Sugar and spice and everything nice…

Here are four ways Lil L is vastly different than her brother. She is kinda a girly girl (and I kinda like it).

1. The dancing. Lil L absolutely loves to get her groove on. To country music, to nursery rhymes, to commercial jingles, to the Muzak in the elevator… The girl has rhythm!

2. The singing. In that same vein, Lil L absolutely loves music in general and loves to sing. She already has several songs down and she hums the theme song to Paw Patrol almost continuously. (Parenting win, I know)

3. The stuffed animals. She has yet to meet a stuffie she doesn’t cuddle and snuggle with, but she has one stuffed monkey that is her inseparable buddy. He is in our professional family portraits and I recently bought a spare monkey just in case something happened to the first one…because that would be a disaster.

4.  The hair. Oh yes, it is growing. It is not quite to the braids and updo stage, but I can just barely fit her hair into pigtails. It may have been a goat rodeo, but I took pictures for proof:

  
Oh…and she can out eat her brother any day of the week. That’s my girl 🙂

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Toddler Yin and yang

Life is all about balance…yin and yang…burpees then peanut butter cups (isn’t that really the point of a burpee?)  

Lately, Lil C has been quite the Threenager. And for those not acquainted to the term (lucky you), it is a three year old going on..I don’t know…15 years old. He is all sass and attitude these days. My loveable little boy is still in there somewhere, but often my little smooch is buried beneath quite the independent little attitude.  Lately, anytime he is asked to do something he doesn’t want to do (eat his meal, pick up his toys, go pee), he literally looks at us and sighs. HE SIGHS! All we are missing here is an eye roll!  

He has also told me, on several occasions, “Well Mom, it is not my problem, it is your problem.” Oh yes buddy, it is most definitely your problem.  And it is going to become an even bigger problem with that attitude.  And then, today, he told the Hubs “Well, Dad, you need to just go to bed” when he was asked to start eating his dinner (for like the fiftieth time). 

And, lest I forget, he has started locking himself in the bathroom when he is asked to do something he really doesn’t want to do (like nap).  That is the true gem.

On the other hand, Lil L (graduated from Baby L) is sliding right into the vacant position of golden child. Sure, she still has her rough days, but at 15 months, she is really coming into her own. She will now follow commands (well, when she wants to) and she is eating and sleeping like a champ.  

Tonight, when it was time for her to go to bed, I asked her to grab her monkey and bear (her bedtime companions) and come over to me. She immediately stopped what she was doing, grabbed the two stuffies and came right over. She gave hugs and kisses to the Hubs and I and went to her crib without as much as a peep. 

Now, she isn’t completely sass-free because that sass is in her bones…but she is maturing into a very teachable toddler. 

Welcome to our yin and yang. 

Two peas in a pod

Two buds…

  
When they truly team up, the Hubs and I are in BIG trouble…

First day of Preschool

So, this happened.

  
This would be my little ham on his FIRST DAY OF PRESCHOOL! As you can see here, he is not lacking in the confidence department. 

How is it that he is already old enough for preschool? One more blink and he will be leaving for college. 

Where is that damn pause button?

Thanks, but no thanks

Well..what do we have here?

  
It would be Lil C…pretending to sleep..next to a diaper box filled with ball-pit style balls.  And not just any balls. Balls that he received from one of my co-workers while he was visiting me at lunchtime. 

Since receiving this monster-sized garbage bag of balls, he has refused to part with them. THANK YOU, CO-WORKER.  We definitely didn’t have enough crap (err..toys) already crowding us out of house and home. We definitely needed some ball-pit style balls. I mean, who doesn’t?

Also, did I mention he goes absolutely ape when his sister gets anywhere near these things? And that she is just as obsessed with them? And he looks at me like I’m nuttier than a fruitcake when I tell him that there are more than enough to share? And instead I get to hear two high pitched screams fighting over these flipping balls? Again, THANK YOU CO-WORKER. I will remember this generosity.