The Balancing Act

As with most children and as you've probably realized from my last post, "lavender perfume," my lovelies are a little obsesses with the toilet these days.  This includes the functions, the look, the general idea of it.  We've always had a few issues in the #2 department at our house.  We've seen doctors, taken meds, and we generally spend long amounts of time in the bathroom in order to "take care of business," if you know what I mean.

For the past year, it seems as though Sophia has turned into a copycat version of Gavin in almost every way.  He says something, she mimics it like a parrot.  It seems never-ending...right down to the toilet. He takes a long time, she takes a long time.  We praise him for going #2, we'd better praise her, because she'll make it a point to tell you she deserves it. 

More recently, Sophia has taken up to checking out her "product."  She'll analyze it and give you the run down on shape, color and density.  Sometimes I think she might be a nurse or on an ER clean up crew or something.  Nothing phases her and she wants the world to know her talent as she'll yell it across the house, well...maybe even the neighbors can hear all the details at this point. 

Obviously I'm not going to put a picture of the real deal, but here is her latest and greatest...snowman poo.  She believes herself to be an toilet acrobat of sorts as she is able to balance poo in order to create a snowman-like effect and be very proud. 

After learning this about our family, do you wonder what kind of craziness happens that I don't post about?  There isn't much, but it does make me a little worried at times.  Should I consider this a talent?  Is she a budding artist waiting to break through?  Or is she just a little silly?  Maybe all three.  This kind of stuff keeps us laughing though and it's another memory I just don't want to forget.



 

Lavender Perfume

Recently, I purchased a Lysol urinal cake contraption that goes in our toilet bowl to keep it a little cleaner than it has been, which by the way, doesn't seem to do any good.  It seems to be the "talk of the town" for our house as it is so fun, interesting and unique to our children.  In fact, it has become somewhat of a toy...who can pee on it?  who can touch it?  who can put their face up to it and smell it?  Gross.

Gavin is especially in love with it as he tries to create craters with his forceful pees.  One of which splattered on me while I was giving a bath to Sophia. Needless to say, I almost threw up.  I had pee splattered all over me, while he laughed.  We had a convo after that.

Not even 10 minutes later, I go downstairs (after baths) and see Sophia at the bottom of the stairs.  She is smiling at me, all clean and cute.  I should have suspected something was weird at this moment, but I didn't, I'm a doofus.  I sit down at the last step and snuggle with her for a moment and she says all the right words, "Mama, I love you so much, etc."  She gives me a hug, runs her hands through my hair, clutches my face with affection. 

"What is that smell?" I ask her, knowing it smelled familiar, but not linking it to something specific.  She smiles.  "Did you just spray perfume or something?" I ask.  "No," she replies with a smirk.  "Well what is it?" I ask again, wondering why the odor was so strong.  Then, it hit me.  Like a ton of bricks to the face.  It was the Lysol urinal cake and its lavender aroma. All. Over. Me.

My hair, my face, my clothes, everything smelled like it now.  What's wrong with my children?! Why are they touching things in the toilet?! For real, do we need to see a counselor about this?  I walk into the bathroom to find that a scoopful has been dug out of the cake, by a little finger.  Yuck.

The picture doesn't do it justice as you can just barely see the finger gouge running across it.  So, if I walk by you and you sniff a little lavender, think to yourself, "I bet she's been attacked by the urinal cake monster again."  Lesson learned.  Don't trust a little smirking girl at the bottom of the stairs...she's probably guilty.

The "Joker"

So, I have a girl.  Yes, a girl to raise, with the help of my husband (who is actually wrapped around her finger and is no help at all to the process at times).

 

It takes everything in our power to keep cosmetics out of her hands and, yes, she is only 3.  I have no idea what will happen in 10 years, when hormones will be raging and the perfect color of lipstick will be required for going to the mall, but right now, I'm a little worried.

 

She is a little diva.  Her nails are painted at all times.  Her hair is styled in just the right way (for her) and, of course, she has input on her clothes...take a look below.  Yes, those are pool shoes joined with a handmade Guatemalan dress.  She definitely exhibits her own personality.  Who am I to veer her away from herself? 

She's especially into "lipstick" or rather chapstick that we call lipstick to save the couches from stains. :)  Here is our little "joker," chapstick-ridden little lady.  When she was born, I never imagined how much fun, and craziness, she would bring to our family.  Her spunk makes me smile sometimes and makes me scream others, but I wouldn't have it any other way.  She my girl.

Baxter Is Out of Control!

"Baxter, calm down.  Don't calm up!"-Sophia

A Fort Kind Of Night

Another night of flashlight tag, chase, kid shows? No, let's spice it up and create a huge daddy inspired fort city, otherwise known as Pillow Corner, Blanket Town.  This is has been fit with 2 trees, a surrounding road and a car to boot.  We've added a few wall lights for ambience and enjoyed an evening of book reading with flashlights and a lot of laughs.  Here are a few pictures of our family fun night.

Ouchie