I've got a few stories I've been wanting to post.....so I'm going to post them before I forget them.
First off, let me start with Rachel's first trip to the dentist. (She called it the "Distance"). I explained that it was a doctor for her teeth. She was eager to go. She must not remember her past trips to the doctor because she's constantly telling me she's sick and needs to go to the doctor. As if going to the doctor was a lot of fun. I just roll with it. If she likes the doctor, let's keep it that way!
Confession: I've not been great about making sure she brushes her teeth. I typically remember AFTER she's gone to school or AFTER she's gone to bed. So the week prior to our visit, I tried to remember at least once a day....and failed. But she brushed more than normal! I just need to get into the habit to get her in the habit. We'll get there.....we'll get there.
Her dentist trip happened to fall on the same evening she was going to spend the night with Aunt Cindy. And she had been talking all week long about her night at Aunt Cindy's. I finally told her the morning that I made pancakes (Friday) was the day she was going to stay all night. That's how she would know the day had come. So I pick her up from school and tell her that before we can go to Aunt Cindy's we need to go to the tooth doctor. Meh, whatever she was just looking forward to going to Aunt Cindy's.
The dentist we chose ended up being awesome. They're close to the house and they did a phenomenal job. The hygienist turned on the tv for her, introduced her to all her "Friends"....Mr. Squirt, Mr. Thirsty (the thing that sucks the liquid out of your mouth) and Mr. Brush. She let Rachel touch each one of them so she knew what they did and the sounds they made. Rachel was glued to the tv, so the lady had to pull her hand out, put the tools in her hand and constantly try to gather her attention. I tried to explain that the tv will be very distracting and she said that was fine.
Rachel opened her mouth and let the lady brush her teeth but it wasn't a picnic. The motorized brush would touch her lip and she'd pull away. It took a while, but Rachel let the lady brush all her teeth. Then she told Rachel that she could swallow, but she wanted Rachel to take a small cup of water and spit it in the sink. In true Rachel fashion she filled her cheeks with water, put her face over the sink and then with her hands squeezed her cheeks so the water spit out her mouth. She loves to do this in the tub as well. She did this about 4 times and THAT's when I remembered to take a photo:
The male dentist came out and asked how she did and tried to look at her teeth, but Rachel wouldn't look at him and started acting shy. This is the same kid that just a few days prior at Chick-Fil-A (She calls it "Chock-oh-lay") ran into the playground area and told a complete stranger, "Hi! My name is Rachel Kay." *sigh* Anyway, the hygienist told the dentist her teeth looked great with no staining and no issues. They explained that the first couple of visits are to get kids acclimated to going to the dentist with no fear. That's fine. (The insurance explanation of benefits came out and our insurance paid $118 for these people to brush my kid's teeth. However, peace of mind is priceless). I'm glad we have that out of the way! Now I just need to find a doctor down here for her 3 year check up. Yes, we're behind. (LOooooooooong story).
Here's another cute memory. Rachel brought me a walnut shell that had been split in half. She handed it to me and said, "Look! An elephant's nose!" I'd never thought of a walnut shell like that.
She also saw a green caterpillar crawling across the deck and exclaimed, "A capatiller!"
She loves playing in our backyard and I love our backyard. I've planted both a vegetable and herb gardens and there are flowers all over. It's fenced in so she has the freedom to run around and do whatever she wants and we just have to keep an eye on her. Sometimes I'll let her go out there and play alone with the door open so I can hear her. There's a big hill and she loves running up and down it. This morning since she wanted to go out I decided to put on my gloves and pull some weeds. She tends to want to do anything I'm doing so I got her her own pair of gloves and a trowel. I took this one for my mom:
This next story happened this evening and it's a gross one. So for the squeamish, stop reading when I tell you.
Since it was a beautiful day today and Rachel took a nap early we decided to go check out Audobon park. One of the great things about this area are the number of parks that are REALLY close by. Audobon is over in Kentucky but still only about 15 - 20 minutes away. And it's FREE. I can't get over how wonderful some of these parks are and still FREE! I took my metal detector and we came upon one of many different playgrounds in the area. There were a couple of kids but they didn't stick around long. It's right next to the water so the entire time we were there it was almost like she had her own personal playground. She and Jason walked down to the water, down a trail a little ways, then came back to the playground a few times. I was playing with my metal detector and digging in the dirt. Here's a photo I snapped of her and Jason (who FINALLY shaved his face today!!!!)
It looks like she's taking a selfie, but I actually snapped that one!
When it was time to go we headed back to Newburgh and stopped at a store I've been wanting to check out but it wasn't ever open. They had ice cream so why not? Rachel wanted "blue" ice cream (cotton candy" and the lady piled it really high. So I asked her to please not put that much ice cream on the cone. For the longest time I was able to get away with just giving her a cup but now that she knows what cones are there was no getting around it. Begrudgingly I got her the cone:
I caught her between faces....she was actually really excited about the ice cream, although she doesn't look it in this photo.
By the time she was done it was everywhere. I was grateful to discover the place had a small restroom and I could wash her up. In my haste to get out the door I forgot the wet wipes.
We had dinner and came home and this is where it gets gross. Rachel is doing REALLY well with the potty training (fewer accidents! We're almost "Accident" Free!) but she still has trouble once in a while with maintaining good hygiene when it comes to toilet habits. It's getting better....but it's all part of it. Before we had left for the park I made Rachel go potty. She pointed out her underwear weren't exactly clean. I ran upstairs to grab her a new pair to change into and stopped by the upstairs restroom for something and noticed the toilet was clogged. To me it looked like she'd used 1/2 the roll of toilet paper. How had she used that much and STILL wasn't clean? *sigh* so I told Jason I'd take the toilet problem if he'd get her cleaned up and changed. Yuck. I get the mess upstairs taken care of and leave my plunger and brush soaking in bleach in the toilet while we leave.
This means that when we return and Rachel needs a bath from the park and ice cream incidents there are 2 handles sticking out of the toilet which catches her curiosity. Ugh. I get her into the tub and I put my hand on the window sill that's in the tub to turn off the water and when I look back down there's all these black crumbs in the tub. Astounded I think part of the window sill has come apart and landed in the tub. Then I realize....all those black "crumbs" are from her FEET!!! Ugh. The tub we have upstairs is old. As in....I'm pretty sure that's the same tub and plumbing that was originally put in the house 50 years ago. The tub drains REALLY slowly. So I decide to go ahead and bathe her rather than wait the 10 minutes it would take to clean out the tub and fill it back up again. I mean, I've already got a plunger and a brush sticking out of the toilet. I really can't handle any more bathroom shenanigans at the moment. I get her cleaned quickly and as we're about to get out of the tub the nastiest and biggest booger I've seen come out of her nose appears. *sigh* Seriously kid. Gross. I decide bath time is now over. NOW. Get out of the tub, I'm ready to gag, OVER.
As I'm getting her pajamas on I pull a pair of underwear out of the drawer and then realize......They're dirty!!! How the heck does this keep happening!? So I ask her about it.
"Rachel, how did these underwear get dirty?"
"Because I pooped in them."
Well, Matter of fact, isn't she? *sigh* I'm not sure if she had soiled them and decided on her own to change them and put the dirty ones in the drawer or if they had fallen out of the "dirty" pile her grandma had brought me with her over-night bag and I mixed them in. Regardless: GROSS.
I pick up her wet towel from the bath and tell her to pick out and put on her pajamas. When I come back in I'm still grossed out from the tub I now need to clean out and the tools that are still sticking out of the toilet and my tummy's churning in disgust. I return to her room to find her with pants on, no shirt, one hand digging her pants out of her rear and the other hand digging her pants out of the front because they were twisted. So I ask her about it.
"Rachel, what are you doing?"
"There's something wrong with me!"
I lost it. I laughed so hard I had to leave the room. There wasn't anything wrong with her....there was something wrong with her pants. The culmination of all of the disgusting things that had just happened and her adorable response just sent me into a fit of giggles.
And it's little things like that I'm noticing she is doing with more frequency. She's so innocent and (most of the time) honest that her responses catch me off guard and make me laugh.
Friday when I picked her up from school she was either skipping or jumping or just walking weird, I can't remember what. Anyway when I asked her what she was doing and she told me I asked her why she was doing that. Her response? "Because I can." WHAT?! Surely we're like 2 - 3 years from that response!! Right? *sigh*
Here's one last one and then I need to be done with my Rachel stories:
Pigtails!!! I don't do them often (because she can't take a nap comfortably with pigtails) but when I get the chance, I take it. SOOOOO cute! (And it a small way I feel like I'm getting even for all the pig tails I had to wear as a kid.)
First off, let me start with Rachel's first trip to the dentist. (She called it the "Distance"). I explained that it was a doctor for her teeth. She was eager to go. She must not remember her past trips to the doctor because she's constantly telling me she's sick and needs to go to the doctor. As if going to the doctor was a lot of fun. I just roll with it. If she likes the doctor, let's keep it that way!
Confession: I've not been great about making sure she brushes her teeth. I typically remember AFTER she's gone to school or AFTER she's gone to bed. So the week prior to our visit, I tried to remember at least once a day....and failed. But she brushed more than normal! I just need to get into the habit to get her in the habit. We'll get there.....we'll get there.
Her dentist trip happened to fall on the same evening she was going to spend the night with Aunt Cindy. And she had been talking all week long about her night at Aunt Cindy's. I finally told her the morning that I made pancakes (Friday) was the day she was going to stay all night. That's how she would know the day had come. So I pick her up from school and tell her that before we can go to Aunt Cindy's we need to go to the tooth doctor. Meh, whatever she was just looking forward to going to Aunt Cindy's.
The dentist we chose ended up being awesome. They're close to the house and they did a phenomenal job. The hygienist turned on the tv for her, introduced her to all her "Friends"....Mr. Squirt, Mr. Thirsty (the thing that sucks the liquid out of your mouth) and Mr. Brush. She let Rachel touch each one of them so she knew what they did and the sounds they made. Rachel was glued to the tv, so the lady had to pull her hand out, put the tools in her hand and constantly try to gather her attention. I tried to explain that the tv will be very distracting and she said that was fine.
Rachel opened her mouth and let the lady brush her teeth but it wasn't a picnic. The motorized brush would touch her lip and she'd pull away. It took a while, but Rachel let the lady brush all her teeth. Then she told Rachel that she could swallow, but she wanted Rachel to take a small cup of water and spit it in the sink. In true Rachel fashion she filled her cheeks with water, put her face over the sink and then with her hands squeezed her cheeks so the water spit out her mouth. She loves to do this in the tub as well. She did this about 4 times and THAT's when I remembered to take a photo:
The male dentist came out and asked how she did and tried to look at her teeth, but Rachel wouldn't look at him and started acting shy. This is the same kid that just a few days prior at Chick-Fil-A (She calls it "Chock-oh-lay") ran into the playground area and told a complete stranger, "Hi! My name is Rachel Kay." *sigh* Anyway, the hygienist told the dentist her teeth looked great with no staining and no issues. They explained that the first couple of visits are to get kids acclimated to going to the dentist with no fear. That's fine. (The insurance explanation of benefits came out and our insurance paid $118 for these people to brush my kid's teeth. However, peace of mind is priceless). I'm glad we have that out of the way! Now I just need to find a doctor down here for her 3 year check up. Yes, we're behind. (LOooooooooong story).
Here's another cute memory. Rachel brought me a walnut shell that had been split in half. She handed it to me and said, "Look! An elephant's nose!" I'd never thought of a walnut shell like that.
She also saw a green caterpillar crawling across the deck and exclaimed, "A capatiller!"
She loves playing in our backyard and I love our backyard. I've planted both a vegetable and herb gardens and there are flowers all over. It's fenced in so she has the freedom to run around and do whatever she wants and we just have to keep an eye on her. Sometimes I'll let her go out there and play alone with the door open so I can hear her. There's a big hill and she loves running up and down it. This morning since she wanted to go out I decided to put on my gloves and pull some weeds. She tends to want to do anything I'm doing so I got her her own pair of gloves and a trowel. I took this one for my mom:
This next story happened this evening and it's a gross one. So for the squeamish, stop reading when I tell you.
Since it was a beautiful day today and Rachel took a nap early we decided to go check out Audobon park. One of the great things about this area are the number of parks that are REALLY close by. Audobon is over in Kentucky but still only about 15 - 20 minutes away. And it's FREE. I can't get over how wonderful some of these parks are and still FREE! I took my metal detector and we came upon one of many different playgrounds in the area. There were a couple of kids but they didn't stick around long. It's right next to the water so the entire time we were there it was almost like she had her own personal playground. She and Jason walked down to the water, down a trail a little ways, then came back to the playground a few times. I was playing with my metal detector and digging in the dirt. Here's a photo I snapped of her and Jason (who FINALLY shaved his face today!!!!)
When it was time to go we headed back to Newburgh and stopped at a store I've been wanting to check out but it wasn't ever open. They had ice cream so why not? Rachel wanted "blue" ice cream (cotton candy" and the lady piled it really high. So I asked her to please not put that much ice cream on the cone. For the longest time I was able to get away with just giving her a cup but now that she knows what cones are there was no getting around it. Begrudgingly I got her the cone:
I caught her between faces....she was actually really excited about the ice cream, although she doesn't look it in this photo.
By the time she was done it was everywhere. I was grateful to discover the place had a small restroom and I could wash her up. In my haste to get out the door I forgot the wet wipes.
We had dinner and came home and this is where it gets gross. Rachel is doing REALLY well with the potty training (fewer accidents! We're almost "Accident" Free!) but she still has trouble once in a while with maintaining good hygiene when it comes to toilet habits. It's getting better....but it's all part of it. Before we had left for the park I made Rachel go potty. She pointed out her underwear weren't exactly clean. I ran upstairs to grab her a new pair to change into and stopped by the upstairs restroom for something and noticed the toilet was clogged. To me it looked like she'd used 1/2 the roll of toilet paper. How had she used that much and STILL wasn't clean? *sigh* so I told Jason I'd take the toilet problem if he'd get her cleaned up and changed. Yuck. I get the mess upstairs taken care of and leave my plunger and brush soaking in bleach in the toilet while we leave.
This means that when we return and Rachel needs a bath from the park and ice cream incidents there are 2 handles sticking out of the toilet which catches her curiosity. Ugh. I get her into the tub and I put my hand on the window sill that's in the tub to turn off the water and when I look back down there's all these black crumbs in the tub. Astounded I think part of the window sill has come apart and landed in the tub. Then I realize....all those black "crumbs" are from her FEET!!! Ugh. The tub we have upstairs is old. As in....I'm pretty sure that's the same tub and plumbing that was originally put in the house 50 years ago. The tub drains REALLY slowly. So I decide to go ahead and bathe her rather than wait the 10 minutes it would take to clean out the tub and fill it back up again. I mean, I've already got a plunger and a brush sticking out of the toilet. I really can't handle any more bathroom shenanigans at the moment. I get her cleaned quickly and as we're about to get out of the tub the nastiest and biggest booger I've seen come out of her nose appears. *sigh* Seriously kid. Gross. I decide bath time is now over. NOW. Get out of the tub, I'm ready to gag, OVER.
As I'm getting her pajamas on I pull a pair of underwear out of the drawer and then realize......They're dirty!!! How the heck does this keep happening!? So I ask her about it.
"Rachel, how did these underwear get dirty?"
"Because I pooped in them."
Well, Matter of fact, isn't she? *sigh* I'm not sure if she had soiled them and decided on her own to change them and put the dirty ones in the drawer or if they had fallen out of the "dirty" pile her grandma had brought me with her over-night bag and I mixed them in. Regardless: GROSS.
I pick up her wet towel from the bath and tell her to pick out and put on her pajamas. When I come back in I'm still grossed out from the tub I now need to clean out and the tools that are still sticking out of the toilet and my tummy's churning in disgust. I return to her room to find her with pants on, no shirt, one hand digging her pants out of her rear and the other hand digging her pants out of the front because they were twisted. So I ask her about it.
"Rachel, what are you doing?"
"There's something wrong with me!"
I lost it. I laughed so hard I had to leave the room. There wasn't anything wrong with her....there was something wrong with her pants. The culmination of all of the disgusting things that had just happened and her adorable response just sent me into a fit of giggles.
And it's little things like that I'm noticing she is doing with more frequency. She's so innocent and (most of the time) honest that her responses catch me off guard and make me laugh.
Friday when I picked her up from school she was either skipping or jumping or just walking weird, I can't remember what. Anyway when I asked her what she was doing and she told me I asked her why she was doing that. Her response? "Because I can." WHAT?! Surely we're like 2 - 3 years from that response!! Right? *sigh*
Here's one last one and then I need to be done with my Rachel stories:
Pigtails!!! I don't do them often (because she can't take a nap comfortably with pigtails) but when I get the chance, I take it. SOOOOO cute! (And it a small way I feel like I'm getting even for all the pig tails I had to wear as a kid.)
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