Tee hee...today is 4/20. And it's Tuesday! Time for more random thoughts! Woot!
I'm not the sort of mom who would enter my daughter into a pageant, but WERE there a pageant that was judged on pure spunk alone, my daughter would come out with the crown without even trying! If the Terrible Two's are defined by a streak of independence and the subsequent naughtiness that follows close behind, well folks, we are in full swing. This past weekend alone, Sybilla sat in timeout on six different occasions and got spanked at least twice. And the worst part of all is that even though she hates both forms of punishment, neither of them are enough of a deterrant to stop misbehaving. Ok, maybe that's the second worst part. Really the worst part is that I hate having to discipline my child, because inevitably I reach a point in which my patience wears mighty thin and let's face it, there really isn't anything worse than acting just like the two year old whose behaviour is being questioned to begin with. [sigh] Parenthood is fun!
And speaking of little Miss Independent, several times this weekend I caught Billa doing things all by her little self without any help from a big person. For example, she climbed up to the counter to snag a banana. While I admire her tenacity at doing things herself and a desire for such a healthy fruit, it was the third one that day and I have to draw the line somewhere! I can only take so many fruity smelling diapers. Gross, I know, but anyone who's a mom knows EXACTLY what I'm talking about. Poop should not smell like blueberries, especially when none have been consumed.
She also managed to turn on the water faucet in her bathroom by herself:
And did this too:
Honestly, I have no idea what this was about because it wasn't even close to naptime. But hey, if she wants to nap in a laundry basket, who am I to prevent naptime? Seems like a win win to me!
This evening we will be dining on tacos (heh heh...tacos rule!) at my sister in law's apartment, so to kill some time after I picked up Sybilla I took her to Target to try on swimsuits. Sybilla did really well and I just about died laughing when I put on a suit and she's go, "Mama, dat's coot!" Hey, at least someone in that dressing room was pleased with how I looked in a swimsuit! It wasn't as bad as in years past, but I haven't lost all the weight I want and I'm in between sizes right now. Plus, Target only has three different styles (in a myriad of colors) to choose from, so I may have to look elsewhere. I just don't want to spend a ton of cash on a swimsuit for one season, knowwhatimean?
That's all the randomness I can muster...time for tacos!