Friday, July 30, 2010

Friday photos: Catching Up. Again.

This week has flown by. Mostly because I'm so dang tired. Really, it's a perfect storm of me being super tired - slash - under the weather, the Bubba being super duper busy at work, and Lucy being full of piss and vinegar because of these nasty two year molars pushing their way in. We're none of us in the best of moods these days. But let's not dwell! Instead, I offer for your viewing pleasure some cuteness:

Enjoying the swings at Neighborhood Playground

Running bases: Tire the toddler out? Check!

*insert funny thought caption here*

I'm a total sucker for the clearance toys at discount stores. I got this little train set for $9, and it's Lucy's ALL TIME FAVORITE TOY EVER. It's the kind that you pull it back and it goes around the track a couple times on its own. Lucy will painstakingly build an awesome "station" for this train over and over. It's pretty awesome.

Carrying Lu down to the laundry in my IKEA/laundry bag.
As you can see, she's thrilled.

We hope you have a great weekend!

Monday, July 26, 2010


A Big Girl needs a Big Girl bed. That means my big girl is all done with her crib! Lucy's actual Big Girl Bed - the bed frame, I mean - will be delivered today or tomorrow. That will probably be another transition that I'm not really looking forward to, but until then, we've been getting her used to sleeping with the mattress and guard rail on the floor. As soon as we picked up the mattress from the store, I disassembled the crib so that there would be no choice but to move forward. For her AND for me.

Lucy helped with the tricky bolts

The first few nights were hard. Lucy has sort of a low Adaptability Quotient. In short, she's a fraidy cat. She's not a huge fan of change, of different, of new. I need to remember to break new things in for her slowly, and I don't often since I'm a sort of Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-My-Pants sort of person who thrives in ambiguity. Isn't that a funny part of parenting? Learning a new approach to life? ANYHOO, I digress.

She was fine playing on the mattress on the floor decked out in new fairy princess sheets with her red Choo Choo blanket on top, but the suggestion of sleep? was very very sad. To boot, after she fell asleep, she would wake up sad a couple times a night, presumably because she was in a "strange place." But, we are still alive, and are here to say that the kinks have been mostly worked out, and there is sleep in our house again! (Thank you, Baby Jesus!)

Lucy still gets up around 5 (IN THE AY EM!) and the Bubba and I need to negotiate and plead and sometimes resort to using our Scary Scolding Voices to get her to lay back down or at least play quietly in her room until a DECENT HOUR, but hey! She's going to bed without much incidence!

Hopefully the timing of the sleeping will iron out (very very soon) and we'll all be so much happier. Oh, don't you worry - I'll keep you posted!

Monday, July 19, 2010

Big Girls and Beds

Lucy has been able to climb out of her crib for a while. No big surprise there - Lucy is as tall as all the three year olds we know and she's a spider-monkey incarnate.

In the beginning, I was able to convince her that "We don't climb out of our bed." But then that stopped working, and she would climb out occasionally to get a book or a toy and bring it back into her bed. Which, actually, I thought was ideal. I mean, she's happy and staying (mostly) in bed, right?

Now. Now, she knows that she can climb in and out at will, she DOES NOT STAY in the crib. We pushed the arm chair right up against the crib so that she wouldn't be risking life and limb any more by launching her little self over the railing to the floor (she had been doing this crazy bounding-leap-to-one-arm-drop maneuver that stopped my heart every time). She can now just hop onto the arm of the chair and down. I think you will agree, though, that this is less than ideal. Even more so since Parenting turned into Bed Policing, and I am not a fan.

Every bedtime minutes after I have tucked her in, I have to decide if she's just getting a different book to read or if she's up playing and not going to bed, and then go into her room, get her settled and tucked, etc. And then do it over again in five or ten minutes. The Bubba and I are constantly barking "Get back in your bed!" or "It's time to go to sleep!" On top of that, instead of going to bed at 7:30 or so, she will finally fall asleep when exhaustion grips her at 9 or 9:30. Oh! And the morning! At around 5:30, instead of rolling over and going back to sleep until 7 or so? SHE GETS UP. Presumably because she can.

There is not a whole lot sweeter in this life than waking up to a little face that belongs to a little person who crawled in to share my warm spot in the bed whispering "Hi Mama." But not at 5:30. I mean, come on.

So! Two things: 1) I'm going to buy a Big Girl bed very very shortly, and 2) HOW DO WE MAKE THAT TRANSITION? Especially if Lucy has a medium to low adaptability quotient (see here for example)? I'm going nuts now, so it can't be any worse, but I need a strategy.

Suggestions, please! Aaaaaand go!

Thursday, July 15, 2010

The Toy House

I'm super picky about buying toys for Lucy. Maybe that's one of the reasons she has so few. She has a music table and a ride-on toy, but other than that, all of her toys fit into one small box. And of this small selection, she actually plays with a smaller selection. So, you know, I'm not anxious to run out and buy her tons of stuff when she can be happy for an hour putting blocks in her "purse" and "going to the grocery store for milk" or driving her matchbox cars up and down the sofa.

For her birthday, I wanted to splurge a little bit, though, and buy her a doll house. At a friend's house she spend a good chunk of time putting the dollies to bed and getting them up again and giving them a bath, and repeat ad nauseam. I thought "What a great present for a two year old!" Thus started the Quest for the Perfect Dollhouse.

My criteria are these:
  1. Must have openy - closey things
  2. Must be small enough that it doesn't take up prime real estate in my Living Space
  3. Must be cute and/or cool (read: wood or really nice even if it's plastic)
  4. Must have parts big enough to have around smaller babies
  5. Must fit into my (meager) budget
Within the scope of this research, The Perfect Dollhouse does not exist. Sad face. Disappointment reigns. What now? Now I'm positively STUCK on this idea, and I can't think of any other birthday present that might even be somewhat appropriate.

So, like any good perfectionist, I drew up some plans for an openy-closey smallish dollhouse. And then I went to Lowes and spend $20ish on materials.

Off I go!
A million library books on dollhouses, my plans taped to the wall!

If it doesn't turn into a big pile of Why Did I Think This Was A Good Idea? I'll let you see the finished project!

Monday, July 12, 2010

Lucy OK

This morning Lucy and I went for a run. I try to keep the runs with her relatively short, because, let's face it, it would suck to be strapped down anywhere for long. Especially for a ... shall we say Energetic almost-two-year-old. But this morning she was being so good and waving to everyone we passed and singing cute songs to herself I went about 6.5 miles, just over an hour. She was such an angel.

And when we got home, I turned PBS kids on and settled her onto her little cushion so that I could shower. This ability is only about two months old, so every time it happens I'm feel as lucky as the first time. I have yet to take this little bit of freedom for granted. (As an aside, if you ask Lucy when Super Why comes on, she'll tell you "When Mama showers.")

I told Lucy that I was going to take a shower and that I would only be a minute. She came to the bathroom, presumably to make sure that showering was indeed my intent and I wasn't actually going to run outside quick and do something fun. And I said "You gonna be ok? I'll keep the door open for you and if you need me I'll just be right here in the tub, you can come see." She replied "Um, how 'bout let's close the door. Lucy watch TV. Mama shower. Lucy ok." with vigorous head nodding and self agreement. I am blown away by how grown up she is sometimes.

Friday, July 9, 2010

Friday Photos: Feeling Hot Hot Hot!

Summer finally came to Seattle! We're so happy that we're spending every waking moment outside trying to soak up every drop of sun.

All long and lean. Where'd my BABY go?

It's been 90 degrees for most of the week, and it looks like next week starts the 70s and breezy days that make summer in Seattle the most amazingy wonderful and beautiful place on this planet.

I set up the drink buckets with water and filled the sand table, and when we're not out and about, you'll find us in the yard: Mama with a library book, Lucy getting dirty!

The garden gets some TLC from my Little.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

Twenty Three

One more month to the twos!

This month has been super fun. We've been getting out of the house more, and, in Lucy's book, that always means good things.

Bubba and Lucy naming clouds

The Bubba and I celebrated our fifth anniversary on Friday and Lucy helped by going down to the market with us and picking out some kitchen gadgets at one of the stores down there and watching the buskers and flower arrangers, etc. The entire time, Lu's mouth was gaping and her head was on swivel. She's been to the market before, but she was really aware of everything this time and it looked like she didn't want to miss a trick.

The Fourth of July was pretty laid back. It rained for most of the afternoon this depressing misty drizzle, so there was no washers tournament or boules or outside anything. We grilled food and then we ate it. Really, that was about the extent of it. Lucy got to play with her little friend Violet, and we were all home and in bed by dusk. I forget how much light we get here in the summer time. Dusk is late - the fireworks at Gas Works didn't start until 10:20! We're lucky enough to be able to see most of them from our bedroom window, so we didn't miss out entirely. We promised Lucy maybe next year she'd see them.

And in true Seattle fashion, summer didn't start until this week. Now the weather report is warning us of temperatures in the 90s for the rest of the week. Yesterday, the first real summery day, the sun was coming in the kitchen window and making a bright warm patch on the linoleum. Lucy touched it with her bare feet and said "Mama! This WARM." And I said, "Um, yeah, it's the SUN." And Lucy galloped around in the sunny patch singing "Sun, sun, sunsunsun. Sun, sun, sunsunsun!" Like she never seen it before! I was kicking myself for not having the camera close because it was hilarious.

Lucy's also started telling jokes. She'll say "Ummmmmmm ..." And then say the first word that comes to mind like "PANTS!" and then she'll collapse into hysterical giggles. I can't help but laugh with her, but I'll be the first to admit the humor is a little beyond me.

Bwah hah hah hah!

This stage comes with new challenges too. Lucy can climb out of her crib easily now, and does it at will. It's about time for a big girl bed. I mean, if she's going to climb out anyway, I'd rather the bed be 10 inches off the ground instead of 40. And the frustration and acting out usually ends up with her screaming at me, which, of course, inspires words of patience in loving tones to leave my mouth. Ok, well, maybe I have some work to do there. But for the most part, Lucy and I are TIGHT.

Next up! TWO!