Ouch!

Today my one year old bit me.

Nothing that unusual really, or even that painful. Just a startling moment when I said ouch while talking to my mom on the phone. But my double take came a moment later when my mom said "serves you right."

Now, she has heard me exclaim several times when one baby or the other tested their little teeth on parts of me, usually my shoulder, but she has never said that.

We have talked about biting and she told me the only time I ever bit her is a time that I actually remember.
I was 3 or maybe 4 and taking a shower with her. I remember dozing off in the tub, chewing on a wash cloth, dreaming, and then remember her yelling at me that I bit her and leaving me in the bathroom to dry myself.
When we have spoken about it since, she insists I was wide awake and says somehow I managed to bite her hysterectomy scar, which was very tender.

What I don't understand is how she STILL guilts me about something I did, by accident, as a toddler/young child.

I guess the only thing I can do is take away from it the idea that I never want to do that to my own children. Sure, tease about something done as a young child, in the vein of "Hey, did I ever tell you about that time you used your poop to fingerpaint the crib?" but guilt? for something done as a child? Nope.

Brought to you by the letter----

Todays tantrum brought to you by

"Mama offered it to me and now I'm going to throw a tantrum if she starts making something like it, because mom can't eat what I don't want"


... even after I explained it was for me and I wasn't going to make her eat it.

Where are your socks?

Today we're getting ready to go to the doctor for Ivy's one year appointment. I've been trying ot get Lorelei to get some socks to put on and she came running out of her room.

"Where are your socks Lorelei? Go get your socks"
"Ivy has them" she shouts defiantly
I let it drop for a minute and asked again.

"Ivy has them" she said again.

I didn't really believe her until another minute later Ivy came crawling out of the bedroom, carrying Lorelei's socks in her mouth like a puppy.

One year ago, there was Ivy

Ivy was born one year ago about an hour ago. The midwives were still evaluating her breathing, deciding if we would take her to the hospital. Lorelei was still asleep, and I was still in the haze of "just had a baby."

What a difference a year makes (ok, 11 months in this photo, one year photos will happen later this week)

And Ivy's gift to me today---- she slept through the night last night! For maybe the third time ever! She's still asleep now. Time to go check on the birthday girl.

The cure for sad

Lorelei (age 2.5)  woke up before us this morning. When we made it out to the living room I found puddles of water in a few different places, and a squirt bottle on the floor. I asked her--

"Did you squirt that?"

"Yes..." the toddler replied.

"Did you just squirt it on the floor?"

"No, I squirted the kitty cats!"

"Why'd you squirt the kitty cats?" I inquired

"Because they were sad!" she said proudly, "they needed to be happy!"


hehehe.. toddler logic.

Nature love

"Come here sweetie" I said to Lorelei as we walked through the field. "Come see this plant."

She bent down and looked at it, "What is it mommy?"
"It's a mullein plant" I tell her, "touch it, it's soft. Some people call it Lamb's Ears"
She reached out and touches a leaf-- "It's fabric! Mommy, it's fabric. It's not a leaf, it's fabric!"

I got a spider bite walking through that field. It swelled up the size of a tennis ball. That moment was worth it.

The trouble with toddlers..

One issue we are having with having a toddler and a 9 month old, is that it is tricky to keep inapropriate toys away from the newly crawling baby. 


This morning I caught Ivy crawling down the hallway with a (toy! luckily!) knife. She looked so proud of herself, I wonder what she was setting out to butcher?