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The Big Girl Bed

Yesterday we took a very big step in our family, one Bobby and I had been *very* nervous about – we got Sophie a big girl bed.

“What?” you say? “Sophie has been three years old for almost three months, and she was not in a big girl bed? SCANDAL!”

It’s true, you see, we kept Sophie in a crib because she slept all night, every night, and we were WAY afraid to mess with that. However, she is three. And we want to move her towards being a “big girl”. And since she put the ix-nay on the otty-pay a couple weeks ago, we are starting with the big girl bed.

We said “bye-bye” to her crib after she got up yesterday. We skipped nap time as Daddy was still working on getting her furniture re-arranged. When we showed her the bed, she pretty much ignored it. She wouldn’t sit on it, because I think she was afraid we were going to make her go to sleep!

At bedtime, we read her books and then I left the room as I always do, while Daddy sang to her and snuggled her. I watched on our video monitor as he left the room.

She was out of bed before he even got downstairs. D’oh!

He went back up and put her back in bed.

Ditto. She was really “exploring her new space” – getting on and off both sides of the bed, trying to get her bedroom door open…

This continued for a while, until Bobby just waited outside her door. When he heard her get up, he opened the door and told her to get back in bed. She always obeyed, and never fussed! Finally he was able to come back downstairs and watch “Sophie theatre” with me. We watched as she got up one last time. This time, she got UNDER the bed! And proceeded to just LAY there. We giggled at her for a couple of minutes, until we decided we really didn’t want her to spend her first night in a big girl bed UNDER the big girl bed. So Bobby went back one more time, and tucked her in again. This time, she gave up and went to sleep IN her bed. This was about 10 pm. I wasn’t sure what the night would bring, but we did not hear a PEEP out of her until she woke up at 8:20 this morning!!! I was SO PROUD and grateful, I nearly couldn’t take it.

My baby is a big girl!

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I love her SO MUCH!

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That’s Not Peanut Butter

Yesterday Sophie and I were having a great afternoon, which involved me breaking my high score at Wii bowling (208 baby!!) and her sitting at the dining room table watching me bowl while eating a nutritious lunch of grapes and chicken nuggets. What could be better?

I was getting my bowling groove on when all of a sudden Sophie began to fuss. “Need help! Need HELP!” she cried frantically. I turned to look at her and she had her hand extended toward me, covered in peanut butter. Neither of my kids like it when their hands get messy while they’re eating so I am used to having to wipe her hands before she can finish her meal. But as I walked toward her to grab a napkin, I realized: She’s not eating peanut butter. That can’t be peanut butter.

I took hold of her wrist and got a whiff and panicked. THAT’S NOT PEANUT BUTTER!

It was poop.

She had a chicken nugget in one hand, and a bunch of poop in the other.

I immediately did what I could with a napkin, then began jumping around screaming “NO touch! No touch!” while frantically trying to locate the wipes and wrestle the Wii controller that was strapped to me off of my arm. (I am very good in a panic situation. {Sarcasm sign!})

I found the wipes, got her hand cleaned up, washed it in soap and scalding water (just kidding, it was just really warm), managed not to VOMIT, and then went about changing her diaper. I quickly discovered that she’d had a bit of a blowout, and feeling poop on her lower back, had reached back to find out what the heck was going on back there. And found out. Eeeeeww.

I made it almost six years as a mother without having a kid stick his or her hand in their own poo, I guess that is pretty good. But YUCK. It was disgusting.

And it is time for Camp Potty to begin TODAY!

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Wii-lational problems

As I mentioned last week, a Wii came to live at our house this Christmas. And, it is pretty much the most fun thing ever, despite the fact that my 5-year-old can kick my butt in bowling (because I have run-ruled him at baseball twice. So THERE!)

But. When it comes to my three-year-old, my little Sophie, we are having some Wii-lational difficulties. Sophie isn’t quite at the stage where she can play the games, but she is at the stage where she loves watching them. And by “loves”, I mean she is utterly obsessed. Yesterday she spent a good part of the day trying to convince me to play, since her brother had gone back to school and wasn’t there to entertain her with Mario Kart, or her favorite, Super Mario Bros. She throws huge, heartbroken crying fits when we turn it off, or if we tell her it’s not time to play.

Instead of playing with all of her fabulous toys on her fabulous new shelf, she goes over to said shelf and stares longingly at the top level where we keep the Wii stuff, out of her reach.

It’s very fun to listen to her cute commentary on all the games (“Nice spare, mama!” on bowling, or more often, “Whoops. Try again!” and “Be careful Joshua!” on MarioKart), but I can’t sit around playing Wii all day, as much as I’d like to, and she shouldn’t be staring at Wii all day instead of playing.

The last couple of days my little stubborn miss has let me know just how displeased she is with the decreasing volume of Wii-watching in her life. So, the battle is on! And it’s much less fun than a Wii tennis match!

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