Quickie

My baby turned two.  TWO!!  Holy crap where did the time go?  I will get around to writing her 2 year letter and posting pictures of her birthday party soon! 

For now...here's a sneak peak:

Little Miss Manners

I am obessed with modeling good manners to Isla...as I'm sure most parents are.  Isla has really picked up her polite words lately, and the cuteness just kills me. 

Cha Choo = Thank You
Yo Wawa = Your Welcome
Skee Skee = Excuse Me
PEASE! = Please :)

I love hearing her little voice say "Cha choo, Mama" after I give her apple juice.  Or her yelling "Skee skee cars" when we are stuck in traffic and she wants the cars to move.  Lately she's even gone so far as to say "No cha choo" when she doesn't want something.  So sweet.

A few mornings ago when I went into her room to wake her up (for daycare...normally I would NEVER wake her!) she opened her eyes, smiled, and said "Pretty clothes mama!"  Adorable.  I can't get enough of this fun age! 

She is also starting to use adjectives to describe things.  Her favorites are cute, cool, and awesome.  Seriously hearing her little voice yell "AWESOME!" just makes my day.  At the doctor's office last week she made sure to tell the doctor that I had a "cute baby" in my tummy.  It is NOT just a regular baby.  Definitely a cute baby. 

So yeah.  My kid is awesome.  She still has plenty of tantrums and is refusing to nap almost daily...BUT I'm trying to focus on the positive :)   See...she even knows how to match her sunglasses to her swimsuit.  Pure awesomeness!

Today I wanted to punch a small child in the face.

I hate mean kids.  I especially hate unsupervised mean kids.

Isla and I were having a blast at the Children's Museum today until a nasty little boy, about her age, came up and hit Isla out of the blue.  Poor Isla looked stunned and wasn't sure what to do.  To be honest, I wasn't sure what to do either!  I really wanted to sucker punch that kid and run away with my child, but I comforted Isla and led her to a nearby ball pit.  She seemed to immediately forget her vicious attack, but then moments later the kid ran over to the ball pit and started throwing balls at her!  One of them was a little wooden ball and it hit her right on the head!  Now at this point I'm FUMING.  Isla gets her pouty lower lip and gives me this look like, why is he doing this to me??  Thankfully, his mom noticed the last ball he threw, and ran over and removed him from the area.  No apologies or anything though!  What are you teaching your child lady?!  I make Isla apologize (well technically I apologize for her) any time she accidentally hurts someone (Isla has yet to intentionally hurt anyone!). 

Anyway, my heart literally ached seeing Isla get hurt like that.  I know it's only a taste for what is to come.  As much as I want to, I can't always protect Isla from mean kids and getting her feelings hurt, but I wish I could!

The great thing about kids is how resilient they are!  After a few hugs and assuring her that she didn't do anything wrong...she was back to her happy self.  And just to prove how awesome my kid is: A few minutes later we ventured into the music room and Isla grabbed a few mallets to use on the various instruments.  A little boy walked in wanting to play but there were no mallets left.  I asked Isla to share with the little boy and she walked right up to him and said, "There you go" and gave him one of hers.  She didn't argue with me, she didn't selfishly refuse, she was more than happy to share!  Of course, moments like this make me extra proud to be her mama. 

My kid is awesome.  And she is super cute too!

Letters I'd love to send...

Dear Hemorrhoids,

You are a pain in the ass.  Literally.  I hate you with all of my heart.  You are making me miserable and I'm terrified of what is still to come.  Please retreat back into my ass and hide forever. 

Thanks,

Betsy




Dear Man Who Invented PeaPod,

Amazing work!  Seriously.  Genious.  I love you.  Nothing beats shopping on the couch, and having the groceries delivered less than 24 hours later and carried into my kitchen!  LOVE!   Because of you, I will rarely need to see the inside of a grocery store.  This makes me insanely happy.

Much Love,

Betsy




Dear Angela,

I enjoy beating you at Words With Friends.  It makes me feel extra smart.

Love,

Betsy




Dear Lady at CVS who gave me a dirty look for buying a Mountain Dew,

SCREW YOU!  I strongly believe it was Mountain Dew that made my first child so awesomely smart.

With No Love,

Betsy




Dear Tom,

Thanks for ditching Isla's birthday party.  Isla asked about her Uncle several times.  Remember, I did check with you 2 months in advance to assure you were free on that date.  You are very selfish. I know your phone worked since I saw you called dad on Sunday.  I hope you are scared to contact me.  You should be.  Next time, grow some balls and at least send a text or email saying you weren't going to make it.  Maybe mom really did drop you on your head or microwave you as a baby.  Dad might be on to something...

Betsy

Dear Brevin,

I'm sorry we don't have an official name picked out for you yet.  I'm starting to lean more towards Brevin, but I am very indecisive and I may change my mind.  So I hope calling you all sorts of random names while you are in my tummy doesn't confuse you :)

You have been an awesome little baby this pregnancy.  I complain a lot, but I know people who have had it much worse.  Thanks for not making me barf.  I'd take exhaustion and a general "blah" feeling over puking any day. 

I was a little worried when I found out you were a boy.  I don't know much about boy things...so we'll get to learn things together!  We, however, will not be learning anything about hockey, Boy Scouts, Star Wars, wrestling, or Harry Potter, okay?  But we will do lots of other fun things.  Your sister, Isla, is very excited to meet you!  She has been giving my belly lots kisses and saying, "Hi cute baby!"  You are so loved already and we haven't even met you yet!

I have a few favors to ask of you.  First, please come a tiny bit early.  Maybe just 1 week.  That would be great.  Also, please exit my vagina.  The emergency escape route through my tummy has been closed for good.  (Well, I mean if you realllllllllllllllllllllly need to come out that way, I'm not going to say no!)  Finally, please stop sucker punching my bladder.  Thanks. 

I am so excited to meet you, little man!  September can't come soon enough. 

Love,
Mama