I'm Fired!

Isabelle proceeded to tell me today that I am fired! Sweet I said, I will be gone by noon. I couldn't actually get myself to leave so I'm sitting her later the same day typing this. It's funny how much she is quoting us lately. She has always repeated things we have said but recently she has been using our quick little comments at the correct times as well. This is making it very hard not to laugh as I try and discipline her. Micah is just watching the ride at the moment. Poor little guy is just a spectator but I can see in his eyes he knows he is in for it when he gets a little older (from Isabelle).

I was able to go visit my roomie from college and her new baby last week! It was so fun. She is just barely 7 weeks old. Isabelle had a blast holding her and wanted to see the baby again after we left. I asked if she wanted another brother or sister and she said NO. I guess Micah is enough for now.

Poor Micah...

Micah has been a good sport during his short 4 months with us. Isabelle has tried her best to drag him off the couch and across the floor by his head :( She energetically says Good Morning Brother at all times of day and night at a volume level that should have surely deafened him by now. Not to mention she does this at about half an inch from his face. All the while he still smiles at her. Tonight however it was not his sister he needed to worry about. Mommy bonked his poor little head against the light fixture in the living room trying to play with him. Like I said Poor Micah. He now has it coming from all angles. I hope he survives.

Sky Diving

So, you know me...I like to read and educate myself on what I am supposed to do next for my kids. I had read that it is normal to leave your toddler in his or her crib until about 3 years old or until they start to climb out. The article I read did not however warn me that my toddler would take a flying leap the very first time she tried to climb out. I found her sprawled across the floor about 3 feet in front of her crib. (obviously screaming her head off). So tonight after an hour and a half of taking her back to bed she is now sleeping in her big girl bed. This is huge. Now she is wearing under-onies and sleeping in a big girl bed...I don't think she is my baby anymore.

Black and Blue

OK, I thought having a girl meant frilly dresses, dolls and tea parties! I was wrong, way wrong. I think Isabelle is a close second to Justin and Jake in the number of black eyes she has had in the short two years she has been alive. This makes at least 4 black eyes. (No, we did not beat her, she ran into the bookshelf) She is quite the handful. I guess the dress part of my idea has been realized. Izzy refuses to wear pants. She wants dresses 24/7. It is quite the ordeal to get jammies on at night. We can only coax her to wear jammies b/ we let her pick a dress for the next day. Boy have we had some "outfits" and yes we go out in public because I take pictures and will show her when she's sixteen. Micah is getting cuter and cuter every day. He has a look of terror when he hears the shrill shriek of his sister's approach but has survived every attack so far. I am looking forward for him to meet and play with cousins when he gets a little older. I had my first rehearsal today for our recital. It was fun, crazy and interesting. I forgot how much work goes into a show. I was spoiled all the years I just showed up to dance. I never had to worry about all the stuff that goes into getting a theatre ready for the show.