"I'm Not Crazy...I'm Eating"

I told Hailey she was crazy because she stuffed a whole strawberry in her mouth, and this was the response I got. Not sure why I thought it was so funny. Maybe it's just because I've been away from her for 3 days.

Our Latest Princess Purchase

May I just begin by saying that I think many Mom's would agree with me when I say that Disney is the Devil. Their Princess packaging is so catchy that my child is obsessed, despite my best efforts to shield her from their primarily pink, perfectly-proportioned, and poignantly anti-normal girl faces. Yes, I ran out of p-words, but you get the point!

That being said, on our last trip to Target (thus the previous post), I wanted to buy Hailey some bedding for her new big girl bed. Shocker as to what she picked out...Princesses! As a compromise, I offered to buy her a Princess stool in exchange for buying bedding that was not adorned with Princesses but also was made out of something other than 100% Polyester. My sinister plan worked. She latched on to the stool. I was thrilled because she actually needed a stool to get on the potty all by herself. I'm a genius!

Yes, I was a genius until we got home. That's where my plan fell apart. Shockingly, she's not interested in using the stool for the potty. No. She wants to use the stool to run around the house flicking the lights on and off, reaching things on the counter, and otherwise making mischief at heights never before thought possible. Now, I know that she didn't intentionally trick me into buying the stool so that she could use it for these ulterior motives, but sometimes I just get the sense that she's outsmarted me again!

Top 10 Reasons You Should NOT Take a Toddler to Target

10. Long aisles serve as racetracks.

9. Sitting in the cart is only a temporary state of being.

8. Clothes racks make fun forts.

7. Giant red balls out front require inspection from on top.

6. Over-stimulation makes for good times for hours to come.

5. So much to grab, so little time.

4. Hide and seek made easy.

3. Quite an audience for the next tantrum.

2. Candy, candy, candy.

1. Something with a princess (or car) on it will make it's way into your cart.

The Princess, Her Mother, and the Princess Pull-Ups

There once was an adorable princess who lived with her evil mother in a three-story castle. The mother was so evil that she did not believe in pull-ups. In fact, as the little girl became more and more consistent with her potty training, the mother considered pull-ups. However, a trip to the store revealed that pull-ups are in fact ridiculously expensive and really no different than diapers. The evil mother declared, "No, my dear, you will move straight to big girl undies, which are cheaper and washable." The evil mother was quite proud of herself for uncovering the pull-ups scam and determined that her daughter would never know the joys of the pull-up.

Then one day, the evil mother did not bring enough diapers to school, and one of the Princess's teachers decided that it would be a good idea to put the Princess in a princess pull-up. The Princess immediately recognized the beautiful Disney princesses that adorned the pull-up. That day she went home and demanded that the evil mother buy her princess pull-ups. "How could this have happened," the evil mother wondered. Her secret plan to move straight to undies had been foiled!

After much prodding, the evil mother consented and purchased the princess pull-ups at the magic princess grocery store. With the pull-ups on her behind, the Princess had even more success with potty training. Her great potty success meant that she could wear each pull-up for longer because they stay dry. The evil mother learned a very valuable lesson from the princess pull-up incident: when it is time to move to big girl panties, she better find some with princesses on them. Oh and also, don't be a cheapskate when it comes to the Princess's welfare and development. With princess pull-ups stocked all over the castle, they all lived happily ever after. The end.

I Still Fit in My Pants!!!

Sorry, I just wanted to make that point because I'm somewhere in the realm of maybe 10-11 weeks, and I still fit into my normal work pants. Granted, not every pair, but enough that I have not had to break into my bin of pregger-pants yet. Yippeee for me.

Unfortunately, I am breaking into the Pepcid bottle already. I don't remember having heartburn this soon with Hailey. I guess it is different with every pregnancy. Can't wait to see what other fun stuff NBH (New Baby Hamilton) has in store for me!

The Loop

Hailey is so funny sometimes. It's almost as if she gets stuck in some kind of brain loop. She will either say or do the same thing over and over again. Sometimes it requires adding two or three steps into a relatively simple task. For example, putting a pile of clothes in the washing machine (yes, she "helps" with laundry) requires her to open the door to the machine, pick up one item, put it in the machine, clothes the door to the machine, and then repeat. Even if I hand her multiple items, she'll only put one at a time in the machine before closing the door again and repeating the entire exercise.

Here's another example:

Hailey: "Where Daddy go?"
Mommy: "Daddy's at work today"
Hailey: "Where Daddy go?"
Mommy: "Daddy's still at work"
Hailey: "Where Daddy go?"
Mommy: "Still at work, Hailey."
Hailey: "Where Daddy go?"
Mommy: "Look, I see a puppy."

Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

I donated my hair to charity. It’s been hot here - really, really hot. When I got home from Chicago at 10:00pm on Wednesday, it was 91 degrees, with at least 91% humidity. Glad I had short hair. I’ll put up a picture of the actual cut at some point, but it’s not as bad as you would think.

The Premonition

Two nights ago, I had a nightmare. Hailey, Luke, Josie, and I were at a friend’s house for a party, but all of a sudden the weather turned dangerous. The winds picked up and a terrible storm moved through. All of the humans hid in an interior room, but Josie would not follow. When the storm passed, we took my friend’s monster pick-up truck out to survey the wreckage. (No my friend does not actually own a monster pick-up truck…what kind of friends do you think I have?). We drove the monster truck down our street and realized that our house had been destroyed by a series of tornadoes that had moved through the area.

Summary of the dream: Outside force comes into our lives, destroys our house, and alienates our dog.

Interpretation: It’s a boy.

Details

Well, most of you guessed it from my not-so-subtle hint in my last post. Here are the details:

Due date: 3/10/08

Sex: Unknown at this point but we will be finding out in November or December

Hailey's Age at Birth of Sibling: Close to 3

Baby Heartbeat: YES

Mommy's Physical State: Nauseous, tired, cranky (that's a physical state these days)

Mommy's Emotional State: Ask me in a few minutes as I'm sure it will change.

Hailey's Choice of Brother or Sister: Neither, either, or TV instead, depending on when you ask her

Daddy's Favorite Question: "Hailey, what's in Mommy's belly?"

Hailey's Response: "Baby in belly"

Hailey's Understanding of Response: None