Whistle

Last night we joined the rest of our family & a couple friends for dinner to celebrate Laura’s birthday.  We met up at a local Mexican joint to make the pregnant birthday girl very happy with a bowl full of cheese dip (Btw, have I mentioned that I’m going to be an aunt again in August?  We find out this weekend if the baby is a boy or girl.  So excited!)

We were all just chatting away when the table behind us was interrupted by the servers singing Happy Birthday for them (& presenting them with a huge bowl of ice cream).  Elle immediately decided that they needed to be informed that it was Laura’s birthday too.  I’m pretty sure the ice cream was the motivating factor.  As they walked away from their table she started shouting, “Hey!  We have a birthday girl here!”  She shouted this MULTIPLE times.  MULTIPLE.  When it didn’t get their attention (we were all rolling on the floor laughing), she decided to take it to the next level.  The child started to loudly “whistle” to see if that would get her noticed.  By that point we were all dying.  She did end up getting their attention and informing them that it was Laura’s birthday.

The best part was after she informed them.  Elle managed to convince all 12 adults at the table to “whistle” with her.  She would count to 3 and they would make the whistle noise.  Juliette (whom met Elle for the 1st time last night) put it best, “that’s not a learned personality trait.”  Nope, she’s just that crazy by nature.

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Sorry Pais, I do love you. I’m just not the most observant sometimes.

Did I mention that Paisley has had an ear infection for a month?  She’s on her 3rd antibiotic to try to kick it (this one makes her poop…a lot.  It’s lovely.).  But honestly, she’s so even keeled, I had no idea that she had an ear infection & have been shocked every time that her doctor said that it’s still infected.  In fact, she’s so even keeled that on Monday morning I got a text message from her babysitter mentioning that Paisley has her 1st tooth.  Umm, what?  I had no idea!  She cut her 1st tooth & I never knew because she didn’t fuss a bit.

I think she is starting to realize that she’s going to need to speak up if she wants any attention around this house.

Show & Tell

Today is a very important day for a preschooler, it’s Elle’s turn for Show & Tell at school.  Big deal, right?  So this morning we were finalizing her choice.

Me:  I think you should take me for your show & tell!

Elle:  No.

Me:  Why not, I could fit in your backpack.

Elle:  No you couldn’t.  But we could go buy a bag for you to fit in!

Me:  Where would you buy the bag?

Elle:  The Gap.

In case there were any doubts, it is blatantly obvious that she is my child.

3 Year Old Gone Wild

Potty training has been a constant issue with Elle for the past…well year & a half.  I haven’t talked about it too much on the blog because I’ve been kinda frustrated and maybe a tad embarrassed that my “genius” child has struggled so much.  It’s almost felt like her refusal to tell me that she needs to use the bathroom is a sign that I’m a failure as a mom.  Now, deep down I know that isn’t true, but hey “mommy guilt” is a real thing.  Irrational, but real.  The past several weeks we have seen some improvement but these issues seem to come in waves with Elle.  We’ll go weeks without accidents & then have  week or two when there are multiple accidents a day.  In fact on multiple occasions I have arrived at the sitters to find her naked from the waist down because she’s peed through her close & her back up clothes.  It’s been frustrating, but I keep assuring myself that she won’t enter middle school with a pullup in her backpack (hopefully).  Plus, I’ve learned the hard way that my frustration only makes the situation worse.

Yesterday we had a classic Elle moment that revolved around potty issues.  I picked her up from her Sunday School class at noon & as we were heading to get Paisley she immediately crouched down & shouted, “I have to go potty!  Wait!  I already did!”  Sigh.  Knowing that her backpack of extra clothes was in the car, I did what any mother would do.  We went to the bathroom, got her cleaned up & I just let her run around (until I had a chance to go to the car) without any tights or panties on (she did had a dress on).

About 30 minutes later we were standing around chatting with Jim & Alisha when Elle spotted her friend & fellow 3 year old, Jonathan.  What does she do?  She shouts, “Hey, Jonathan!  Look!” and she raises her dress to show the poor scarred boy that she is wearing nothing under her dress.  It was like Girls Gone Wild right there at church.

Moral of the story: always bring the  extra change of clothes inside…and begin to talk with Elle about what it means to be modest.

I Love Him Because…

there is never a dull moment when he’s around.