A day of sleep...

It's already been a rough day for Baby-C and I. I managed to drag myself out of bed bright and early for my morning run (we managed to squeeze in a good 3 miles...not bad!), get home make coffee, and run up-stairs to jump in the shower before Baby-C wakes up. When I get up stairs Big Daddy is still in the shower, and Baby-C is starting to stir. I rush Big Daddy out of the shower, jump in and dance around to avoid the cold bursts of water periodically surprising me as Big Daddy finishes shaving. All is quiet as I escape the shower and tip toe down our creaky stairs for a cup of coffee. (Did I mention I really love my old house?) Well on my way back up I hit a loose floor board, Baby-C wakes up, and I'm still in my robe. Did I add that we have to leave the house in 30 minutes?

Baby-C is in the 'don't put me down or I'll scream my head off and make the neighbors think you are pulling my toenails out one by one' mood, so I bribe her with cheerios in bed, my bed. I'm sure I'll find some between the sheets when I go to bed sometime tonight. We make it downstairs just in time for me to realize Baby-C's jacket is in the car, it is 48 degrees out, and we needed to leave three minutes ago. Being the bad mom I am we race to the car and do the jacket there (I really loved that quaint alley parking when we bought the house) and we're off, with just a quick pit stop at the coffee shop. One mocha for the baby sitter, a thank you for keeping Baby-C late this evening until Big Daddy can pick her up, and an almond latte for me to replace the revolting coffee I brewed.

I dream of a day of sleep. Me, Baby-C and maybe even Big Daddy, pjs, blankets, a fire going and nothing to do all day...hmmm, when can we schedule this in?

More potty chairs

Potty Chairs...again.

We did end up buying a potty chair for Baby-C. She's not quite sure what this is all about, but the new 'chair' makes a great stool or play thing in here eyes. In the week that we have had it she has become fond of standing on top of it while singing and pointing at the dogs or systematically taking it apart piece by piece while whipping the various parts across the room... Granted, she will be 14 months next week, so my expectations weren't too high.

Busy weekend!

Well we went potty chair shopping yesterday...wow! The choices out there!! I was amazed at the number of shelves dedicated to potty chairs. Looking at some of these high-tech contraptions, I felt almost ashamed at the simple plastic and wooden potty chair I remember my parents having for us. Daddy-J and I left pottiless, we weren't sure if it was too soon to buy Baby-C a chair or not, but I think I'll be taking a trip back this week to buy one and Baby-C and I can practice while Daddy is off for a boys football trip this weekend.

Baby-C was a constant ball of motion this weekend. She has mastered climbing up and down the stairs to the landing, and decided it was a good weekend to let go of the wall and start walking. She is even so talented as to be able to stand and drink from her cup, all at once!! Three new teeth arrived, two being the dreaded one year molars, and we were rewarded for surviving last weekends struggles with a sleep in Saturday! No one was up before 8:30, I don't think that has happened in our house for well over a year!!