Cupcakes and Baby

Yesterday evening when I arrived home from work,


We had cupcakes.....



Little Foot opened presents.....



Little got puzzles.....



She was so excited to get a new baby......



Her baby needed kisses.....



But then, Little said her baby was sleepy, cold, and sick......... (How dare American Girl send us a tired, cold, sick baby!)




But this morning, we had a sleepy and cold baby too.....



Party is tomorrow, so the birthday celebration continues.

Two

Two years ago today, we welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world. All 9 pounds, 8 ounces, and 21 inches.




This picture is so funny to me now. This was a particularly rough evening with Little Foot. She cried, screamed, fussed, and was just overly upset. I tried everything, rocking, bouncing, bumping, walking, swaddling, swinging, and laying her down. Nothing, and I repeat nothing, would satisfy her. Around midnight, while both Daddy and Mommy are up, I decided maybe trying to give her another bottle. Daddy stayed on the couch, and as I was entering the kitchen, I decided to lay Meredith in the chair with Bubba Cat. I prepared her bottle, and by the time I returned, she was out. To this day, Bubba still soothes her.



Happy Birthday, Sweet Girl!

Back to reality

I have been out of school for four weeks. It has been so nice to not feel as pressured. But as for now, it's head in the books, fingers on the keyboard. Yuck.

When my finance instructor posted a message on the message board, you can just imagine my surprise when it was signed by the man with the red pen. That's right. Mr. You Disappointed Me, Ms. Moudy.

I am going to keep my head up, and put forth a good effort.

Well, I am going to try.

Sass

Hello. Welcome to Sassiness.

Little has developed such a little, um..., personality here lately. We never know what she is going to say next.

So this weekend, I am washing dishes. Husband is hunting. Little Foot has a complete meltdown, because I cannot come play in her room at that very millisecond.

My suggestion is that she bring a toy and play in the floor of the kitchen while I finish the dishes. Now it took some convincing, but she kindly obliged.

As she is walking out of the kitchen, she turns to me and says, "Mommy, my get a toy. I be wight back. You stay wight there."

I say, "Okay, Baby. I will stay right here. Go get your cash register."

She turns to run to her room. Before I can get back to scrubbing the caked on stickiness off of Little's sippy cups, I hear her say, "You hear me?"

And I turn, and she is asking me if I hear her. To make sure I am "hearing her", I ask, "What did you say?"

Little says, "You stay wight there. You hear me?"

Oh, Goodness. Now, this isn't all of it.

Last night, as I am getting home from work, she meets me at the door. She has my new lunch bag that I got for Christmas, might I add that I have not even been able to utilize the lunch bag. (Told you Grandma and Aunt Jenny.) The lunch bag is full of refrigerator magnets, keys, and other stuff, I suppose, seeing how I can not touch it.

Little says, "Me bag."

I reply, "I see. I like your bag."

She says, "Mommy, 'mon. Play. MereMere's room."

I tell her okay, and take her hand as she is pulling me along to her room.

She begins to play with Play Dough, so I begin to play with her cash register.

In the next instant, she yanks the cash register away from me.

Little says, "Enough," and then, she puts the cash register in her toy box.

With the second birthday fast approaching, I must make a mental note:

" 'Mon. Play. MereMere's room." translates to "Sit there. Be quiet. Don't touch anything."

More pictures

We went to Canton to see the lights, and Little Foot was so excited she got to pet a horse. The carriage ride was a lot of fun, and Little Foot could only focus on the horse. Thanks Big Daddy and Baboo.




Little's very first tricycle. Unfortunately, she has quite a temper and throws a tantrum when she is unable to just hop on it and ride it. Imagine this scenario, Little gets on her tricycle in her bedroom. She attempts to peddle. To no avail, she begins to push herself forward using her legs. This is appeasing until the wide back wheels hang on the doorway. She screams and gets off the tricycle. Upon dismount, she hits her head on the door knob. Most kids probably would cry. Not Little. She turns right around and kicks the METAL tricycle BAREFOOTED. (Start praying now.)




The terror. There are other people riding the fire truck. I decided to post this picture just to prove that I am around. What part about having kids is it that makes Mommy take every picture?

Pictures

My camera broke Christmas morning. Devastating. However, I was able to snap a photo or two. I will post them later, but here is a little taste of our holiday.








And, yes, I hunt.

Defeated

If you follow my blog, you should be aware that I have been preparing Little Foot for Santa taking her pappy and giving it to a "wittle" baby that needs it. If not, see previous post.

This has gone on for weeks. Initially, she was very much opposed to the idea. As time went on, she opened up to the idea. We were, and I stress were, at the point to were she was excited for a little baby to receive her pacifier.

Again, were.

Last night, I decided that waiting was just prolonging the inevitable. We, more like I, laid her down without her pappy.

The tantrum began.

She cried for her daddy.

She hit mommy.

She, well, um.....she got sick. Twice.

So nearly an hour later, I was beat down physically and emotionally. I decided to give her pappy. But at this point, she was so devastated at the situation that pappy did not help.

She wanted her daddy. Only her daddy. And with her eyes, she pretty much told me to keep my pappy-stealing hands off of her.

So, I am warning everyone. I do not want to hear one word. I mean not one whisper of a word.

Little will be two in January. She will turn two with her pappy.

When she goes to kindergarten, when she drives for the first time, when she graduates, when she marries, when she has her first child, pappy will be there.






Not one word.