|Let's get this party started.|
The Cousin's in Israel. She took a plane last week to spend time with her dad's side of the family.
The Cousin and Obama in the same city, at the same time, makes me excited. Knowing The Cousin, she will draw way more attention.
So, this family VK left me and Sweet Pea sola yesterday. Yowza! It's so unbelievable how a kid can change so much in just a couple of weeks. I swear to god, she's a miniature adult now.
Indications? Well, she's refusing to eat baby-type foods; refuses to be spoon-fed.
She demands chunks of food and wants them placed on her tray so she can pick them up all by herself.
Of course, if I don't comply and try to sneak a spoon of yogurt or oatmeal in, she pulls one of two stunts: either she bites down on the spoon and won't relinquish it or she swings her arm at the spoon and the mush goes flying.
Her new way of eating produces several clothes changes during a day.
|Are there seconds?|
As well as, bib changes. It didn't take long to figure out that she hates the plastic Bjorn baby bib.
|Damn this thing.|
You know Bjorn products are modern looking, for sure. They come in all these hip, cool 2013 colors, but they're not at all what they're cracked up to be. Kids just know. This bib is as hard as a Tonka truck. I mean, would you like it strapped around your neck while you're trying to enjoy a meal?
Sweet Pea had yam (people yam not Gerber yam) and ground beef with lentils. I think it was the lentils that brought on the series of poopy diapers, but that wasn't my issue with Sweet Pea yesterday.
So, she was lying on the changing table and it was a "doozy". Her legs were active. Her head was moving. Suddenly, her right arm comes down and takes a swipe of poop. "Shit" was my actual thought.
I managed to clean her all up rather quickly, and efficiently I might add, and I stand her up stark naked. Her smile's so big, it reaches New York. Then, she looks me in the eye and starts peeing on the table. (Her smile continues to reach New York).
I don't blame her. She's got me all to herself. No cousin to choke her. No project time for The Cousin. No sharing of "Bal La Lee" and she's gonna milk it for all that's it's worth.
Sweet Pea pushed it to the limit. I kept hearing Elton John's song in the background, Philadelphia Freedom, throughout the day...
|Do you need this one?|
|Under sink cupboard|
|Plastic bags bad for sea creatures and other living things|
It cracks me up that the parentals have one of these on the pots and pans cupboard and not on the cupboard with trash and hazardous cleansers.
|They think they're so smart.|
Actually, she's got me beat in that department. I spent several minutes yesterday trying to turn on a black Iphone that was sitting on their shelf. It was quite frustrating and I was feeling like it finally happened; I'm finally my mother... then Sweet Pea's mom came home for the "noon feeding" and I admitted to her my lack of tech skills. She burst out laughing saying that the phone is Sweet Pea's "pretend" Iphone. Very funny.
|Enjoying The Old Testament|
Sweet Pea can sit still. Really she can. For a fraction of a second.
Here, she's reading about Adam and Eve. Yep. She seems to be laughing, doesn't she? I don't think she believes it either. And if the chapter on Sodom and Gomorrah is in there, I'm screwed.
Because reading is valued by her family (and by the nanny) I try to read lots of books to both her and The Cousin on my watch. To my surprise (or dismay) there were a couple of new books in Sweet Pea's book basket.
Since Sweet Pea lives a mere 10 minute walk to the aquarium, we decide to go on an adventure.
Why the hell not?
I'll tell you why. It makes absolutely no damn sense to go to the Monterey Bay Aquarium during spring break.
Sweet Pea, though she had only 30 minutes of nap under her belt, was a trooper! It was me that was sweating bullets.
|We be diggin Splash Zone.|
|S.P.: "Let's go!" Me: "Let's rest!"|
That's it. We're out of here.
Home at last. Just in time for an afternoon snack before Da Da gets home.
Life is definitely good.
And Sweet Pea and me? We're a good thing.
Signed the nanny & friend not the f@!*ing grandmother,