My poop is like glitter because it sticks.

I’m going to shoot you with a gun and then you will be all wet.

You are ruining my life.

Mommy, will you sit benext to me? (like behind and beside)

Kyle can’t even dance.

When you get little like me Mommy, you can be real strong.

If I eat all my candy, can I get a prize?

Mommy, what letter does H start with?

We don’t eat rainbows. They are yuck.

I want a cake made out of ponies.

When I get big, I want to be a dinosaur.

Kaela was excited that Santa had come and loved her new toys, but the poor thing just didn’t feel well and spent most of the day whining and wiping her sore little nose. She woke up at about 11 on Christmas night burning up with fever. We had to hold her down to force her to take medicine. Great fun!

Devon pouted and moped around most of the day, but still managed to make us a delicious vegetable soup. We had apple pie, cookies and candy. The food portion of the day was a success, but as for the rest of it… I call do-over!

Me- “Ok. Are you sure?”

Kaela- “Yes!!!” as she runs away toward the bathroom.

About 2 minutes later, she returns to the living room with chocolate and guilt covering her face.

Me- “Where were you?”

Kaela- “I didn’t go to my room and eat candy ’cause you said I couldn’t have anymore candy.”

With Kaela, it took me a little while to really bond with her. The stress of dealing with a newborn for the first time and the shock of sleep depravation made it really difficult for me. I don’t remember the exact moment it clicked with her and she no longer seemed like a stranger to me, so I guess it was a gradual thing.

With Kyle, it was instantaneous. I was in love from the very first moment he was put in my arms. I smelled his head and kissed his cheek and I was head over heals in love with that little boy. It’s funny, because most people know that I was really unsure about having a boy. I was used to girls and just thought I was meant to be a mom to girls. He is not a great sleeper, but already a charmer. He has me wrapped around his tiny finger. His appetite is insatiable and he is constantly making noise. He grunts and hiccups and has more gas than I ever thought humanly possible.

Time is going by way too quickly and I wish it would just slow down so I could have more time to smell his soft baby hair and squish his puffy cheeks. I want to freeze time so I can remember every moment that my breath is taken away by how unbelievably lucky I am.

Anyway, back to the point of this entry… what was the point? Oh yeah, big changes for my little princess. At the beginning of July, we finally got rid of that stupid pacifier. It was easier than I thought and she only had trouble for about a week, but she really hasn’t slept the same since. Especially for naptime. She acts as though we are asking her to put her feet in hot lava rather than lay down and rest for a couple of hours so that her poor tired, very pregnant, mommy can also get some rest and a break from her non-stop talking. Seriously, she never shuts up. She constantly gives a play by play of everything she is doing or thinking. It is cute at first, but spend an entire day with that and you will need a day at the spa to recover.

Last month, Kaela became officially potty trained! She has been wearing pull-ups and using the potty for about 6 months, but she finally is diaper/pull-up free and so proud of herself. She has had a couple of accidents at school and of more than a couple at home, but she is trying. There was also that one unfortunate (for me) accident at the mall where we had Mexican food for lunch and then went straight to the mall… I will spare you the details!

The next big change for Kaela will be huge. She acts like she is excited to be a big sister, but I know her. I know she just says what everyone wants to hear. When she is being herself, she says things like “Mommy, I won’t hit the baby…” or “Mommy, why is that baby in your belly?” or “Where is that baby going to live?” It will be tough. I know that. I just hope that will adjust quickly and be excited to have a new person in the family. Like I said, I hope. What I expect is that she will be pretty jealous and give us a hard time about everything… which is not really any different from how she normally is. We have about 7 or 8 more weeks to let her enjoy being an only child. So during that time, I will give her extra hugs, extra snuggles (when she lets me) and play with her in her room when all I feel like doing is lying on the couch. I will try to enjoy her 3-year-old self, as challenging as it may be. I will remember that even though she tells me every day that I am her best friend, that one day, I won’t be.