Shhhhh, Mommy!

While cleaning the kitchen this morning, Mya was working in her "office". I informed her that her friend, Lilly was coming over after she was done volunteering at church, and she was thrilled.

I needed to hear some music so I turned on There's Hope by India Arie. We smiled at each other as this is OUR SONG (I doubt she knows that, but I do!) then for some reason the Itunes switched to Tipsy by J-Kwon.

For those of you who are unfamiliar to the song it is a catchy tune about drinking in the club. I was dancing around as I wiped the counters and sang along, "1, here comes the 2 to the 3, e'rybody in the club drunk as me" when I hear....

"Mommy! Shhhhhhhh. Ninny is at church!"

Apparently Mya now knows when songs are inappropriate. Time to be a stickler about the playlist.

Dear God...

Mya has always been drawn to the act of prayer. Before she could talk she was always thrilled to clap her hands in "prayer position", smile up and me, and hang on my every word. Soon she started exclaiming, "AMEN!"

Then her prayers progressed into requests to "Dear God, keep Wobby safe." "Dear God, thank you for Ninny (Lilly)." She also proclaimed her love for her birth mommy, one that always melts our hearts.

Now she loves for everyone around the table to hold hands and she leads us in a prayer. These have been some of the latest prayer requests:

"Dear God, thank you for binkies and this food, AAAAAmen. Let's eat!"

"Dear God, thank you for cheerios, for family, and love, AAAAAmen!. Let's eat!"

On The 12 Days of Vacation

My True loves gave to me:

12 hours between two carseats, sitting on one butt cheek

11 giggles with aunts and uncles

10 Mosquito bites, mostly on Antonio

9 pounds gained

8 Nights sleeping, never alone, and never with Antonio

7 sighs after having to break into the house at 1:30 am

6 hours rubbing feet (please go to sleep Mya!)

5 Oatmeal cream pies

4 beers at nap time

3 projectile pukes

2 new teeth

1 quarter stuck in the CD player!

No Mountain Too Steep

While playing with Mya, Enzo discovered a new skill. Apparently he can "rock climb". As I spotted my little man perched on this toy, I gasped. What to do next?

Obviously, run to get the camera...then take him down.

How Day, Mommy?

When Mya sits down to the table for a snack or a meal she always asks, "How day, Mommy?" It sparks a conversation about our activities and is a great teachable moment.

After her nap she sat down with a bowl of shells and cheese (she was really hungry today) for snack. I was particularly grumpy after spending an hour putting her in time-out, after time-out, as she did not want to go to sleep. At 2:40 she gave in and went to bed without tears.

So when she asked, "Mommy, how day?"

I replied, "Well Mya, I'm really frustrated because you cry so much at bed time and I had to put you in time out."

She sheepishly looked down at her spoon, then returned her big, brown-eyed-gaze to me and said, "I'm sorry, Mommy."

I then asked why she cries at bedtime. Her response was that she just isn't ready to sleep. I used this moment to remind her who was in charge. I could tell she felt real bad.

I then asked her, "Mya what should you say when Mommy says it is time for bed?"

Huge smile, head tilted to the side, cute as can be..."Okay, Mommy!"

We'll see if it actually happens.

You Look Like You Need A Cookie

Today I thought I would do something for myself, so I went to Panera for a 5th cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich.

While in my moment of Zen I was feeding Enzo a jar of pears between his obsessive chomps on a straw, encouraging Mya to drink through her straw not her plastic knife, then cutting up half of my sandwich for her to eat, while she stole the bacon right out from under my nose.

A nice gentleman that worked at Panera came up to my table and said, "I usually give these to the pregnant women, but you have a lot going on, and I thought you would enjoy this."

The large chocolate chip cookie, that I did NOT share, went great with my 6th cup of coffee.

You Win Some, You Lose Some

So, I have previously written about how Mya has given up the binky. We did this for the sole reason that she was biting off the tip and we couldn't justify putting her to bed with a choking hazard.

Meanwhile, the terrible twos have been pretty bad. Fits lasting an hour at a time with nothing to stick in her mouth to calm her down. Bed times taking an hour to accomplish. Waking at least 3 times a night.

We are tired, we are out of options so we caved. However, we changed the binky style in hopes that she won't bit the tip off anymore.

Mya -1 : Mommy and Daddy-O

Deal, or No Deal?

Mya is constantly coming up with new ways to question me, although the constant, and whiney "Whyyyy?" that most toddlers take on, has yet to surface.

I would say the majority of the time Mya asks before she does something she is unsure of, something I am very proud to have taught her. (blind luck)

Today she said, "I kick ball Mommy, deal?"

I clairified, "Deal?"

She replied, "Yeah, deal?"

I confirmed, "Deal".

She kicked it...far.

Walkie Talkie

Mya wakes up from her nap first on most days.  Her favorite thing to do when she hears Enzo waking is to run to the monitor and inform him that we are coming!  

Translation: "We're coming, Buddy! We're coming! One, minute, Enzo.  Love, you.  We're coming!"