Weekend Fun

The weather was fantastic this weekend. Nothing like mid-seventies and sun after a week of cold, rainy days.

I hit the Woodbury garage sales on Friday and came home with one big win. Claire scored a pair of Elmo slippers. She has been 'wearing' my slippers around the house and we've talked about finding a pair for her so this was a pretty good find on my part. Slippers + Elmo = one happy kid.

(the thumbs up was all her - no prompting from mom or dad)

Saturday we putzed around the house. Since it was such a nice day we washed the cars. Claire helped out her dad by rinsing as he washed.




FYI, the yellow 'water container' has been confiscated by Claire. It is no longer something I can use to spray nasty concoctions on the garden to keep the animals out. She uses it to clean her car, water the potted plants and spray the driveway. Someday, I might be able to use it again...

Eagles Nest - Redux

Claire returned to Eagle's Nest the week. The site of her first ever public up-chucking. She and Pete had headed there a couple months ago and were settling into playing when all of sudden the bug that took the whole house out hit Claire. She was the first to go down.

When I asked her how her day went she the following conversation transpired:

Mom: How was your day?
Claire: Good.
Mom: What did you do today?
Claire: I went to an indoor playground. (Pause) And I didn't even get sick.
Mom: Pardon?
Claire: Yeah, I didn't even put my hands in my mouth* and get sick.

Pete said that he purposely avoided talking about their past attempt to play at this location because he didn't want her to associate Eagle's Nest with getting sick. But... he said she mentioned it to him when they PULLED INTO THE PARKING LOT. Apparently her first bout with the stomach bug left such an impression that she knew the building from the outside.

This visit went much better and she told me all about going down slides and wanting to climb into the ball area. She even told me that Lexi (her playdate buddy) didn't want to go into the balls. "She was afraid".

*So the hand in the mouth comment. We've been trying to teach her that when she sticks her hands in her mouth she exposes herself to more germs, resulting in colds and the potential stomach bug. Hence her association with not getting sick and not sticking her hands in her mouth.

You can bet she did stick her hands in her mouth - because she does it ALL the time. But it was funny to hear her stream of thought.

Shut the Door!

Can potty training be just around the corner? Can her third birthday get here soon enough?

Here's Claire's m.o. as of late when it comes to doing the pooping deed...

Imagine if you will, our house. Claire looks you and with a serious tone says, "I need to be alone right now". She proceeds to her room. Shuts the door - tight - and get's very angry if you try to open the door. On more than on occasion she has told her father, "I need my privacy".

From time to time she will open the door and announce, "Dad (or mom), I'm pooping". As was the case when the contractor we had over for an estimate witnessed/heard.

However, if you try to come in, even after she has finished she will tell you she isn't done yet. Ugh.

I know potty training isn't going to be any fun. I am dreading it to some degree. But the clean up after one of her monster poops is getting to be a bit much for the diapers.