Fun stuff

The most recent "must have" items. We can't do anything without these. The other night Julia was in bed with us watching TV and even though the room was dark, she HAD to have her sunglasses. What a goof ball. Almost every morning she wakes up saying "My sunglasses. My Carmex. Where's Bubba?" Uhhh, hello? How about a good morning, mommy? After all, I AM the one who toted you around for 6 1/2 months. The one who's behind got wider and wider. The one who's complexion resembled that of a 13 year old. The one who's body swelled so suddenly that within two days I looked like the Michelin Man. Is a good morning, mommy too much to ask? Geezzz. Oh well, as soon as she flashes her snaggle-tooth smile, it's all ok.

We took Julia to see a Sesame Street musical and she loved every second of it. I thought it would be a cheesy but it was actually pretty good.

We laughed so hard at this. We put Julia in her own chair but she didn't weigh enough to keep the seat down. As soon as we let go of her she folded up.

Although hints of the terrible two's are showing up, Julia is still pretty laid back. She's so funny because her vocabulary is growing and occasionally her words don't sound quite right. She calls an elephant an elmapunt. Strawberries are strawbebbies. We've been trying to come up with a cute name Julia can call my sister. Her name is Elizabeth but Aunt Elizabeth is quite a mouthful. When we were kids my sister picked up the nickname Lizzie Lou so we tried to get Julia to say that and it came out Nizzie Wou.

The beginning phase of potty training has begun. She's used her potty a few times but it's only because we were lucky enough to catch her right before she goes. She's great at telling us after she's gone in her diaper. Thanks Julia but no announcement needed. The rank smell and green funky cloud oozing from the diaper says it all. A while back she had one of those nasty, blow-out kind of poop diapers. Even though she was asleep in her room, I could smell it all the way in the living room. I headed down the hallway and my gag reflex kicked in. I had to do something so I tied a hand towel behind my head to cover my nose and mouth and smeared Vicks Vapor Rub all around my nostrils. I know I looked like a total idiot but I didn't care. The only thing that would have been worse then her poop-from-hell diaper would be her puking. Hearing someone getting sick, seeing someone getting sick, or just seeing vomit will send me into a retching fit. I'm such a dork. I suppose minimal puking is a small perk of having the nissen.

I can't believe I just typed an entire paragraph on poop. Talk about a true sign of parenthood. I used to laugh at my sister when she'd mention one of her kid's poop issues. One day she said "You'd be surprised how much you can tell from your kids poop." Yeah, yeah, whatever. Oh my God, she was right!