say hello to my little friend

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i don’t really feel like going into all of it right now.  too much to write.  this is the main reason i’ve been away from blogland.  i need this jagged little thing.  to the tune of $55 a month.  at any rate, i’m on my way to a saner life.  (and just think, i’m the one giving people parenting advice.  scary, isn’t it?!)

 

when you’re on first name basis with the poison control guy…

besides the typical toddler dumping stuff/knocking everything off/hitting/sometimes biting/and lots of screaming behavior, in the last 2 weeks my girl has (in no particular order):

-started climbing out of the crib

-refused to sleep anywhere

-started climbing to the top bunk (prompting us to take away the ladder)

-learned to scale the bunk beds without the ladder

-fallen off the top bunk trying to turn on the light after bedtime (prompting us first to cry and pray that she would be okay – it was not a good scene – and then prompting us to disassemble the bunk beds and remove the top one from the house completely)

-drank/dumped the infant gas drops (prompting me to curse the makers that don’t put childproof lids on medicine)

-continued the 9 month long saga of coming out of her seatbelt when she’s bored in the car (prompting me to scream at my 2 year old like a mad woman)

-colored on every available surface – including the inside of her ear with oil paints (still there 4 days later)

-taken to putting small objects in her mouth constantly like a 12 month old

-puked in the van on the way to the birthday party

-gotten a horrid bruise on the bottom of her foot – from i don’t know where.

-gagged our infant routinely with her finger

-tried to stick a bouncy ball there.  yes, there.

and the most recent…

-ate half of my new deodrant.  ate it.  as in actually swallowed half of it before we discovered it.  prompting us to call poison control.  in case you’re wondering – it probably won’t kill you.  it will give you a red rash around the mouth, make you water proof, smell really great, and give you a wicked stomach ache.  we have, so far, escaped the vomiting and diarrhea they said should happen, though we’re not holding our breath. 

thanks Justin, you do poison control proud.

(disclaimer:  i am watching her.  it’s like trying to watch a tasmanian devil.  this is yet another reason i fully believe my latest installment in the parker family will be my last.  everytime i look at a pregnant woman and begin to daydream i immediately think, “when she outgrows this stage, i still have another one to go through this.”)

 

another pic of his hair

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(blurry, but between this one and the last you get the idea!)

 

TA DA!!!

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(posted quicker than i planned, just for you, k.t.!)

 

during

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(i only cried a little.)

 

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