STICKER SHOCK
I should preface this with, Yes, I am the same person who lost their soup a few months ago when Peyton colored on the carpet with marker. Oh yes I was. Yet somehow seeing stickers randomly stuck to objects around the house amuses me. Such as this dog on the doorknob of the bathroom door:
Or this smiley faced girl on the carpet next to her basketball hoop in the family room. What? Doesn't everybody have a basketball hoop in their family room?? No? Just us??
Peyton has discovered a love of anything that sticks or is sticky. You see there was a time not so long ago that the child would freak the freak out if something stuck to her. It was comical to watch to say the least. However, the tide has turned and she loves all things stickers and sticky. And if she can't use stickers, what might the next best thing be you might wonder?? Well friends, it is Post-It notes.
Or shall I say Post-It notes with a marker so she can label things...
I found this one stuck to the couch and another 2 stuck to me after I fell asleep on the couch one afternoon. Never know when you might forget who you are.
In the middle of the day.
Peyton felt the need to label my flat iron and hair dryer, I mean I could see how Dug could might possibly think they are for him to use, but I'm fairly certain that I am the only one in the house that uses those items. Or maybe she was telling me I need to use them more often than I do. Hmmmmm....
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OH BABY!
As we are gearing up for the arrival of a new baby this July, I have bought a new infant carrier and diaper bag. I bought the biggest carrier that Graco makes due to the fact that we do not produce small babies. The running joke with Peyton was that I gave birth to a toddler, not a baby. When you are almost 10lbs to start with and come home from the hospital in 3-6 month clothing, you tend to outgrow car seats a bit faster than the average bear. This one should last the new baby until he/she is close to 1 year old. Peyton out grew her carrier by 4 months. Yeah.
I of course had to have a diaper bag that closely matched the carrier since they will be spending so much time together. And since I had a coupon to Babies-R-Us that was begging to be used, I went ahead and bought the bag a few weeks ago. After picking up Peyton from school and unloading the truck she picked up the BRU bag, looked inside, pulled out the diaper bag and says:
"Really?! *This* is what you're going with??"
She then proceeds to drop the bag on the ground like a hot potato and walked away to go make her lunch. Alrighty then!
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SAFETY 1ST
I currently have 2 booster seats and a 5 point harness seat in my truck for pre-school car pool with the neighbor 3 days a week. Rather than take the harnessed seat out and put it back multiple times a week Sylvia, my neighbor, just leaves it in my truck. Whenever we go somewhere and Peyton brings a dolly or stuffed animal, she is adamant that it rides in the harnessed seat. While harnessed no less.
While this bear would not pass any safety inspections on Saturday night, I am glad to report he did make it home in 1 piece. I didn't realize that she had buckled the bear in until I was looking for my purse that had originally been placed in that seat. It has been a while since she has taken a dolly or stuffed animal anywhere and I forgot she likes to do that. I was getting irritated since I thought that Dug had moved my purse and 2 seconds later was asking me where it was. I eventually ask Peyton where she put my purse, being it was no longer in the chair, and I get:
"Um...it's on the floor so bear could sit here and be safe!"
Insert the DUH! because even though it was not spoken, it was definitely implied!
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I only wish I had video or at the least photos to show you for the last Peyton story of the day. It actually happened after Easter last spring. We colored eggs per holiday tradition, and what does one do with 1 dozen colored eggs after the bunny has come and gone? You make deviled eggs, you might eat them plain, or even make an egg salad. I decided to make potato salad. Well, I was in the kitchen smashing and peeling eggs when Peyton comes in from being outside with Dug and I hear her yell across the kitchen:
"YOU'RE HURTING MY EGGS!"
There are tears streaming down her face, sobbing, more yelling at me for using her eggs & hurting them to make potato salad. It truly took me a minute to figure out what she was talking about, but once I did there were also tears on my face, but they were from laughing so darned hard at her being so upset over a few eggs. Only once I regain my composure do I realize that Dug is also cracking up at this scene. I forget how we got her calmed down and settled, but I made potato salad this weekend and at the 1st smash of the egg on the counter this story came flooding back and I giggled. After dinner I brought it up to Dug and by this time was once again laughing hysterically.
Ahhh, another day in the life a parenting a pre-schooler is calling. Enjoy the rest of your day!
