Day of Firsts.
My Ada is a wild child.
Here she is this morning. First pig tails ever in her hair today. :)
I don’t know what Ada’s deal is. She is constantly running, actually running, and into every single thing. I feel like my head is spinning! Blink for one second and she’s climbed up on the back of the couch. Go to the bathroom and she’s pulled out a box of crackers and is stomping on them while they’re still in the plastic sleeves, and she’s cackling gleefully. Yesterday I turned around and she plunged her face into the filthy duck water to blow bubbles.
Today I wanted to put a chicken in the oven for supper, but as soon as I turned my back at the sink she knocked over the kitchen trash can. (I think the dog taught her that trick.) So I put her outside on the back porch and locked the gate. She has the sand and water table out there to play in and I can see her through the kitchen window. Certainly she could play there for less than five minutes while I rinse off a raw chicken, put it in a pan, season it quickly, and pop it in the oven. Right? RIGHT?
Of course not. She took the gate at a run, head butted it open, and fell the one step down to the concrete stepping stones, landing on her face.
Now girlfriend has a black eye.
I rushed outside thinking she’d done some kind of major damage to her head or teeth. Luckily it was just a big nasty goose egg and bruise with a layer of skin missing on top. She screamed and cried for about 30 seconds before she squirmed from my arms and asked to get in the bathtub.
Here’s how it looked tonight after the swelling went down a bit.
(Note: Ada doesn’t believe in pants when at home. Way too much effort to remove them in a rush to make it to the potty in time!)
I don’t know what I’m going to do with this child! She is incredibly busy. Bouncing off the walls, go until you can’t go anymore. She naps for an hour or less every day in the mei tai carrier and that’s it. She’s too busy to nap!
The good side is that she’s smart. She said her first sentence today. "Bad dog Hank!" The dog was yelping and whining in his crate, which he tries to do all night long some nights. (We can’t leave him out while we sleep because he destroys the house and he can climb baby gates.) So Ada marched into the back room and put her hands on her hips, leaned down to the dog’s eye level, and called him a bad dog. Oh Ada!
She is also 95% potty trained! Woohoo! She may be busy beyond description, but she knows how to use the potty. She pats her belly and says, "pah!" Or she will yell, "POOOOP!" Then once she has my attention she runs down the hall to the bathroom. The only time she wears a diaper now is at night, and she only pees in it maybe one out of every three nights…it’s nights when she tosses and turns because her molars are hurting. When she sleeps deeply she doesn’t pee at night. She also has to wear a diaper when we leave the house because I can’t get her to use any public toilets. She will hold it a lot of the time until we get home, but other times she can’t. That makes her so frustrated, poor thing. I’m sure as she gets older she’ll give it up and use a public toilet.
Elimination communication has been a complete and total success for us. Using two cloth diapers or less for every 24 hour period, and almost no accidents on the floor, and she’s only 12 months old. Win! Just in the last couple of weeks she’s really gotten it all together–knowing when she has to go, holding it until she gets to the potty, and the whole shebang.
We had another first this week. Rosie has started sleeping in her own bed in her room! She loves it. We set up the bunk beds, but only the top bunk. Underneath is her kitchen center with a trunk she uses as a table for tea parties.
Our years of co-sleeping have come to a complete end. Since Ada was born, for the past year, Rosie had been sleeping in a toddler bed in our room, but she was out growing it. It’s bitter sweet but I’m glad she’s enjoying sleeping in her own space. She’s growing up so very fast.
Today was yet another first–our first Momma and daughter date. Rosie has really been missing having time alone with me. I left Tyler with Ada and took Rosie to see a movie.
She had a blast. We were the only people in the movie theater. We had fun with that freedom. We tried out sitting in every single row.
It was a 3D movie….
Afterward we picked wildflowers on our way to the Swagger Wagon.
It was refreshing to spend time not only away from Ada, but special time with Rosie as well. I loved it. We’ll have to do it again soon. Maybe it can be a once a month thing.
Rosie is only almost five years old. That seems unbelievable to me. I can’t hardly remember her as a baby, yet at the same time she’s still my baby. Funny how that goes.