It happened. After three pregnancies my feet grew. Adios size 8.. feels a bit strange splitting after sixteen years together. One of the many things people didn’t tell me before having kids: even if your body returns to its pre-baby size clothing… things won’t fit the way they use to. There is a shifting that takes place. You’re just not the same. In many ways.
So.. back to shoes. Here is my new favorite pair. Like em?
I really wish I could have Super Nanny pay a visit to Lucia this next week. I haven’t watched the show in quite some time, but I remember she would walk into home situations that were overwhelming (quite hopeless it seemed). The children were rascals.
Yesterday the girls and I ran to the post office to mail a package. The lady helping us (probably a grandma herself) was so sweet to Lucia, telling her what a cute outfit she had. To which Lucia responded: “don’t talk to me. I’m a little bit sassy today.” Yes- I probably taught her the word sassy. She is. All twenty-five pounds of my two-year old girl. Sassy.
Sometimes the sass is funny and Ryan and I can’t help but laugh at what she comes up with. Most other times its exhausting with a whole lot of talking back. Right now bedtime is our huge fight. Lucia is a bad sleeper- always has been. She usually only naps for an hour (hour and a half if its a good day). So, not long after dinner the emotions start to run wild. We do showers, vitamins, a story and tuck the older two in
for the night. For the next hours we tuck Lucia in again. and again. and again.. She unloads her dresser, kicks the walls, jumps off the radiator in her room, screams, cries, talks to herself, and then gets out of her room to wake up Jameson and/or Colette. We’ve tried correcting her, spanking her, letting her stay up later.. nothing seems to be the ticket.
Last night I did what I’m pretty sure Super Nanny recommends. I posted outside Lucia’s door. She could do what she wanted in her room, but if she tried opening the door I would walk in her room, pick her up, lay her back in bed, and leave (without correcting or even making a facial expression). The first time it made her mad. I did it eight times. Then she fell asleep.
I know part of the challenges we’re having right now with Lucia are due to the arrival of baby sister and the fact that Lucia is often sick.. but we need change. She isn’t happy and we’re not happy that she doesn’t listen. I think it would help if she had something (of her own) to connect with right now. Her older brother is so good at independent play and is able to help/interact with Colette responsibly. He also has always had a better attention span then Lucia.
Any ideas? I asked Ryan last night if we should get her a kitten. There is one that roams our neighborhood some and Lucia is quite obsessed with it. Maybe that would be the ticket..
The only problem is: I don’t like cats.