Wednesday, July 14, 2010

just felt like writing......

I still can't believe Flora said "penis" in church . . . that has got to be the worst possible thing that any parent could imagine their 2-year-old daughter blurting out in a church setting.

But anyway . . .

Flora goes through phases in which she gets attached to a particular object and wants to take it to bed with her. We recently graduated from the sippy-cup-full-of-water phase and are now in the middle of the Kleenex phase. She just wants a Kleenex to hold in her hand when she goes to sleep. Last night, shortly after putting her to bed, I heard pathetic whimpering at her door. I went to the door to try to figure out what she was saying and realized she was crying because "mine Kleenex has a hole in it." The situation was easily taken care of by providing her with a new, hole-less Kleenex. She is also sleeping with her toy cell phone right now. Other phases she has gone through include books, balls, various dolls, a plastic Easter egg, a toy spatula, a monkey, a My Little Pony, and others that have escaped my memory. The Easter egg was one of my favorites. I would put her into bed and she would hold out her little hand and whisper, "My egg, my egg, Mommy" until I put the egg in her hand. Silly kid.

Scout is currently fascinated with "Daddy's bed." I guess 1-year-olds assume that Mommys don't sleep. First thing in the morning, Scout will request to go to Daddy's bed and all three of us will hang out in Daddy's bed for a little while---usually until Scout wakes up enough to start taking flying leaps from one parent to the other. Two days ago, Scout woke up extra early so I let him look at Flora's new Dora coloring book while Chris and I tried to sleep a little bit longer. As we dozed for an extra ten minutes, Scout was busy decorating Chris' back with stickers from the Dora book. It kept him entertained and neither of us realized what he was doing until we woke up later (woke up to him jumping on us, no doubt). So, Chris woke up to a back covered in Dora . . . something I'm sure he never would have imagined happening to him pre-kids.

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