Nudists in December (cold buns)

I think I’m raising a nudist…

For the last 2 days Emily has spun into a crazy tantrum if I don’t let her take all her clothes off. I’m trying to be open about it because she appears to want to potty train. So she takes all her clothes off then sits on the potty for 2 seconds and then wants to run around naked. It’s cute so I let her and she runs back and forth to the potty not peeing in it. Then she gets bored of the potty, which she insists must sit directly in front of the Christmas tree. (Nothing like peeing with good scenery). Now picture this huge fight to put a diaper on again. I’m not against potty training, but I am against nudists peeing on my carpet. We get the clothes on…she takes them off again. We put them on again, she gets distracted for 10 minutes…then off they come again…Ahhhh. For serious I don’t think I’d mind so much, but its December. Who has time for nudists in December? Who wants to be a nudist in December?? It’s getting old to say the least.

My mom was my hero today! Yay Mom. She rescues me lots, but today was just one of those days. I played on the worship team at church and my mom held Em while I was on stage. Right after I took Em to the Nursery to play until Sunday School time. The second we got in there she started freaking out.”Teacher Karen!!!!!!!”(note: to save room I condensed the “!” ‘s to a minimum.) Teacher Karen is Em’s new favorite person. Who doesn’t love a class that always has food! We are trying to get Emily used to Sunday School early so she will have an easier transition. Anyways…So today I was just in the mom mode of “AHHHH” when my mom came to find me in the nursery. She asked if I wanted to let her take Em to Sunday school. one big loud “Hallelujah” later, I was calmly walking back to my seat at the front of the church as if I hadn’t been ready to pull all my hair out. My mom was such a life saver today!

A tradition I love is opening stockings. I love all the neat little things you get Christmas morning. It’s rather silly, but probably my favorite part is the orange in the toe of the stocking. I’m not sure why, but its tradition. We talked about tradition at church today. So yes I admit it’s a tradition AND I don’t know why. Still have the “Tradition” song in my head from “fiddler on the roof”.

I feel like my blog is a little disjointed today, or maybe I just have crappy segues, but thats a lil’ look see into my brain for today. Here’s to tomorrow!

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Here is me right after snowboarding in the back yard!

It happened

I expected it to happen. I had been told my entire life that it would happen. Some how I pictured it differently.

As per usual Morgan headed into Emily’s room to wake her up in the morning.(She just learned the word Morning and told everyone at church her new word today it was cute.) He always sings to her the good morning song. I was sitting at the Computer when I hear this “Courtenay. I need your help”. My response”Change the poopy diaper yourself.”But that wasn’t all.

To illustrate our conversation I have to first tell you that Emily still doesn’t say “R” yet. I cant do the accent in typing so I’ll have to use brackets and you’ll have to use your imagination.

Morgan: “Courtenay I need your help”
Courtenay: “Change the poopy diaper yourself”
Morgan: “It happened”

Courtenay enter the scene. Emily is only sort of wearing her onsie and no diaper.
Emily is standing in her crib holding something in her hand out to me.
Emily: “Shi(R)t, Shi(R)t,Shi(R)t,Shi(R)t”
Courtenay: “Thats right it is. How does she know that word? Morgan”
Morgan:*gag*”I didn’t teach her it.”*gag* “Grab her.”

Courtenay:”Um…no.”
Courtenay leaves and runs bath. Morgan laughs loudly in Emily’s room.
Courtenay deals with Emily and Morgan takes it like a man and cleans the poo poo off the wall and the crib and the sheets and the toys, and the music crib thing. Courtenay is sooo proud of Morgan.

As I was getting Emily re-dressed she kept saying “No Shi(R)t“. Thats when I figure out she means shirt and that there was poo poo on it and now there isn’t. Um gross.

I immediately had to phone my mom and tell her that Emily finally paid her back for my artistic moment at age 2 with the same medium. If you don’t have paint you use what you have ok. Then your parents just get better at pinning you in your clothes.

The goal this week: Teach the baby to say her “R”‘s!

The Rule of getting Wet.

Today we took our friends Nathan and Danielle to our quaint little restaurant Nanna’s and Poppa’s. I thoroughly enjoyed my lunch and Em wasn’t overly bad. This has become a crappy phase. The whole “NO NO NO NO NO” thing is getting old. Even if she wants something she says no. It like having to use reverse psychology constantly. Today she grabbed Morgans arm while he was turning on the ipod dock. She knows she isn’t supposed to touch it, so she grabbed his arm firmly and said “NO HANDS!”. Soo cute. We had her infant development lady come and watch her play this week. Its neat because you get to see where she is at for her age. Because she is a preemie they keep checking on her. This weeks conclusion:?? Emily is ahead in everything!! Yay! We were pretty sure she is ahead in her speech, but figured she’d be behind in her motor skills or something, but nope. The only thing is that with her being ahead we hit the 2 year old stage much faster I guess. The Lady warned me about that. Im sooo excited.

We decided to go for a walk around Sepa lake today and dragged our Nathan and Danielle with us. It was a gorgeous day. We walked around to the bridge and found it closed for repairs. They have redone all the 108 lake trail bridges. Soo nice. Anyways. We decided to keep on walking maybe to the beach or something. Halfway to the beach Emily decided she was walking and that was final. She walked a long ways. She even stopped to pick up some dried up bear poop much to her mommy’s “EW. Gross!!!” factor. At the beach we stopped for a swing. It was so nice so we kept talking and walking. Half way between the beach and my parents house Em did her business and so we took a detour to steal diapers from my parents house. By that point it was too far to go back the other way so we kept right on walking. I used to ride my bike around the lake all the time, but I haven’t for years so it was really nice to be out there again.

We have this funny thing that says “Pretty much any time Courtenay is near water she will get wet. It doesn’t even matter what time of year it is”. If you know me for very long you will find out that is true. I figured I was doing good by avoiding the lake and not even walking on the beach. WRONG. We got back to Sepa lake and as we were walking around it to where we parked we noticed it was getting really cloudy. Then it started to mist us. It felt nice because we had just done a 6 or 7K walk. But then is went rapidly from spitting at us to raining to pouring, to dumping and by the time we made it into the parking lot hailing! how crazy is that. It was a gorgeous day. I guess its my fault for not just tripping and falling in the lake. Sorry guys for getting you all wet. Haha.

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