Remember Lucy's stylish safety glasses?
Well apparently the fashion world was impressed with my daughter's fashion sense!
Good to know Lucy has a future in the fashion industry if she doesn't do anything else!
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Trend Setter
Thanks to Auntie K for pointing this out:
Remember Lucy's stylish safety glasses?
Well apparently the fashion world was impressed with my daughter's fashion sense!
Even Tommy is one cool dude:
Good to know Lucy has a future in the fashion industry if she doesn't do anything else!
Remember Lucy's stylish safety glasses?
Well apparently the fashion world was impressed with my daughter's fashion sense!
Good to know Lucy has a future in the fashion industry if she doesn't do anything else!
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Everything is hot.
Lucy can correctly use the words "hot" and "cold." With the recent temperatures (115 degree heat index anyone?) everything has started to fall in the "hot" category.
Even ice cream.
Lucy frequently asks if things are hot. I'm not sure why she asks because she never believes our response. Last week my mother-in-law was sitting on the front steps watching Lucy play on the front porch. Lucy decided she wanted to sit on the front steps too. Before sitting down she asked my mother-in-law if they were hot. After being assured that they weren't hot, Lucy tentatively sat on the very furthest corner of the step, with only about an inch of step supporting her. She only sat down comfortably after she ascertained that she wasn't going to burn her heiny off.
She also likes to blow on things to cool them off. Last night as Daddy was preparing dinner in the kitchen Lucy stood on the far side of the baby gate and declared that dinner was hot. Then, in an effort to cool off dinner faster she tried to single-handedly air condition the kitchen by blowing through the baby gate. She also tries this technique in the car. When she gets in the car she blows air on the carseat in an effort to cool it off. She even blows on ice cream. You never know, that ice cream might burn you.
Even ice cream.
Lucy frequently asks if things are hot. I'm not sure why she asks because she never believes our response. Last week my mother-in-law was sitting on the front steps watching Lucy play on the front porch. Lucy decided she wanted to sit on the front steps too. Before sitting down she asked my mother-in-law if they were hot. After being assured that they weren't hot, Lucy tentatively sat on the very furthest corner of the step, with only about an inch of step supporting her. She only sat down comfortably after she ascertained that she wasn't going to burn her heiny off.
She also likes to blow on things to cool them off. Last night as Daddy was preparing dinner in the kitchen Lucy stood on the far side of the baby gate and declared that dinner was hot. Then, in an effort to cool off dinner faster she tried to single-handedly air condition the kitchen by blowing through the baby gate. She also tries this technique in the car. When she gets in the car she blows air on the carseat in an effort to cool it off. She even blows on ice cream. You never know, that ice cream might burn you.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
Birthday Party!
Miss Lucy turned two on July 20th. We threw a birthday party for her last Sunday. She and two boyfriends played in the pool in the backyard for about two hours. Then they ate hotdogs. Lucy got lots of gifts. Her boyfriends were a bit bent out of shape that they didn't get lots of gifts too. Tommy chewed on his hands. Here is a sampling of some of her presents:
Dressups:
It's fun to dress Daddy up too:
A bed. It was too small:
Oh wait, not a bed for Lucy. A bed for Tommy?
A bed for Tori?
Oh I get it now, a bed for dolls!
The bed was a big hit. Even Lucy's friends tried out the bed:
And this kitchen, which I built myself:
I'm quite proud of it.
Then there was the cake situation. I made cupcakes. There were cats, dogs, bears, birds, fish, and bunnies. I was quite proud of them too.
Lucy took one bite and burst into tears. *Sigh*
Dressups:
It's fun to dress Daddy up too:
A bed. It was too small:
Oh wait, not a bed for Lucy. A bed for Tommy?
A bed for Tori?
Oh I get it now, a bed for dolls!
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| Disclaimer: Despite the position of that doll, smothering babies to sleep is not a regular practice in this house. |
The bed was a big hit. Even Lucy's friends tried out the bed:
And this kitchen, which I built myself:
I'm quite proud of it.
Then there was the cake situation. I made cupcakes. There were cats, dogs, bears, birds, fish, and bunnies. I was quite proud of them too.
Lucy took one bite and burst into tears. *Sigh*
Friday, July 29, 2011
The Proper Use of Potties
The proper use of potties has been a topic of discussion around here lately.
It started several months ago, when Lucy started following me into the bathroom and learned how to flush a toilet.
Lesson #1: Do not flush "things" (toys, cats, your brother, rolls of toilet paper) down the potty.
Lesson #2: Do not flush the potty while Mommy is still sitting on it.
Lesson #3: Do not help Mommy wipe. Lucy noticed a pattern. Mommy sits, Mommy wipes, Lucy gets to flush. In an effort to expedite the flushing process, Lucy started "helping" me wipe almost as soon as I sat on the toilet.
Lesson #4: Pee goes in the potty. Lucy had this major breakthrough about a week ago when she accompanied Daddy into the bathroom. Daddy did not appreciate her efforts to "help" him pee.
Lesson #5: Doll potties do not work. I tried to put a diaper on Lucy the night after her breakthrough that pee goes in the potty. She ran away from me (not unusual) and, of all odd behaviors, crammed her naked butt into her dollhouse. When I asked her to get up so I could put the diaper on her, she replied. "NO! I go potty!" She sat with a look of concentration on her face for another few seconds, then stated "All done," stood up, and flushed the dollhouse toilet, which makes a surprisingly realistic flushing noise. Luckily for me she did not actually pee in the potty. That moment made me glad that she is not potty trained yet.
All of this had me wondering if perhaps it is time to potty train Lucy. So a couple days ago I tried putting big girl panties on her. She had them on for all of five minutes before she peed in them, through them, and onto the floor. Luckily, she peed on the kitchen floor. Unluckily, she thought that the "water" on the floor was fun to play with but was not at all bothered by her wet pants.
It started several months ago, when Lucy started following me into the bathroom and learned how to flush a toilet.
Lesson #1: Do not flush "things" (toys, cats, your brother, rolls of toilet paper) down the potty.
Lesson #2: Do not flush the potty while Mommy is still sitting on it.
Lesson #3: Do not help Mommy wipe. Lucy noticed a pattern. Mommy sits, Mommy wipes, Lucy gets to flush. In an effort to expedite the flushing process, Lucy started "helping" me wipe almost as soon as I sat on the toilet.
Lesson #4: Pee goes in the potty. Lucy had this major breakthrough about a week ago when she accompanied Daddy into the bathroom. Daddy did not appreciate her efforts to "help" him pee.
Lesson #5: Doll potties do not work. I tried to put a diaper on Lucy the night after her breakthrough that pee goes in the potty. She ran away from me (not unusual) and, of all odd behaviors, crammed her naked butt into her dollhouse. When I asked her to get up so I could put the diaper on her, she replied. "NO! I go potty!" She sat with a look of concentration on her face for another few seconds, then stated "All done," stood up, and flushed the dollhouse toilet, which makes a surprisingly realistic flushing noise. Luckily for me she did not actually pee in the potty. That moment made me glad that she is not potty trained yet.
All of this had me wondering if perhaps it is time to potty train Lucy. So a couple days ago I tried putting big girl panties on her. She had them on for all of five minutes before she peed in them, through them, and onto the floor. Luckily, she peed on the kitchen floor. Unluckily, she thought that the "water" on the floor was fun to play with but was not at all bothered by her wet pants.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Your Brother is Not A...
Lucy, your brother is not a pet...
...or a purse...
...or a doll...
...or a seat...
...or a hat...
....or a toy...
...or a stool...
...or a pillow...
...or a bear...
...or food...
...or a pack mule.
Okay, good. I'm glad we cleared that up.
...or a purse...
...or a doll...
...or a seat...
....or a toy...
...or a stool...
...or a pillow...
...or a bear...
...or food...
...or a pack mule.
Okay, good. I'm glad we cleared that up.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
How to Wear a Shirt
Lucy is starting to take an interest in dressing herself. It's quite the process. Here's how to put on a shirt, according to Lucy
2. Put your leg in it.
3. Pull the shirt up as far as you can.
4. Get stuck.
5. Run (hobble) in circles.
6. Trip.
7. Find the arm hole again.
8. Put it over your head.
9. Pull down until your nose pokes through.
10. Run blindly into a wall.
11. Remove the shirt.
12. Find a bigger hole.
13. Put the shirt over your head.
14. Backwards.
15. Pull down until you have a skirt.
16. Run.
17. Trip yourself.
18. Take the shirt off.
19. Take your shorts off too.
20. Take your diaper off too.
21. Do a naked dance.
22. Declare yourself "Cute!"
23. Find pajamas and wear them as a hat.
24. Roll on the floor and say "NO! NO! NO!"
25. Admit that you might need help.
Who knew getting dressed could be such an event?!
2. Put your leg in it.
3. Pull the shirt up as far as you can.
4. Get stuck.
5. Run (hobble) in circles.
6. Trip.
7. Find the arm hole again.
8. Put it over your head.
9. Pull down until your nose pokes through.
10. Run blindly into a wall.
11. Remove the shirt.
12. Find a bigger hole.
13. Put the shirt over your head.
14. Backwards.
15. Pull down until you have a skirt.
16. Run.
17. Trip yourself.
18. Take the shirt off.
19. Take your shorts off too.
20. Take your diaper off too.
21. Do a naked dance.
22. Declare yourself "Cute!"
23. Find pajamas and wear them as a hat.
24. Roll on the floor and say "NO! NO! NO!"
25. Admit that you might need help.
Saturday, July 9, 2011
Why Fondant Makes Good Handcuffs
Last year I made Lucy's birthday cake myself. And I iced it myself. And you could tell. She turned one, and SHE could tell. In case you haven't noticed, I am not a domestic diva. Cooking really isn't my thing. It was the mother of all pathetic homemade cakes. If you don't believe me, here's a picture:
In my defense, at least it tasted good.
This year I thought I would learn something about cake decorating, so that her two year old cake is slightly less embarrassing. Maybe she'll at least smile for her picture this year. Maybe if I improve a little bit each year, we'll have a cake she's willing to eat by the time she turns sweet 16.
I started googling cakes, and I thought that the fondant iced cakes looked really nice, and kind of like they were made out of sculpy. I like sculpy. I can relate to sculpy much better than I can to a sticky can of icing. And - bonus points! - when I googled fondant recipes it turns out that fondant only has TWO ingredients! Totally my style of cooking.
So we (as in Lucy and I) made fondant. How hard can it be? Ha. Don't ever think that when cooking with a two year old.
We dumped all the marshmallows in the bowl.
We microwaved them so they got nice and mushy. And sticky. Very Very VERY sticky.
Then we added powdered sugar to the mix. Lots and lots and LOTS of powdered sugar. But not enough. Lucy was in charge of adding the sugar. And she added sugar to the counter, to the floor, to her hair, to my hair, to her shirt, to her shoes, and to the dog as well as to the marshmallows. So when we dug our hands in to knead the marshmallows into a sculpy-like dough they were still Very Very VERY sticky. My hands, Lucy's hands, the bowl, and the marshmallow/sugar concoction ended up glued to the counter.
On the plus side, poorly mixed fondant makes great handcuffs. Lucy's hands stuck together so well she couldn't get them apart.
It took most of a bag of sugar to get the fondant to the right consistency and unstuck from the counter. While I was working on fixing that, Lucy got her hands unstuck from the counter and glued them to the bowl. This was slightly concerning as the bowl was breakable. I dumped Lucy, and the bowl, in the sink and put her in charge of "washing dishes." It took lots of hot water, but I eventually separated most of the fondant (aka glue) from Lucy and evicted her from the kitchen while I cleaned up the rest.
This is Lucy's sad face:
It took us two more days to finish the project. On the second day we baked cupcakes (from a box). Aside from making them too large for the cups, they turned out well (because they came from a box). On the third day we rolled out the fondant and decorated the cupcakes. Cookie cutters were a bit beyond Lucy's comprehension, but she was very very good at greasing and sugaring the counter top so that the fondant wouldn't stick. Of course, she was also very good at greasing and sugaring the chair, my hair, the floor, her clothes...I'm not sure the fondant experience was worth the amount of laundry it created.
Here is our finished product:
I'm not sure I have the energy to do this again for her birthday, although I might consider using poorly mixed fondant as a toddler restraining device in the future. I can just hear my husband now: "Honey, where's Lucy?" "Oh, I glued her to the ceiling with fondant."
This year I thought I would learn something about cake decorating, so that her two year old cake is slightly less embarrassing. Maybe she'll at least smile for her picture this year. Maybe if I improve a little bit each year, we'll have a cake she's willing to eat by the time she turns sweet 16.
I started googling cakes, and I thought that the fondant iced cakes looked really nice, and kind of like they were made out of sculpy. I like sculpy. I can relate to sculpy much better than I can to a sticky can of icing. And - bonus points! - when I googled fondant recipes it turns out that fondant only has TWO ingredients! Totally my style of cooking.
So we (as in Lucy and I) made fondant. How hard can it be? Ha. Don't ever think that when cooking with a two year old.
We dumped all the marshmallows in the bowl.
We microwaved them so they got nice and mushy. And sticky. Very Very VERY sticky.
Then we added powdered sugar to the mix. Lots and lots and LOTS of powdered sugar. But not enough. Lucy was in charge of adding the sugar. And she added sugar to the counter, to the floor, to her hair, to my hair, to her shirt, to her shoes, and to the dog as well as to the marshmallows. So when we dug our hands in to knead the marshmallows into a sculpy-like dough they were still Very Very VERY sticky. My hands, Lucy's hands, the bowl, and the marshmallow/sugar concoction ended up glued to the counter.
On the plus side, poorly mixed fondant makes great handcuffs. Lucy's hands stuck together so well she couldn't get them apart.
It took most of a bag of sugar to get the fondant to the right consistency and unstuck from the counter. While I was working on fixing that, Lucy got her hands unstuck from the counter and glued them to the bowl. This was slightly concerning as the bowl was breakable. I dumped Lucy, and the bowl, in the sink and put her in charge of "washing dishes." It took lots of hot water, but I eventually separated most of the fondant (aka glue) from Lucy and evicted her from the kitchen while I cleaned up the rest.
This is Lucy's sad face:
Here is our finished product:
I'm not sure I have the energy to do this again for her birthday, although I might consider using poorly mixed fondant as a toddler restraining device in the future. I can just hear my husband now: "Honey, where's Lucy?" "Oh, I glued her to the ceiling with fondant."
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