Elise is 18 months old. That girl has been on a cute streak lately. She had some very whiny/sick times in October, but then I found out she had gotten all her molars in, like, a week so I forgave her. She's up to 10 teeth now with 2 more about to poke through.
Lou is also on an independent streak. When we go outside she pretends to just be playing and then sneaks her way over to the street and runs into the middle of it. I cannot get her to stop doing it. When Sadie started doing that I gave her a soft spanking one time and she never did it again. A soft spanking on Elise made her giggle. Of course, would I really want to spank her hard enough she cried about it? I don't really want to get into the spanking debate, but spanking kids mostly makes me uncomfortable.
Lou is also on an independent streak. When we go outside she pretends to just be playing and then sneaks her way over to the street and runs into the middle of it. I cannot get her to stop doing it. When Sadie started doing that I gave her a soft spanking one time and she never did it again. A soft spanking on Elise made her giggle. Of course, would I really want to spank her hard enough she cried about it? I don't really want to get into the spanking debate, but spanking kids mostly makes me uncomfortable.
Anywho, I gave her her first real haircut last week. Couldn't deal with the mullet anymore. I am pretending she still fits into her 12-18 month sized winter clothes because it just barely got cold enough she could wear them. Some of them were too small before she even wore them. Elise's length is down to the 70th percentile and up to the 60th for weight.
One final thought, I have been trying to stay out of fights between the girls. Elise generally only cries if she thinks a parent witnessed it. I don't want to dismiss Sadie's behavior, but I think a certain amount of parental ignoring is good. And in that picture they are sitting in the recliner sharing a tortilla. Such interesting children.
Elise's interests:-Tickling. Both receiving and administering.
-Books. When I haven't seen her for a while she's usually reading books in Sadie's room
-Slides.
-Dancing. She high steps with her right leg and turns in circles.
-Sweets. Halloween was amazing for her. The other day she stood in front of the oven door and whined "cooookieeee" as they were baking.
-Babies. She feeds her babies and gives them lots of kisses.
-Sitting in a booster seat at the kitchen table. She only sits there for dinner and she feels like such a big kid not being in her high chair.
-Wandering away from her mom in public. She whines to get down and then just walks in the opposite direction. It doesn't bother her at all that she's alone, unless someone tries to talk to her.
-Popcorn. She clutches her little bowl and wanders around the house eating. She is pretty good about not spilling. She also loves to suck on the kernels. Last night I saw her chewing something (an hour after we ate the popcorn) and pulled a wad of crushed kernels out of her mouth.
-Baths. A bath will cheer her up any time. She actually likes getting water dumped on her face too. I think she may be the fish in our family.
-Shoes. She takes after my Grammie. And so does Sadie for that matter.
-Bags. Anything with a handle that she can put over her shoulder will do. I actually remember Sadie going through a similar stage where she put a whole bunch of random crap together in a bag and carried it around.
-Play food. She's started to force feed me plastic toy food when we play in the toyroom. She hasn't gotten the concept yet that when you pretend with food you don't actually have to eat it. Actually, Sadie still doesn't have that down either. She does sip on tea cups and say "Mmmm mmmm".
-Sadie's bed. She feels like such a big girl when she plays on Sadie's bed. I told her she may get to move into one....in like a year. I heart cribs. And I heart kids who don't even attempt to climb out of their cribs (both of my kids).
-Berries. Any kind.
-the word "no". She frequently says it when she means yes, she is just that excited about it.































