My week in pictures

Saoirse had her first time out this week. She had been talked to in the morning about telling lies, as she had accused Sophie of dropping cake from the table when really it was her. How did I know this? Well, Sophie was in the bathroom with me when I heard the thunk of cake falling from table to chair to floor. Plus, the icing was all over her white tights which is why she is wearing some clashing orange with the pink dress in the above picture. She was sent on the time out for throwing a toy at Sophie's head and immediately turning to me and saying "Sophie did it!" Then she ran under the computer desk chair and started crying. She refused to say sorry to Sophie so she received a 3 minute time out. She actually sat through it, something my others never would have done, and Sophie doesn't either. Don't judge me for the bloody dummy in her mouth. She's been really good about not taking it, we are almost ready for the dummy fairy to come and take them all away, but when she is upset she likes it. Yes, yes, I know she is over 3. Shut up. Sophie was kind enough to sit with Saoirse and keep her company, which sort of defeats the purpose of a time out.



She loves to stamp. Taylor was making a card for a friend's birthday so she joined in. She was having so much fun she didn't want to get changed for ballet.


A close up of her ladybugs, done on actual Stampin Up card stock. Usually I only give her scrap paper, but oh no, Taylor was kind enough to give her 18 cents worth of paper. I am officially cheap.


I am picturing this photo in her high school yearbook in the "Who is this baby?" section. Or at her wedding reception. She will be so mad at me for this photo one day.


This is what happens when a 3 year old picks her own clothes. Red striped dress, pink polka dot leggings, purple socks. She even told me how she wanted her hair done. Saoirse really has a thing for dresses right now, and hardly ever wears pants. The other day at school her teacher and a mum even commented on the fact that she was wearing pants, for the first time in about a month, but it was only because we were out of tights. (Hence the orange ones in the first picture!)

Potty Updates and other things

Hey I just noticed this is my 501st post. Crazy. I bet if I erased all the drafts it would bring me down to about 400. I should try that.

Anyhoo- I know you all were having difficulty sleeping because you were wondering if Saoirse was still peeing on my carpet and I can, with confidence, put your minds at ease and let you know that Saoirse is potty trained. Well, for pee anyway. For the most part. If she gets really busy she tends to forget that sometimes a girl needs to use the toilet. It was sort of a surprise, really. One day she went and we clapped and cheered as all good parents do, the next day I was sitting on the computer cleaning my house when she disappeared and the next thing I heard was her clapping and saying "Yay! I did it! Way to go!" And then she yelled out "I peed! I'm wiping my vagina!" and then she flushed the toilet, slammed down the seat, climbed up the seat, onto the counter and washed her hands. Which is more than I can say for her older brother.

Pooing in the toilet is a whole other matter. She doesn't. She could just have peed and five minutes later she will say "I shout! I shout!" Yeah, that's what she calls a poo. Damn William and his shites. I keep saying "You mean poo?" and she says "Yeah. A shout." Urgh. She had a great laugh tonight when I took her into the bathroom to take off ther pooped in panties and the poo fell on the floor. Oh, it was freaking hilarious. Not so much to her mother who had the pleasure of picking it up.

For those of you who were reading me when Sophie was quite little, remember when she hated her father and would cry the moment he held her? And I used to get called home from my stamping club (well, once) because she wouldn't stop crying? Oh, that's all changed. Now she is a great big daddy's girl and she cries when he gives her to me. As soon as she sees him she holds out her arms for him to pick her up and then starts waving bye bye to me. And she would perfectly happy to have nothing to do with me for the rest of the day. And she stopped breastfeeding. Why breastfeed when you can sit with your dad and have a bottle or a cup of milk? Plus it was really hot for a week or so there and who wants to be pushed up against their mum's boobs, sweating up a storm? Not my Sophie apparently.

And in just a few weeks she will be one. I could cry. There goes my baby.

And! I've barely even thought about her birthday! Damn this holiday and no paycheques in August. Her birthday's the tenth and we are going to have it 2 weeks later, on the 24th. On a Friday. Not even on the Saturday, because I can't afford to take another day off of work. I don't even think I am going to do grab bags, which will really piss off one of my friends. Oh well. On the actual day of her birthday we are going to celebrate it with just us and the 2 girls, as I want that first birthday picture on the actual day with the cake and all. Unfortunately, Taylor, Liam and my mum won't be home from BC until late that night. Ach well, I guess it wouldn't bother her not to have a party at all, it's not as though she will remember it. It would bug me and my scrapbook though.

And, in non child related news, due to my holiday I am going to miss the premiere of that Corey Haim and Corey Feldman show on A&E. So sad. I loved Corey Haim as a kid. A) because he was from Canada and B) because he is a December baby, like myself. And I thought he was quite cute in Secret Admirer. I wish I could find that movie on DVD. C. Thomas Howell! Corey Haim! Casey Siemaszko! My 11 year old self was in heaven.

Hopefully I will post before we will leave on Friday but if I don't get a chance I would just like to ask both Boliath and Stacey to not give birth until after I get back. Just being selfish, I hate not to be in the know.

Bailing on Fun Monday once again

I really don't like this working until 10.30 on Sunday night and going back at 7.30 Monday morning deal. It is so not working for my blog and I. Although if I manage to get them to pay me time and a half for it I won't mind so much.

So work is why I have not done Fun Monday. I meant to do it Sunday before work but we went to Wal-Mart in the morning and I cleaned in the afternoon. Yeah, that fairy is still in hiding. She must have a sneaking suspicion that the exhaustion from cleaning my house top to bottom might actually kill her. Technically it's still Monday but who's going to be looking for Fun Monday posts on a Tuesday? People move on. Unless they are reading Chick's 12 days of how she and Jason ended up together in which case you are dying to go back to her blog in the hope of an update. If you aren't reading it, go. Go now. I will wait.

See? Wasn't that worth clicking that link? Told ya.

I will do the questions that were sent last week, but quite possibly not until Wednesday. I have to do the grade 6 pages of the school yearbook, which is due right away and I have done NOTHING. Plus I have to work tomorrow and Wednesday. Seriously, I don't know how you people do it.

I'm going to leave you with a conversation Saoirse and I had.

Background: We are working on potty training. I haven't been overly fussy about it, I really don't want her trained until after we get back from BC because I don't fancy potty breaks every hour during the car ride. She often chooses to wear panties during the day and if she wants she can hold that pee for hours. (Of course, I assume she wouldn't if we were actually in the car.) But when she needs to go it's wherever she is.

Me (noting that Saoirse has not peed all afternoon): "Saoirse, do you need to use the toilet?"
Saoirse: "No, thank you." (She is nothing if not polite.)
M: "Would you like to put on a nappy?"
S: "No, no thank you."
Saoirse walks off the rug and onto the carpet.
S: "I go pee on the carpet."
M: "NO!!!!!!!" I run over and pick her up by the arm (I'm nothing if not gentle) and run through the livingroom, into the entryway and to the bathroom. I sit her on the toilet.
M: "We don't pee on the floor, Saoirse. We pee on the toilet. Okay?"
S: "Okay."
M: "Where do we pee?"
S: "On the carpet."

I totally forgot to say...

...that on Monday Sophie rolled on to her tummy.

Has she done it again?

Absolutely not.

Oh, and Saoirse did not pee from 10am until 5pm. She then peed in her booster seat. She will go and sit on the potty, not use it, use a wipe, flush it, then climb on the toilet to wash her hands. I have told her she is no longer allowed to wash her hands unless she pees. Who knew hand washing could be used as a bribe? When she had a nappy put on at 7, she peed through it in about 5 minutes and leaked on to Taylor's jeans. That was a whole lot of holding that girl did.

This is so totally a mum post. Sorry to any of the fellas that read this (a grand total of four, I believe!)