Monday, December 10, 2012

Mostly about Sadie, because she's a baby for almost another week

Things I have found Sadie doing this week:

Sitting in the dishwasher...
Holding onto the side of her crib and jumping as high as her little almost-one-year-old legs will take her... (And this is almost every single time she wakes up in the morning and from both naps.)
Stuck in a bin she climbed into...
Jumping on the couch...
Stuck under several different chairs...
Stuck under the kitchen table with all the chairs pushed in... (No idea how she got there in the first place.)
Ripping the presents under the tree... (And they all have coordinating wrapping papers that are neatly wrapped with nearly perfect corners, so it's even more frustrating.)

Things I have found Sadie cuddling with while she drinks her bottles:

Stuffed animals
The wipes package
A diaper (clean, luckily)
Hard toys
The changing pad
Her pants or socks that she managed to take off somehow just for cuddling with
The piano bench
A rug
A Kleenex box

I am sure Bill has found her cuddling with weirder things that I have missed out on. I don't want to follow the guideline to get totally rid of her bottles in the next few weeks. I will miss this aspect of my (possibly and most likely last) baby.

I started a list of the words I can remember her saying before her birthday next week. Almost fifty words. It's adorable and sad at the same time that she is growing up. I hope she's a little slower on the walking part of growing up. I am not ready.

Who started saying, "a whole nother" instead of "a whole other" or "another whole" whatever it is you're talking about? It's weird, and it rubbed off on me, and I don't like saying it.

Things my big kids have said to me this week to boost my confidence:

Carter: You're not fat at all, Mom. You just have a really big bum.
Avery: You look fine, Mom. You don't need makeup on. It will just look like you have dots all over your face.
Preston: I don't want you to live here anymore, Mom! I want you to leave!

Preston did cry when I drove around the cul-de-sac before coming back to get my toothbrush. And he locked my door so I couldn't get my toothbrush and said I could never leave again. Make up your mind, kid.

And Avery wrote me a note, "I love you so much. I hope you are in are family forever."

Apparently, I traumatized my kids by pretending to listen to his tantrum...


  1. lol..Melissa you and your kids are hysterical! My kids tell me at least every other day that I am not allowed in their room or that I am mean, or they hate me. I figure that just means I am doing something right. :)

  2. Hilarious! Your baby is so talented! And I love that you actually left! Your blog is so fun to read.