when I go into Lily’s room to get her out of her crib after a sleep, she sleepily mumbles “Baby I like it!” You know, like the Enrique Iglesias song that is played everywhere, all the time, non stop, on repeat.
She loves when the garbage truck comes, and will sometimes look forlornly out the window saying “Garbage truck” wistfully.
She loves books. That isn’t new, but she is becoming even more engrossed with books.
We are learning our ABC’s and 123’s. She likes to count the little potted plants on the windowsill. So far, she can make it to four. Einstein, right?
Lily is starting to enjoy being cuddled. So the kid DOES love us!
She likes to put on her Dad’s shoes and try to dance. And also shut herself in the small, glass-door enclosed front porch trying on all my boots, shoes and sandals.Anybody want to look at 369893 photos of this?