Egg hunt at school and an awesome photo

 

She loves her school. We love her school. We decided to join her in her first-ever Easter Egg hunt. It went great and she took the reigns immediately wondering why I was trying to steal her basket. She showed us the slide and walked around acting shy. Inside some of the eggs were jelly beans. 

Can I just ask this: do parents of 18 month olds really give their kids jellybeans?? Paisley had like 4 halves of molars. And she’s never had candy. Gummy or chewy candy really does not seem like it’d be easy for them.

Maybe I’m the weird one?

 

 

At the end it was like ‘Oh, we’ve been having such a fun time here and she’s had pictures with everyone else…how about ONE picture with mommy and daddy?’

This is what I get.

 

I’m calling this experience, this face, and this photo awesome because this shit always happens when you want things to go right.

Right?

mom tip: you will thank me for this later

 

 

Paisley is newly obsessed with opposites and doing things on her own. Every light switch we pass while walking through the house; “ohn, ohn, ohhn”. Every door, cabinet, drawer, lotion, bottle; “opu, opu!”. One of the things she recently learned is off. The second I get those snaps done on her little jacket, she looks at me and pulls her jacket open, unsnapping every single one. Then she takes it off and throws it in the dirt.

 

 

  

I saw this at daycare (on another child) and asked about it. I was like ohhhhhh! Not a few days later, my little Houdini was doing it as well.

 

 

Enter wear-your-clothes-backward.

I know, easy. Smart. Also known as toddler straight jacket. But lemme tell you, she kept it on.

 

He he he.

the day my girl threw her first legitimate tantrum

 

 

It was St. Patrick’s Day, I think.

 

That would have made her 17 months to be exact.

 

We were trying to beat boredom and fussiness with some crafts. We brought out the finger paint, which she had used a few times before. I knew right away things were going to be problematic. She was upset to find out her daddy would only open one color at a time.

 

 

So, of course, he let her open two.

 

 

Then, she became upset because she could only paint on the paper.

 

 

So, of course, he let her paint his hand.

 

 

He painted hers a little, too.

 

 

After this photo, there were more objections, more whining, which turned to crying, which resulted in Miss Pea being “excused” from the table, I’ll say.

 

 

What happened when those feet hit the floor was something else. She threw herself on the floor as hard as she could. Butt first, then the upper body followed. She continued to roll around squealing at the highest octave she was capable of and Andrew and I stood and watched in disbelief. In fact, I think we laughed (without her knowing). We were just in awe of the acrobatics and the show that was being put on before us. 

 

 

This was the first. 

 

There have been many more.

 

There will be many, many more.

 

fresh

 

 

Fresh baby, fresh morning light in the master bedroom. For some reason she thinks that these bracelets go on her feet. Pretty cute. This was today, before her haircut. Her baby mullet was getting a little out of control these days.

let’s catch up

 

I think the best way to snapshot the past …er…um…month(?) would be instagram, of course! But I do have lots of real photos I’d like to share, too.

 

We moved and Paisley’s original little-baby-nursery-in-our-hearts-forever-spent so many nights rocking her became white again (boo-hoo!)

 

Then we toasted on the empty floor of the new house

 

 

I am so enamored with my new calm place. I never have had a master bedroom that I wanted to spend any time in. Even though this area doesn’t even have anything on the walls yet, it just feels so relaxing and so right.

 

 

I got out my Barbie box and let Pea play around in it. I still don’t think she’s old enough, but it was fun to see her playing with my childhood toys :)

 

 

We went down for the consultation for ear tubes. It went well, the Dr. told us everything we had already heard about the condition of her ears and told us that she was a candidate. Now to get everything in line for the surgery (Surgery and MY girl in the same sentence is just not comforting!)

 

 

My little girl and her new embarrased act. She tugs on here shirt, her head sinks into her neck for an immediate double chin and she tries to turn away. Omg.

 

 

Her magic shoes. Generally, when I put new shoes on this kid, she limps about and moans and cries and acts like I have just amputated her feet. I will usually try to do something to redirect her attention and she breaks them in and they are fine. Since we were actually in Target to buy these (which I generally have to ORDER them online and send them back argh!), I decided to try them on right there. Once I put them on, the girl zipped up and down the isles and was bouncing around happily while saying shoe, schoo, shooo!!! I took one look at Andrew and said we are SO buying these. He agreed.

 

 

When Andrew and I are home with no Pea, we do naughty things.

 

 

Like eat unauthorized foods. It’s wild.

 

Do a scarf swap with your friend or your mama or your sister. It’s awesome. It’s like having a new wardrobe on rotation. When you get your actual scarfs back, it’s like an old friend!

 

 

My new closet is HUGE!! I’m loving organizing it.

 

 

Be back for more on St. Patty’s day (I’m serious), Egg hunts, and baby booty cuteness.