Having a 13 Month Old Girl is Pretty Much Like Having a Parrot.

It’s official. We have a three year old son named Tyson and a 13 month old parrot named Mila. As of now, I can pretty much tell her to say anything and she’ll do it. Except Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious. She can’t say that.  

Don’t get me wrong, her vocabulary is still only probably 40ish words deep, but her parroting? It’s out of control.

And while we’re on her vocabulary, she certainly has had some quirky first words.

“GOT IT!”-announced whenever she picks anything up. This phrase was said before Mommy or Daddy. Weird, right?

“PRETTY!”-yelled at anything remotely pretty. Jewelry, shoes, bows, flowers. She likes her pretties. Last week she spent 15 minutes before nap time yelling “PRETTY!” at the new bow holder we hung in her room. I don’t blame her though-it’s really that pretty.

“YEAH!”-said constantly. No really, she will walk around saying “yeah!” to herself (and anyone listening) for no reason.

And the newly learned, “NO! NO!” said complete with a finger wave. God save us.

Other happenings at 13 months include:

Singing and dancing to “Hot Dog! Hot Dog!” thanks to Mickey Mouse. I swore I would keep this show off during the parenting of our second child to save my sanity, but alas, Mickey’s powerful Clubhouse wins again.

Peeing on the potty. WHAT? THE? I’m not complaining. She goes about 60-70 percent of the time we put her on it. Sometimes she asks to go on it. It’s odd. By documenting this, I’m sure she won’t be fully potty trained until she’s 4. I learned my karma potty training lesson the first time.

Pooping in the bathtub for the first time.  I’m complaining. Some firsts are clearly not as awesome as others. (Mimi- We spent a lot of time documenting Tyson’s bowel movements during his first year-it’s only fair that we do the same for yours. Your prom date won’t read this blog, I promise).

Feeding Lola all of her food. Again, not as awesome. Especially because Lola’s dinner of barbecue chicken pizza ended up all over the bottom half of our bed. At 3 AM. See above regarding the newly learned phrase “NO! NO!” Yes, this is where she learned it.

Giving kisses. Amen. My favorite part of this age. The open mouthed sloppy kiss. This makes up for the poop and the puke noted above every single time. She’s generous with the kisses too-her babies, her brother, Mommy, Daddy, herself.

13 months is fun.  And really, really busy. We’re loving every single minute of it with our little parrot.  

Easter Bunny Stare Down

We took the kids to see the Easter Bunny yesterday.

Tyson has clearly he has grown out of his stranger danger phase and was quite proud to pose with the rather large and slightly intimidating bunny. For the record, Mr. Bunny,  I'm not sure that posing with your hand on your hip was the best idea. Doesn't exactly scream warm and fuzzy to the three foot crowd waiting in line.

In fact, I'm pretty sure that the above stare down was partially to blame for the below melt down.

I can't say I blame her. 

Oh well, at least she looked cute. 

Daddy's Old(er than me!) and I Heart Pinterest

Today’s is Daddy’s birthday! We’re celebrating with store-bought lasagna and cupcakes.  Which will most likely be served on paper plates because I’m too lazy to do dishes.  We know how to make a man feel special. Am I Right?

 

Daddy asked for a pull down ladder for our garage attic and a Swiffer sweeper for his birthday. SERIOUSLY. This is what I have to work with people.

 

Seeing as how I refuse to buy yet another vacuum for our house and cannot lift said garage attic ladder, we were left with absolutely no ideas on what to give Daddy for the big 3-3.

 

And then a friend (who was looking for ideas for their Daddy’s birthday) mentioned we should get on Pinterest. A little searching, some frenzied shopping and a craft morning with two unruly toddlers and crabby babies resulted in this:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It also resulted in a completely messy kitchen (sorry, Tracy!), a brown stained baby foot, tons of empty spice bottles, and exhausted Mommies.

 

But, we think Daddy will really, really love it.

 

Happy Birthday to the best daddy, husband and friend I know. We all love you so much!

 

  

Is this a problem?

Last week I received the following text from our nanny:

It’s true. He insists we clean up before we move on to the next activity every single time.  I’m not sure if I should feel guilty or pleased by this fact.