Who Gave That Icky Crocodile A Spoon?

Developments are rolling in everyday.  I can hardly remember them by the time I sit down to write a post.

Molly popped another molar this week.  She's now chomping down with 11 teeth.

She tries to say "icky" now.  (Sounds like "kkkkkkkk")  I know it is supposed to be "icky" though because she says it when she points to the garbage cans, when I change her diaper, when she has gunk on her hands, when her high chair tray is messy, when she points at the toilet......

In writing that list, I realize just how much of our life is "icky".

We practice eating with spoons every morning.

And, she is bossy.  (Direct gene from Ryan Flynn..... :/)

She wakes up every morning between 6:45 - 7:15 and sometimes it's hard for me to get moving.  Most mornings I would go in her room, take her out of bed, and wake up slowly sitting/laying on the floor while she played around me.

Now, she gives me directions.  I take her out of her bed.  She turns off her noise, puts her wubbies back in her crib (because she throws them out of her bed when she wakes up), and pulls herself up to the dresser pointing at the diapers and saying "da".  If, perchance there is a diaper already on the floor, she will put it on me and drag the wipes over to me as well.  Repeatedly saying "da" "da" "da".  

After her diaper is changed she points out her door and says "tee" - that means teeth...for teeth brushing.  (Which reminds me:  she also tries to say "teeth".)

If I don't move fast enough for her liking, she comes up to my head (most often resting on her duck pillow/chair thing) and with a hand on each side of my head, she tries to lift it, whilst making a grunting noise, universally known to indicate "working hard" or "heavy".

She will just not let me be lazy.  Even one time.

That is what people should tell you before you have kids.  None of this "sleep as much as you can now..." garbage.  I say "enjoy your laziness".  Revel in it.  Take pictures of yourself doing nothing.  You'll need those to remember it by.

A close second to this advice is "poop can ruin a perfectly good outfit bath nap anything.  Poop can ruin anything.  It knows no bounds and takes no prisoners.  You will be a slave to poop."

And that's "kkkkkk".