And another reason why I am slowly going insane & Day 114. 251 Days Left.

As I am turning the corner into the hallway, I saw Addison’s little box of hair-ties, splattered about the hallway like a spilled bag of confetti. “Addison, come here for a second, please!” I called out in a very authoritative, Mom-means-business tone.

“What?” She responded, holding a handful of her barrettes.

I ask why her hair ties were spilled all down the hallway.

"What hair ties?" She asks.

“What do you mean what hair ties? Those!” pointing down to the mess on the floor. The mess she had to walk around and through to get to me. “Why are they all over the hallway floor?”

“Where?” she asks.

“Where? There! Look down in front of you!”

Addison looking to the side “I don’t see nothing.”

"Anything." Addison: "huh?" Me: "Anything. I don't see anything." She looked confused... Me: "Forget it. Just, please pick up the hair ties."

"huh?" Looking around. clearly confused by my requests.

"Addison! There! Look IN FRONT of you!” Finally, looking down… “Why are they all over the floor?”

“Because Jackson didn’t sit still.” She retorts.

Clearly she’d been playing dress-up with Jackson.

After snapping a few pictures, of a less than happy Jackson, I ask her to pick up all the hair ties before they get lost.

Again- “What hair ties mommy?”

“OHMYFRIGGIN’LORD ADDISON YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!”

Before she can ask “what?” I reiterate, “THERE!” pointing now, frustrated from repeating myself several times. “Put them away. NOW!”

“What?” she asks.

“What do you mean what? The hair ties. Pick them up, put them back in the box and put them in the drawer. You know, where they belong!”

“The drawer?” she asks.

“Yes, the drawer!” I repeat.

By this time, my patience- GONE. “Addison, why are you just standing there? Go PICK them UP and PUT them AWAY. OVER THERE!” I motion, again, pointing to her drawer and this time giving a little nudge.

“Oh! These hair ties.” she responds.

"Are you freakin' kidding me?" I mumble under my breath, grateful she finally seems to get what I’m saying.
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Day 114
Day at the butterfly gardens of a local nature center

Toddlerism: The Fashion Nightmare & Day 45. 320 Days Left.

From the moment I heard “it’s a girl” I immediately envisioned pretty ruffled dresses and cute little bows.

Well, she had no hair so pretty dresses it would be.

That was until she hit three; she has become an independent, self-dressing fashion nightmare. Trading her pretty sundress for boy tee shirts, mismatching her dress-up clothes with her everyday clothes, pairing pok-a-dot pants with nightgowns, green striped shirts with pink leggings and red Valentine’s day socks and the socks with sandals statement.

She is always insisting on picking her own clothes and dressing herself. So, I focused my battle--and it is, most days, a battle--on getting her to be weather-appropriate, and let the "fashion" slide.For now.

She will eventually have a sense of fashion right? That is something all girls, at some point, develop- isnt it?

Until then, there is this…

The "it's not a boy shirt" but really it is a boy shirt Armadillo tee she just had to have...and has to be washed every night because she wears it at some point EVERYDAY.


"Mommy- I ready to walk the dogs"


"OK,I ready for bed"

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Day 45.
Blueberries