I Do It

Sometimes I just shouldn't ask questions, but my OCD was twitching. The only way to satisfy the twitch was to ask, "So, which bottle does Mila seem to prefer?"

It was a legitimate question, by the way. Ever since she started daycare, we've been working with about 10 different brands/types of bottles because PRINCESS PICKY BUTT. It has been two weeks since she turned the corner, so I figured it was time to clean out the cabinet in the kitchen that has been housing the weapons in the war on her crazy. Matching bottles sound so fun! And WAY more OCD friendly!

The daycare person hesitated when I asked. "Well, I would say she probably likes the Tommee Tippee best," she started. THIS WAS THE TYPE OF INFORMATION I WAS LOOKING FOR (although, it does contradict the husband's experience). But, then she continued, "but it's not really the bottle that seems to have made her happy."

I waited for the end of the statement, assuming it was going to be all good news. Maybe it was a temperature thing?

Nope.

"She really just doesn't want anyone else to hold her bottles. If we put her in her crib and prop a bottle up on a Bumbo, she holds it and feeds herself. We stay next to her and keep a close eye on her, but she wants to do it herself," she said.

The daycare person continued to explain that if anyone touches the bottle, Mila yells. If anyone tries to hold Mila, she yells. Leave the kid alone and let her hold her own damn bottle, thank you very much.

For a millisecond, that all sounded well and good. Yay for independence! But, then I thought about the potential for the future.

 

$100 says Mila's first sentence is, "I do it."

$10000 says it's pretty much the theme of her toddler years.

It's a Very Different Closet

This will come as a surprise to absolutely no one, but Alexis' baby clothes keep appearing. It's like some weird magic trick involving a tiny car and a bunch of clowns, except it's tub after tub of baby clothes that just keep emerging from the storage room.

I have questions about the whole thing.

Like, HOW did she have so much clothing? We lived in a tiny 2-bedroom townhouse when she was a baby. Her closet was literally 18 inches wide, with just one bar for hangers and a couple of drawers for onesies and socks and such. I had to stay on top of the closet cleaning stuff like WOAH back then. These days, Mila still has newborn clothes in her closet even though she never once was able to wear them. I plan to leave them there until they grow legs and walk away on their own.

My other questions mostly have to do with the weirdness that is the change in fashions for tiny humans. Alexis' entire wardrobe up through at least 18 months was ... pink. Very pink. SO. VERY. PINK. I happen to find pink clothes to be puke-worthy, so I know the only reason there was pink stuff in her closet was because I didn't have a choice.

Pink.

Pink.

Pink.

So much pink.

Mila's closet, on the other hand, has exactly two pink things in it. TWO. But, I'm no longer actively avoiding the pink plague. I got tired of fighting The Man when it came to the pinkification of little girls years ago and just don't care anymore.

Yet, there is so little pink.

Because there are a world of choices now. It's amazing and fantastic and spectacular.

There is one thing that hasn't changed about baby girl clothes in the past 8 years. For some reason, there is still an alarming amount of clothing that resembles a costume. Dress your kid as a lamp shade! A ladybug! A clown! It's all possible!

Blech.

I can't handle the costume-like clothes.

Unless we're talking about a kitty hoodie. THAT IS DIFFERENT.

I've Been Busy Doing ... Something

I seem to have a time management issue on my hands.

It wasn't that long ago that I made some hard decisions and moved some things around because I needed to get more done in a day.

It worked, by the way. I was definitely more efficient. But now something seems to have happened that has made all of that go KABLOOEY.

I don't know what it could be, but I can't seem to get anything done lately.

I guess I'll just stare at these two amazing girls and see if I can figure it out.