Saturday, November 20, 2010

Paisley June

Paisley does so many funny things, I decided to share a few of them with you instead of writing 20 status updates about her on Facebook! Yay!

Paisley LOVES brushing her teeth.
You should see her face light up in the morning when I ask her after breakfast, "Paisley, should we brush your teeth?" She can be in the middle of having a fit, but mention tooth brushing and we're golden.

Paisley LOVES picking fuzzies out from between her toes.
I think she loves this more then brushing her teeth. Her face lights up even more when you show her a fuzz hidden in her toes. She picks it out, and instead of throwing it to the ground, she hands it to me or Dave to throw into the garbage.

Paisley is a perfectionist.
There can be a million toys on the ground but she will find a microscopic crumb or fuzz on the floor, pick it up, and bring it to me or Dave to put into the garbage. While driving, she will often say, "Mom", and after I turn around she'll hand me a hair or fuzz she found somewhere. You should see her try to take something out of her mouth (like a hair, or long lost piece of food).
This is probably why she waited until she was 16 months to start walking. She didn't crawl on hands and knees until after a year. I got questions like, "Is there something wrong?" and "Is she ok?". Geez people, she's fine, but your face isn't going to be if you ask me that one more time.
This is also probably why she says very few words. She says Mom, Dad, dog, buh (for bottle), no, yes (sometimes). One day she's just going to talk sentences and recite some Shakespeare or something.

Paisley loves food...but only certain ways.
Cheese has to be grated or in tiny pieces. Sandwiches or toast has to be in pieces, strips is too hard of work because she has to bite off a piece. She hates meat, but loves meatloaf. She can eat 2 eggs at one meal if they're scrambled. She loves, loves, loves watermelon.
We have to be so careful to only put a small amount of food on her plate at one time. Whatever  is on there at once is going into her mouth all at once. Her mouth will be so full she can't even chew, but she'll still try to get another piece in. This has led to many gags and throwing up.

Paisley loves babies.
If she sees a picture of a baby she squeals and has to give it a kiss. You should have heard her in the baby aisle at Superstore this morning. It was like heaven to her.

If we're sitting on the couch, so is she.
She will sit in the corner of the couch with her arm on the armrest or her hands behind her head for an hour and watch TV with us. You're probably thinking, "man, what an easy kid". Ya, but that sure makes us look like lazy people.

She does weird things with her face.
She will crinkle her nose and blow in out of her nose really fast. Try doing it, it's hilarious. Now imagine a toddler with little teeth doing it.
When she's whining, she closes her eyes and keeps them closed for about 5 seconds after she's done whining. I'm not sure when she started this, but it's kind of perfect. If she wants something she can't have, you simply hide it when her eyes are closed and voila! Problem solved!

She cleans.
If she finds a kleenex, or a wipe, or a washcloth, she will pretend to wipe down the walls, the couch and anything else you can possibly wipe. Between wipes she will pretend to blow her nose and then keep wiping. How sanitary. If she finds an empty bottle or sipper cup, she'll pretend to dump the pretend contents on the ground and then pretend to wipe it up.
Who pretends to clean?!

Man, I can't imagine life without this funny girl. We laugh at her constantly throughout the day (which she just loves). We probably tell her she's cute about 100 times and day.
I just hope her love for babies continues when we have one!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Cravings

After much consideration, I think I am carrying a boy.

I know, I know, it's rediculous to even try to figure out what I'm carrying considering I'm only 10 weeks along. I'm not even showing yet and obviously can't feel the baby moving yet or feel how high or low he/she is sitting. So why do I think it's a boy? CRAVINGS.

With Paisley it seemed like I was craving lady-like, dainty things. Like pickles, buttermilk, pasta sauce and ice. Buttermilk and ice were the most intense cravings I've ever experienced. And, like I told my husband, Dave, a few days ago, unless you've ever been pregnant with cravings, you just can't understand the pure joy and satisfaction in giving in to one of these cravings.

This time I'm craving manly things. Big, fat hamburgers, greasy pizza, and greasy, corn tortilla tacos with lime juice squirted on top.

With Paisley my appetite didn't increase. This time I'm eating everything in sight. I can't stop. I eat supper and half an hour later I'm wondering what I can snack on.

Another difference: I can brown meat this time. With Paisley I'm pretty sure we didn't have any ground meat for at least the first five months. Last week I browned some ground beef and was eating it out of the pan afterwards.

Last Friday I got my tacos. I fried the tortillas, browned the meat, chopped tomatoes, and grated the cheese. I assembled my taco and holy cow, that was the best taco I've ever eaten!!! I kept making loud noises and exclaiming how good it was while I ate it. Dave just laughed and told me to take it easy.

So there you have it. Those are my reasons for thinking it's a boy.

Maybe the main reason I believe it's a boy is because Dave really wants a boy and I'm hoping if it is a boy, this can be our last!