Showing posts with label Having a Daughter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Having a Daughter. Show all posts

9.17.2008

Progress


Dad is slowly getting back to being a "holder" again. This morning in the playroom, M. was holding my hand climbing the ladder to go down the slide. She looked up at the light on the ceiling and gestured for me to lift her up. :-)

Why do kids love to touch the ceiling?

9.16.2008

The Pout

You can just see the beginning of "the pout" here. Little miss M. can put on quite the face when things don't go as she would want.

9.15.2008

New Handbag?

Hmm. What do I do with this?













Oh. Do I put it on my arm?













This is FUN!

9.12.2008

"Potty Trained"

So said her paperwork. In reality?

Not so much.
Well, not even close. And she'll be THREE in December! This is not a shock, though we were mentally lax in preparing for this. We only brought pull-ups, for example. (good thing we're going to Wal Mart today!)

Pull-ups are fine for many things.

They're not so great for a girl with.....well.......less than firm material. (sorry to be gross.) There are a few things to be grateful for in this department, though. 1) She's really compliant. She knows what she's supposed to do and does it calmly, not making the unpleasant task any more difficult. 2) Since this is a five-star hotel, there are people that just "show up" outside your hotel room when you stick the now-toxic garbage can in the hallway to return it only a few minutes later. Never-the-less, along with diapers and more wipes--we're going to pick up some air freshener. :-)

OK. Now for the "dad" part. I have to admit that when I first watched Jessemyn pull off a pull-up, my first thought was "There's something missing!" No kidding. My next thought was "Of course there is, you dolt!" geesh. I let Jessemyn do the first several changes. I'm a little freaked out about that whole thing. I did my first one yesterday afternoon. I was quite uncomfortable. With boys, you can usually leave their little manhood alone. Girls.....sigh.
It's just really awkward.

--R