Playing Pretend, Tickle Monster, and “Tag”

Playing Pretend, Tickle Monster, and “Tag”

I never anticipated how cute and fun it would be to play pretend with B. She loves her little teapot and the plate that came with it with three little treats, the two teacups…she constantly brings them to me and wants me to play with her. She hasn’t quite figured out that she’s supposed to sip her cup and I’m supposed to sip mine though. I’m constantly getting a cup shoved in my face, and if I don’t return the “favor” then I get a very stern “eh!”

I love every second of it.

She also loves pretending she’s leaving with her purse. She puts it on her arm and waves and says “Bye!” and walks away. And then she comes right back and says “Hi” turns around like she’s leaving again and says “Bye.” Repeat ten times (or until she’s bored), and you’ve got the game figured out. 

(Random side note: Last night she was sitting in my mother-in-law’s lap and I said, “B, it’s bedtime. Are you ready to go nite-nite?” She responded by waving at me and saying “Bye” and settling down into MIL’s lap! Like “Okay mom, if you want to go to bed, I’ll see you later!” It was SO cute!)

My little girl loves to be tickled. She throws her head back and belly laughs, and when you try to pull your hand away, she grabs your arm and puts your hand back on her belly as if to say “more tickling!” Today I was tickling her until she was out of breath, and I kept trying to stop, because I was worried she’d like, choke or something, but she wouldn’t let me! I was the Tickle Monster for a good five minutes! She was laughing so hard, and I was laughing, and it was just a good Mommy/Daughter moment. It made me so happy!

B loves being chased right now, it’s like her own little version of tag. She makes sure she has your attention and then she runs away as fast as her little legs can carry her. Then we chase her. And she squeals and laughs and screams, and then when you catch her, she throws her arms around you and gives you the biggest hug she can, kisses you, then wiggles to be let down so that you can repeat the process. 

Her other favorite game is when people are going to go sit down (we all sort of have regular spots in the family room) she races them to where they normally sit and throws herself in their spot and then laughs maniacally like “Haha! I took your spot!”

I love that she is so playful, and that she already has an imagination. It’s adorable!

In other developments, she’s been completely off of bottles for three weeks, and *knock on wood* it’s been a very smooth transition. No crying or cries of “ba ba” at all, really, I was surprised! I got a little teary eyed putting the bottles out in the garage with the rest of her “outgrown” stuff. I can’t believe how fast she is growing up.

The big move is next Friday, the 28th. I’m a little concerned about how the transition is going to affect her, but she seems to be pretty adaptable, so I’m hoping all will go okay. Mainly, I’m worried about moving AND putting her into her own room in one fell swoop, but it’s time, so we’ll just see how it goes. Maybe I’ll sleep in her room for the first couple nights, ease the transition. I’m open to recommendations here! What did you do when you moved your little one to his or her own room?

I’m so excited to get our own space, our own apartment! I’m a little nervous about not having a roommate to share the bills with, but as long as we actually stick to our budget, we’ll be fine!

That’s all I’ve got for today. Sorry it’s not especially funny or anything. I’ve been so distracted with the move and everything lately that I’ve been having a hard time focusing on writing. I’m hoping that once we settle into a routine at our new place that I’ll get some of my focus and drive back when it comes to the blog and my Facebook page. 

Apparently a Fun Mommy

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Just a Little Blog Today

In just over two weeks, we will once again be living on our own, in a nice two bedroom apartment that we can call “ours.” Well, we’re renting, but it’ll be ours just the same.

I am so excited to finally be able to provide B with her own room, and decorate it nicely. We spent a nice chunk of our tax return this year purchasing decor and furniture for her room and bathroom. The most devastating thing for me about losing our apartment back in May 2013 and having to move into a smaller place was losing the chance to decorate B’s room. Since she was still sleeping in with us, there hadn’t been a big hurry, and then suddenly, my plans for decorating her nursery were just…gone.

I’m so happy. Grateful. Ecstatic. It’s been five years since we’ve really had our own place. We’ve either been living with my in-laws or living with roommates practically since we got married. It’s beyond time to have our own space again, and now, on February 28th, we will!

The last shipment came in today, so all of B’s stuff is here and ready to be moved to the new place. I suppose if I had been smart about it I would have just waited to order it until we moved, but I was excited, so I ordered it. 🙂

I don’t really have much to say today, I just wanted to start being better about blogging more often! I actually set a reminder so that I will hopefully actually blog at least once a week. I’m sure B will give me a lot to write about!

Moving Mommy

 

Navigating the dangerous waters of…being a mom to a toddler?

Navigating the dangerous waters of…being a mom to a toddler?

It still sounds so odd to me when I hear someone refer to my daughter as toddler. In my mind, she’s still just a baby, regardless of whether or not she is walking and regardless of the fact that she’s 15 months old as of the 5th of February…It’s just odd. But she is, undeniably, a toddler. And she, unfortunately, is acting like one and stretching her Toddler Tantrum Muscles more and more fully each day. At home, I ignore her and she stops. And nearly all of her tantrums have been at home…knock on wood.

On Friday, however, while we were at Costco (buying a king sized bed and a couch…not that that is central to the story, I just felt like sharing), she threw her first public tantrum. Not exactly a first to be proud of, not one that goes in the baby book, but a first nonetheless.

My husband and I were standing by the king sized bed set we had decided to purchase while my mother-in-law went to get a cart for us to lay it on. B started getting antsy sitting in her stroller, so I took her out and was letting her walk up and down the aisle while I trailed along behind her. Then she got to wanting to push her stroller up and down the aisle by holding onto the basket under the stroller. It was cute, and since I was steering to make sure we didn’t cause any major damage, it was fine. When my mother-in-law got back with the cart, though, things got dicey. I dared to pick her up while she was still wanting to push the stroller.

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

You would have sworn I broke her favorite toy or stole her favorite blanket…or poked her in the eye with a white hot fire poker. This was the reaction I got from her.

It’s lucky I was in the mood that I was in (cranky and hungry and not in the mood to care about other peoples reactions) or I would have been absolutely mortified. As it was, I tucked my screaming-bloody-murder child under one arm and maneuvered the stroller with my other hand and casually followed my husband and MIL over to the couch that we also planned on purchasing. I put Briana down on said couch and watched as she kicked and flailed her feet, and I just kind of shook my head in mild amusement. When she figured out I wasn’t going to react to her tantrum, she got down off of the couch and started walking in circles, talking to herself (in baby babble) and waving her arms around. In my head I pictured an angry little Italian woman, and I got the giggles.

Other people who walked by in the middle of her screaming fit didn’t really react either. My guess is that either they didn’t even notice in all the hubbub of the Friday evening busy-ness that is Costco, or they really didn’t care because it wasn’t their child. I even got a few commiserating looks from other parents toting around small children. Woot. (They should hand out badges for parents. “I survived my first public tantrum.” “I survived my daughter’s first diaper explosion.” “I survived birthing my child.” Lol!)

After my MIL and hubby had maneuvered the couch onto another cart, we headed up to the registers, where B had another fit. I went to change her diaper, and while digging through the diaper bag found a sticker stuck to a tongue depressor (like the ones they use at doctor offices – the nurse who gave her shots at her last appointment had given it to Briana afterwards to distract her). The magic Tinker Bell sticker did the trick, and she was happily distracted until we got outside and I got her in the car.

Really, this whole temper tantrum was my fault to begin with. I should have fed her dinner before we went to Costco. She was hungry and tired, and it was about an hour past her dinner time. I had brought snacks, but she wasn’t interested in snacking…she wanted a real meal. Lesson learned: even if I’m super excited about making a big purchase, I need to be a good mommy and feed my daughter before we head out. Although, in my defense, it was still an hour and a half before dinner time when we headed out…our Costco trip was a lot more extended than it was meant to be. Maybe next time I’ll just pack her dinner along…just in case!

I know there will be tantrums that B throws in the future that will make me want to disappear. But I feel like I handled this one okay.

Miss B’s Mommy AKA Tantrum Survivor