Tidy Up!

What, pray tell, do you think you are doing?

"I cleanin Mama!"

Tushy Diaries, Part Deux.

Addison has done exceedingly well in her potty training.

Don't get me wrong, she still has accidents and she's learned her right to say "no" and then pee herself in the middle of the living room.

Starting out I knew it would be frustrating at times.

Potty trips every 10 minutes.

Scrubbing and cleaning up messes.

Lots of laundry.

LOTS of laundry.

In the end though, when we get to cheer her on for being a big girl and going a full day without using one single pullup is totally worth it.

That and I end up with pictures like these to humiliate her with later on in life.



I'm ridiculously excited for future boyfriends!

Oh yeah, I'm gonna be THAT Mom.

Look at Me.

Say cheese...



Lily. Say cheese. I want to take a picture.

Yes, Addison.  Everyone sees you being cute.

Lily, put your jacket back on and say cheese!

Hey, creeper in the left hand corner. A little less eyebrow next time.

Turkey in the upper right.  Open your eyes and just say cheese like a normal person!

Ugh. I give up on you both.

This is as normal as it's gonna get huh?

How Many Sharpies Can One House POSSIBLY Have?!

My darling daughter is...

pushing my buttons.

Every.

Single.

Last.

One.

Between her new favorite saying being "No Mama!", feeling like my body is her own personal jungle gym, getting ALL of her 4 year molars, and following me around the house pulling out all the toys I just picked up,  she's found the time to scavenge my house for every single permanent marker she can find.

I was unaware that I even HAD permanent markers in my home until 3 days ago.

She's found not only a plain black one, but also a green, yellow and blue one.

She has yet to color on walls or books (thank the Lord!).

She prefers her own skin.

Up until today she's drawn on hands, legs, and belly.

This morning...

She conquered hair and face.



Ignore the deodorant.

That's a whole other story for an entirely seperate blog post.

When I asked her what she thought she was doing...

"Pretty Mama!"

Ugh.

"Permanent baby!!!"

"NO MAMA! Pretty."

p.s.

 

I'm huge and I still have 9 weeks to go.

Someone just take me out back and put me out of my misery.

Definition of "Class"

If you were to search the definition of class I'm sure you'd find my daughter.

Her name is Addison and she's a lady.



A classy, classy lady.

Beautiful Little Girls

I'm surrounded by them.

I can't wait to meet my 3rd little one :)



If she's anything like these two I don't know how I'll be able to control the crazy love!