Do you ever have a bunch of pictures with no unifying theme and yet want to blog about them all at once?
Well, here we go.
1. Kitty loves pickle juice. If I dump it out before she gets a sip, she is greatly displeased.
2. Lydia is adorable.
3. I took away her pacifiers last Friday night. Her pacifiers were pretty much her favorite possession. She wanted all of them in bed with her each night, she would clutch them in her fists like a bouquet. Every few minutes she would spit out one and replace it with another for a few sucks. And then the next, and the next.
However, during the night if one fell out of her bed she would wake up and scream, “PACI!!!! PACI!!!! MOM!! I DOPPED IT!! MOMMMMMMM!!!” until I would get out of bed and crawl under her crib to retrieve the prodigal pacifier. Even if she still had 3 other pacifiers in her bed, she could not rest without each of them safe in her grasp.
This was very annoying.
What man of you, having an hundred pacis, if he lose one of them, doth not leave the ninety and nine in the wilderness, and go after that which is lost, until he find it? (The wilderness in this scenario is under her crib, a treacherous land of dust bunnies and stray socks.)
So, Friday I cut the nipples off her pacifiers and let her discover them around the house. I thought she would weep and gnash her teeth, but she seemed more in shock than anything else. She carried them around with her for hours repeating, “Paci cut. Wook. Paci, cut!”. And I would reply, “Yes, your pacis are broken. It’s time to throw them away. No more pacis.”
And then she collected them up and put them in the trash. I thought, “Woohoo! Piece of cake!”
Then she wouldn’t go to sleep for hours the first night. And she wakes up at 5 a.m. each morning and whereas I used to just pop her paci back in her mouth and she would go back to sleep, now we are stuck with this demanding little dictator who orders us around and then bounces on us while we try to get a few more minutes of sleep. “MILK!!!” or “I WATCH WAWA!!” (Lalaloopsy) No bueno, mija. NO BUENO.
Luckily, her adorableness saves her every minute of every day.
4. Today I decided the mullet had lived its last day. And I tried to trim her hair while she sat on my lap.
It went like you would expect a lap haircut with a one year old would go. It’s not perfect, but it looks better. Hopefully it will keep the back of her hair from turning into as much of a cotton candy-bird-nest thing each night.
5. I love to see Kitty carrying Mr. Bingley around like so:
I pick him up and he tries to chew my face off, but he turns into a teddy bear whenever Kitty holds him. Yesterday he sat in her lap and watched MegaMind for 40 minutes. He is pretty sweet. I mean, he is a puppy and he poops and pees everywhere the second you take your eyes off him and tries to eat our socks and our toes and all that puppy stuff, but his adorableness saves him every minute of every day.
God totally knows what he is doing by sending the youngsters here with the great big eyes and chubby soft bodies. Well played, God. Well played.