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Bathroom Humor

I've been looking forward to tonight's dinner ever since my dad brought me some of the salmon that he'd caught in Oregon.  Since I'm selfish & wanted to keep the salmon where it would be appreciated (my stomach), I decided to make just enough for myself and Randy.  Chicken nuggets were on the girls' menu & they couldn't be happier. 

As I was getting dinner ready, Randy mentioned that, "Wouldn't it be easier to feed the girls now & then eat the yummy [he might not have said yummy] salmon after they went to bed?"  They do sometimes interrupt dinner just a bit.  But oh, no.  I insisted that we need to eat together as a family and blah blah blah it's good for our children, or something. 

True to form, the little darlings finished dinner before we were half way through savoring our meal.  We sent them into the bathroom to wash their hands & hoped we could buy ourselves a few more minutes of peace with the ever-lovin' boob tube.  Which is when Bridgie came back to tell us that she'd peed her pants (oh yeah, we're potty training - F.U.N.).  Randy got up and put our sweet baby girl in the tub & told GracieGirl to hop in.  As he came back in I enjoyed a few more bites of my dinner.  Which is when the crying started (oh, it gets worse.  much worse).  Since crying is relatively old news around here, I waited until Gracie came in shouting to see the drama.  Without listening to her, I barked to "get in the tub," and ran into the bathroom. 

The sight of my sweet angel baby daughter sitting there in the bath is forever burned into my brain.  I came into the bathroom to be greeted by Bridgie crying and holding what can only be described as two very large logs. 

This is a first for me as a mama.  I even remember when Grace was a baby, talking to another mom and thinking smugly that that was something my kid would never do.  Yeah.  Karma's a b!*ch. 

I am so thankful that Randy was home, because while I bleached the tub, he took the girls into our bathroom to clean them up. 

Aannnnddd. . .it happened again in our tub.  Oh yeah.  Because once is not enough. 
Now the bathrooms might have needed cleaning, but really?  She could have just used a few of those words that she's so recently discovered to tell me so. 

The best part?  When B asked about the root beer float for desert that had been discussed very early in the evening, Randy responded, "Uh, no.  You've had a floater already."  xoxo

We Landed on the Moon 40 Years Ago

 

Baby B Buns to celebrate!  xoxo

Two Years Are Better Than One

My sweet Baby B is turning two tomorrow.  TWO!  It's funny how two used to seem so old and child-like, but now I still view Bridget as my baby.  I suppose she will always be looked at as the baby of the family (lucky girl), even when she's thirty (you know, old). 
In true GlancyGirl fashion, we started celebrating last night with a present and cake.  Always wanting to keep up with her big sister*, we got her a bicycle so she didn't have to run after GracieGirl every time Grace rode her bike. 
As for the rest of her birth-week, we'll be spending it at the Happiest Place on Earth, and yes I am too excited to sleep!
You know who else was excited?  Bridgie, getting her birthday bike!  Something brand new!  Just for her!  Not a hand-me-down!  Here's proof that not everything she owns used to belong to her sister: 

Bridgie's 2nd from nicole glancy on Vimeo.

xoxo

*What?  I didn't tell you that Gracie learned to ride a big girl bike (something we thought would never happen) all by herself while we were in Yosemite?  Oh, I didn't even post pictures from Yosemite, or from the river trip after that?  At least I'll have something to post about when we return!

PS- I just realized that the photo album from B's first birthday is still in the sidebar to the left.  This means I am almost as good a blogger as I am a mama! 

It's Early, But Diapers Stink

We're passively potty training Bridgie right now.  Which really just means that when she goes to hide under the table to conduct her business I rush her to the bathroom and try to bribe her into going on the toilet.  She usually ends up giving up and going as soon as I put the diaper back on her. 

This morning I tried to bribe her with candy, which I'm kind of against because I hate to use food as a reward, but that girl does love her some num-nums.  To make it fair I've told GracieGirl that if Bridgie goes in the potty, Gracie can have a piece of candy too.  The best part of potty training (ish) so far?  Watching GracieGirl explain pottying to Bridgie, complete with very theatrical actions.  xoxo

PS - Pinkalicious party update coming soon! 

Pismo Beach

I knew that when we went to the beach, it would give me something to blog about.  I thought I could at least fill the page with pictures of the most beautiful children alive. 

And that sweet man I love so much. 
But really, who knew that this little demon would be such a daredevil? 
No broken legs this time, though.  Can I get an Amen? 
Turns out that my sweet-20-month-old-angel really likes to ride her big sister's quad. 
So much so that she hops on it every chance she gets.  If it happens to be running, then she's off, even though steering is something she has yet to master or even think about.  And if it's not running?  She reaches down and tries to start it herself, the determined little cuss. 
Here's an example of excellent parenting:  toddler driving an OHV without a helmet, in her bathing suit.  While her barefoot daddy tries to keep up. 

If this was the least of my worries with that girl, I think I could survive, but then she had to go and get herself abducted at the butterfly exhibit. 
As we were walking up the the exhibit an old man patted GracieGirl on the head as he walked past.  Wierd, but no harm done.  As he passed Randy and Bridget who were a few paces behind us, he bent down, picked sweet Baby B up and started walking away.  It's lucky that Randy was with her and that he has a soft spot for the blue-hairs, because I'm pretty sure I would've been throwin' down with an old guy by this time. 
"Oh, no.  She's coming home with with me.  Yes, isn't she cute, but I'm gonna keep her." Is all Randy had to say to make the senile old man's wife come tell him to give the baby back.  She is cute, and I know if she wasn't mine already I might be inclined to steal her away too, so we'll cut the old guy some slack. 
GracieGirl had a great time too.  She conquered the dunes with class and didn't complain once when she had to push her quad up some hills.  She said that seeing the butterflies was her best day ever.

Next up: Mammoth at the end of the month, I'm sure I'll have more material by then.  xoxo

Moisturizing

Bridgie has pretty dry skin, so this morning she gave herself an oatmeal bath.  In her breakfast.  xoxo

Smart Phone

I was sitting here thinking what a genius Baby B is for bringing me a sippy cup with the matching lid and gasket when she put the lid up to her ear and said, "Hello." 
Mama talks on the phone way too much.  (Which is funny because I really hate to talk on the phone.)  xoxo

The Bounce Is Back

Baby B got her cast off on Friday and we were glad to see it go.  Not just because it is good to have an unbroken baby, but because that thing was really starting to stink.  This whole broken leg think has really been difficult for me (it is all about me). 
Bath time has been super-duper fun.  First a wash cloth wrapped around the cast, followed by a shopping bag, then double hair scrunchies.  And it would still get wet.  And dirty.  And nasty.  So when the thing came off, we ripped the lining out and stuck it in the cedar chest.  My dad suggested having it bronzed. 
Aside from washing Bridgie, it did slow her down a bit which was nice (Mother of the Year, you know). Now that the cast is off, though she is full speed ahead.  One moment she'll be standing there with her peg leg held funny, then all of a sudden she'll realize that the cast is gone, squeal and break into something on the brink of a run (frankenstein style, of course). 
The hardest part of the Broken Leg Incident of '08 has been my mental anguish (me me me again, didn't you notice the title of the blog?).  I've been a little extra worried about my baby.  As second-born she hasn't really been subject to the anxiety of a first time mommy.  I know there is a lesson to be learned in everything, so maybe she needs to be babied a little bit more.  Maybe I'll have to wait until she's two to let her try skydiving. 

A healthy leg without a cast.  It's a good thing.  xoxo
PS - Notice how I can quote Jay-Z and Martha in the same post?  Now that's talent.  I think. 

Sticks and Stones

Baby B knows a few words, but her favorites are "hi," "bye bye," and "Dada."  She doesn't say these words just once, it's more like a monotone hi. hi. hi. hi.  Plus a few more hi's thrown in in case you didn't hear her the first fifteen times. 
She also uses these words to mean different things.  Like when she's about to put her hand in the littler box and I shout, "Bridgie, NO!  Don't touch!"  She smiles sweetly, "Hi."  That hi clearly means, "I'm an angel here on earth, I wouldn't possibly do something so un-angel-like." 
She uses bye bye almost as much as hi.  Any time that I'm on the phone, she loves to put her hand to her ear and say, "Bye bye."  "Bye bye."  I'm pretty sure that's her way of saying that I talk on the phone entirely too much. 
My favorite is probably Dada.  Randy was feeling pretty special about the fact that she was constantly asking for him, until we figured out that she also calls GracieGirl and me Dada.  And then when she wants more of something she says Mama.  Maybe she's making more sense than I thought.  xoxo

Peggy

So, um, my baby broke her leg.  Baby B fell off one of the steps in the camper and broke her teeny little tibia.  I've been trying to think of a funny way to say this where I don't sound like I abuse and neglect my child.  The only thing I can think of is that we should have named her Ilene (because she leans). 
Remember all those times when I joked about Bridgie being a daredevil who climbs everything?  Not so funny anymore.  Really, Ive almost been expecting this for the past few months, the kid does climb everything. 
I'll recount the details later, but until then, try not to look at her little leg and shed a tear. 

And then look at our pictures from the river and cheer yourself up.  xoxo