September 1, 2011

Thursday:

Annabelle slept till near 8:30 this morning. I think the late bedtime really made her need to catch up. She ate her breakfast and then, as she almost always does, began to throw it on the floor as a sign she was done. This is a time I really really really wish she would just use sign language. That would be a lot less messy.

When the first load of laundry was done in the wash, I wrapped her and we went out to hang it on the line. That's a huge pain with a one year old strapped to you. She kept grabbing the clothes and throwing clothes pins. If I had the option of putting her down I would, but I know, even if I put a blanket down, she'd just crawl off it and with my luck, she'd probably end up getting into some pile of dog poop, which would be really gross. So, I'm left with carrying her, confining her to an exersaucer, which she hates now because she want to get out and get around, or leaving her inside to pitifully scream and cry at the door feeling abandoned. So, I wrap her. By the time I finished hanging the first load, the second was done in the washer. So it really wasn't that big of a deal having to hang all the clothes.

It was lunch time, and we had leftover enchiladas, which Annabelle took to much better than Liam. I also gave her a cup with a little big of water in it to let her play with so that she could get the hang of using a cup. I really don't want to use sippy cups because, in my experience, they are just as messy as a regular cup. With Annabelle, since she throws stuff all the time, the valve pops out of the lid without warning, so you think it's not leaking everywhere when out of the corner of your eye you see her shaking it upside down, only to go over and find her and all her surrounding soaking with milk. So, we will use a cup. At least I know I will have a mess to clean when she spills it, and hopefully she will start to realize that if she tips it over, there will be no more milk. It's also one less part of a dish I will have to clean.