June 2012 - Recap

Cue the angels singing!  SOMEbody finally figured how to do EVERYthing in a certain receptacle.  And does it like a CHAMP.  It was touch and go there for a while though.  I was afraid I'd have to sell you to the circus or something.  Because trying to convince a stubborn-as-a-mule toddler to use the certain receptacle when the stubborn-as-a-mule toddler didn't WANT to use a certain receptacle was, quite possibly, the most maddening experience of my life.  You had convinced yourself that you were scared to do it.  DESPITE the fact that you had already DONE it months before.  We decided to go completely diaper-free after you decided that you'd just hold your, um, business until we put a diaper on you at night.  There was never any motivation to learn to go in the certain receptacle if you just hold out for your trusty diaper at bedtime.  Well I showed YOU.  We went diaper-free and you were all about it.  Super stoked to do EVERYthing in the toilet.  I had a big bag of chocolate ready and waiting to reward you.  Did you go?  No.  Of course not.  That'd be too easy.  What DID you do, you may ask?  Instead of going, you followed me around the house and whined.  WWWWWHHHHHIIIIIIINNNNNNNEEEEEEEDDDDDDD.  Whined that your tummy hurt.  Whined that your booty hurt.  But you had psyched yourself into believing that doing your thing on the toilet was scary.  And that it would hurt.  Which unfortunately was the case.  AFTER YOU REFUSED TO GO FOR THREE DAYS.  Of COURSE you won't feel well if you hold it for that long.  I got so desperate that I gave you juice.  Straight-up, non-watered down juice.  Lots of it.  I had no idea that the effects of fully-leaded juice would be no match for the willpower of my three-year-old.  I had no idea that the effects of fully-leaded juice PLUS suppositories would be no match for the willpower of my three-year-old.  I had no idea that the effects of fully-leaded juice PLUS suppositories PLUS Miralax would be no match for the willpower of my three-year-old.  You know what IS?  Fully-leaded Juice PLUS suppositories PLUS Miralax PLUS an enema.  (Is that too much information to put in your monthly recap?  Probably.)  As I'm writing this, I have a hard time realizing that this happened only a few weeks ago.  Because now?  You are a toilet rockstar.  And since you're way too smart for your own good, you've figured out that since you get chocolate every time you go, you spread out your, um, business-time over the course of the day.  Just to maximize your chocolate intake.  I have to admit, that makes me pretty proud.

All it took was one time in Target's toy section playing with a Barbie cash-register-price-scanner toy for you to become Barcode Obsessed.  You look for them EVERYwhere.  You notice them on your books, your box of hairbands, the box of Triscuits.  When you see one, your eyes open up wide and you have a sly little smile on your face as you say in a sing-songy voice "Momma!  Yook what IIIIIIIIIII see!  It's ... a ... BARCODE!!!!"  You're none too happy about there being an absense of all things barcode on things like apples, your teddy bear, and Charlie Bear, though.  Bob came over earlier this month wearing a black-and-white striped shirt.  When you saw her, you squealed "BOB!  You're wearing a BARCODE shirt!!"
 
You've started to really like writing, particularly smiley faces and the letters 'N', 'A', and 'E'.  You fill up pages and pages with your delightfully out-of-proportion letters and get so excited by your handiwork.  You're welcome in advance, by the way, for naming you with a name that can be constructed completely out of straight lines.  As for the smiley faces, they're pretty fantastic, too.  Except for the whole I-Must-Add-Noses-To-Smiley-Faces idea you adhere to.  I'm a proud, card-carrying member of the Smiley Faces Do NOT Have Noses club, but you, you little trailblazer, insist that every smiley face be be-nosed. 

Far and away, one of your most favorite things to do is to go on a Daddy-Nattie date to Tom Thumb to get lemonade.  Wait.  Scratch that.  You like to get yemmonade.  And I'm pretty sure it's not actually the lemonade that you like; it's the special time with Daddy you love.  You and I don't get lemonade (we could, of course, but I make a point not to.  Lemonade Dates belong to you and Daddy).  In fact, when Daddy brought home a big bottle of lemonade from the grocery store the other day, instead of being super stoked to have lemonade at your beck-and-call, you looked shocked and said "But Daddy!  Now we can't go to the yemmonade store and get it TOGETHER!"  Every time we pass a Tom Thumb, you proudly announce "That's where Daddy and Nattie go to get YEMMONADE!!!"  I love that you recognize a Tom Thumb as the Lemonade Store.  You also recognize Waffle Houses, but that's another story for another day.

While I'm on the subject of yemmonade, you're starting to pronouce Ls properly.  It takes a lot of thought on your part, and you speak really slowly and deliberately, but there are definitely some words that have Ls instead of Ys.  I'm simultaneously proud and bummed.  I do love your 'little girl speech', but I totally get you need to outgrow it before applying to yaw school ...

You have been on a mission this month.  A mission to find all the fire extinguishers and hand sanitizer dispensers whenever we visit Nana.  And being that she lived in an assisted living facilty, there was a plethora of both fire extinguishers and hand sanitizer dispensers.  You love to walk the halls and count every one you found.  You never seem to catch on that the place where Nana lives is one big loop, because when we finish one lap around and ended up at our starting point, you'd continue counting.  I think at one point, you counted 47 fire extinguishers.  (I'm pretty sure that's about 37 too many.)  Then you'd run into Nana's room and report your findings.  She was always excited to hear your report.

Speaking of Nana, this was a really tough month for Daddy and me.  Nana passed away very early on June 24th.  She had Stage 4 lung cancer and end-stage renal disease.  For a few weeks before her death, I was really frustrated with God for 'allowing' her to go through all of this.  Like, God can't you SEE how she feels?  Don't you CARE she feels miserable?  What's the hold up?  Now I know.  He knew EXACTLY how she felt and cared deeply that she felt miserable.  His timing was perfectly perfect.  If He had 'listened' to me, she would have passed away months ago.  And Aunt Lisa and Taylor might have missed seeing her.  Her passing when she did allowed Daddy, Aunt Lisa, Taylor, and Draigen to be there together with her.  She passed away at precisely the right time.  God answered my fervent prayer that she would not be on this earth one second longer than she needed to be.  It was a beautiful example of God's unfailing mercy.

Daddy and I will work hard to remind you how much Nana loved you.  She was so proud of her grandkids and doted on them tirelessly.  You were no exception. She was always tickled by how smart you are, by the wackadoo things that come out of your mouth, and your seemingly endless supply of energy.  When we visited her, we would go outside in the courtyard.  You would immediately want to play Hide-and-Seek with me, and Nana really got a kick out of watching you run around, trying to find the perfect hiding spot.  She was so proud of you when you told her you finally learned how to use the toilet.  She loved seeing what treasures you brought to show her - pictures you colored, your newest book, or your current favorite stuffed animal.  She cherished you, my sweet girl, and I want you to know that with every fiber of your being.


Hugs and smooches,
Mommy & Daddy


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