Hannah Fell Down

I saw my life flash before my eyes this afternoon. Hannah fell down the stairs. It was literally head over heels, rolling, worse few helpless seconds of my life. I picked her up as she was crying and cuddled her and checking for broken bones. 10 seconds later she's pushing at me and said "Hannah fall down". And that was all the crying. My tough girl. 

She's fine. Ran away as if she didn't scare 10 years off of my life.  

No One Hugs Mommy But Hannah

Ryan and I were hugging in the kitchen.  Hannah was sitting at the island. She saw us...
"NOooo!!!!"

We continued to hug to see what she was do.

"NoooNooooooOOooo!!!"  Red faced, straining, shaking.  Oh my goodness.  So I went to go give her a hug.  Ryan comes over to give her a hug. She turns away and holds on to me tighter.  LOL Too funny. 

The Name Game

This morning's commute was horrendous. Every road leading to work was blocked or stopped with multiple accident investigations. What normally would take 20 minutes was 1 1/2 hours. Thank goodness the girls were in a good mood. They alternated between singing along with Imagine Dragons and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star / ABC Song, and playing the name game. What's the name game you ask? It goes like this...

H: MOM-MEE!!!
Me: HAN-NAH!!
H: MOM-MEE!@!!!
Me: HAN-NAH!!!!!

Imagine that for 10 minutes straight. We didn't play with Alex though, because that went like this...

Me: AHH-LEX!!
A: *whine*
Me: AHH-LEX!!
A: *WHINE!!*

At one point I called Ryan and he asked if I called only to complain.

Well. DUH!

Sisters

This lasted a second.

Weekends vs Weekdays

Why do they get up 7 or earlier on the weekends and sleep in until 8 on the weekdays? I can barely get in an 8 hour day this way. 

First Day of Daycare

The girls had no idea it was coming, meanwhile I've been dreading it for months.  We wanted to get there by 8:30AM, which meant that we should all be up by 7:00AM.  With time to get ready, and feed the girls.  Of course, this is the day that Hannah decided to sleep late. She's our alarm clock. First of all, why is it that on weekends she manages to wake up at 0700 w/o fail, but on weekdays she sleeps in?? Anyhow, I already knew the day wasn't going to be good for Hannah. She ate 2 bites of her cereal and 1/4 of a banana. Alex is our eater now. She ate her whole banana and licked half of the cream cheese off of her bagels, that's good enough for me. We drop Hannah off first. The class is outside playing and one of her teachers just so happened to be in the classroom. Hannah happily ran off with her to go play outside. So we go and take Alex to her classroom. After sitting with her for a few minutes we sneak out. Of course she saw us and her face started to tear up and turn red. But we're good parents.  We keep going, and let the teachers deal with the aftermath. We're brilliant parents, so we thought we should go and check on Hannah. They're outside so we go out the door, but JUST missed them coming into their class room. But the door that we came through (in the hallway) locks behind us so we had to enter through the classroom. The INSTANT Hannah saw us, she put on her "I'm pitiful" face and comes running to us. I gave her a hug and put her down. And being wonderful parents, we leave... and let the teachers once again deal with the aftermath. I'm sure they were cursing us as we headed down the hallway with our baby girl's screams following us.  I managed to hold out for 2 hours before I called the daycare (and only really because I was in back to back meetings for those 2 hours). Alex's teacher said she was doing great, didn't fuss and jumped right into it. That's my girl. Hannah's class was outside again so I said I'd talk to them later. Eventually I did talk to her, and was told that she was doing ok. Not eating or sleeping, but she was cooperating and not really fussy.  Good enough for me.

I couldn't wait to pick them up. We found Alex outside and true to herself, she didn't want to leave. We then found Hannah in her playground. She squealed when she saw us and ran right over. I couldn't put her down the whole time we were gathering their stuffs, she was holding for dear life, afraid we'd abandon her once again. Poor child didn't nap or barely ate during the day. She fell asleep on the way home. Now, a super tired and super hungry child who wants ice cream isn't someone you want in the house. She was a monster. The worse tantrum we've seen come out of her. Noises that I didn't think little kids could make were coming out of her. Now, Hannah has thrown some bad ones, but this was another level. Unfortunately Daddy said no ice cream until after dinner. Truthfully, if daddy wasn't around, Hannah would have gotten her ice cream and then I'd deal with dinner later. After a splatter of dinner plate on the floor, a spank on the butt, a timeout, and finally just plain ignoring her while I scarfed down my food, she calmed down enough to eat a few bites of oatmeal. She got her ice cream and it was all good after that.

Lesson of the day, go to pick up with snacks in hand.

What A Crappity Crap Crap Day... Literally

I was on schedule to leave the house 15 minutes after I woke up... grooming, brushing, makeup, dressed. The last thing on my list before I snuck out of the house was to get my coffee. Daisy decided to leave us a number of free gifts in the middle of the night... in the form of diarrhea piles. Great. 7:30AM.  I'm barely functioning and the house smells horrible. So I did the only thing I was capable of doing. I grabbed my coffee, let Daisy out, and left the house. I'm not cleaning up that shit.... literally. Instead, I sent Ryan a text to let him know that Daisy was sick and she was outside. He was going to be pissed... rightly so.

Fast forward to after work. Ryan said Daisy was in our bathroom. I'm hoping and praying that everything was ok. The house didn't smelled bad when I got home, so I go upstairs to let Daisy out. The stench that greeted me when I opened the bathroom door gagged me. Sigh... Not only that, she tracked "wet" prints out of the bathroom on her way down the stairs and out the door. It wasn't pleasant. I cleaned it up w/o throwing up.  Close call, but I did it. What's worse? The mop was nowhere to be found, so I had to play Cinderella and get on my hands and knees to mop the whole damn bathroom with a rag.

The bathroom got cleaned, Daisy got a trip to the vet (we're a couple hundred poorer), Ryan has a thoroughly washed and shampooed dog while he was out riding, and I'm tired.

My in-laws are coming back up in a couple of weeks.  Maybe they'll take Daisy home with them.    

Someone's Walking!!! FINALLY!

After months of crawling and walking on her knees, she finally decided to just get up and start walking this afternoon.  This was right after hanging onto my finger and walking around the stairs for 10 minutes.  I actually think she was trying to get away from me after we changed her diapers cuz she didn't want to put her pants on.  She just got up and walked away. 18 months old. This child is stubborn! I was seriously thinking that she wasn't going to ever walk.  After all, she's amazingly fast on her knees. Months.  On her knees. So long and so fast that there are calluses on her knees. Yay Hannah!  :)  That's my girl!