Suck it up, part 2

Day 2, no paci.

She hasn't minded one bit and we're going to wrap them up and give them to our L&D friend to give to the new babies.

Cause every newborn just out of the womb needs a used paci.

Once Upon a Dream, Part Deux

A few nights ago, BigM woke in the middle of the night because she had a nightmare.

I ran up the stairs to comfort her, because that's what moms do. (I also ran up there quickly to comfort her so she wouldn't wake her sister up.)

I was lying in the bed with her all snuggled up next to me and I whispered, "Do you want to tell me what happened in your nightmare?"

She began to tell the tale.

"I was standing with my magic wand, and T was helping me kill all the bogs and one jumped on me, and Daddy grabbed it off of me and he saved me."

{heart melting} "He did? Don't you feel so safe knowing that Daddy will protect you even in your dreams?"

"Yeah, he used a really mean voice and he yelled, 'GET OFF OF HER!' and he saved me."

He is the most awesome Daddy ever.

She fell back asleep almost instantly, so I headed back to my bed. I almost woke DM to tell him he's a hero, but I didn't because I am the most awesome wife ever.

Suck it Up

Close your windows, lock your doors, the Apocolypse is coming. Seriously, stand back. Lightning is about to strike.

I've been telling LM for a few weeks now that when she turns three (which won't be until June), she won't be able to sleep with her paci anymore. She has fought me to the core, telling me, "My need it. My WILL sleep wif my paci." Sometimes, she'll wake around 4 and cry out, and I'll have to get my lazy tail out of my cozy bed and trek upstairs because she can't find the dang thing. It's almost always between the mattress and the bedrail, thankfully. Once it's securely in her mouth, she goes back to bed while I'm left to lie there wide awake until the alarm goes off.

Tonight after brushing teeth and before story, I was looking for it and it was nowhere to be found. She knows it must stay in her bed, and the only time she's allowed to have it is when she's sleeping. I asked her where it was and she said matter-a-factly, "My not need my paci. My big girl. My not sleep wif dat anymore."

Say what?

Seriously? You're going to go to bed without your paci?

"My big girl. My not need it. Tomorrow, we get dem all and wrap them up for the baby." (I've been telling her that the "baby" needs the pacis. Now I have to find a baby she can give them to, preferably a girl since most of them are pink. No, the baby in question is not currently residing in my uterus.)

I told her if she really slept the whole night without it, she could have marshmallows for breakfast. (I really said that. And I really meant it. If she'll give up her paci, she can have a pony. And I might even let her wear her princess dress to school. Don't tell her I said that.)

I gave hugs and kisses to my best girls, turned out the light, tucked them in and walked downstairs. It's been over 3 hours and I haven't heard a peep out of either of them.

I should probably write a book on how I got her to give up her paci so easily. I'd be a bazillionaire. Now I just have to figure out what I did.

The Magician

It's only been 22 months since we moved in this house, and while we still haven't finished unpacking, we finally, finally got gas logs for our fireplace. Cozy, isn't it?

Since we like to pretend we're high class around here, we got a remote control. (And since we're not fancy high class, we only got an "On/Off" remote, rather than a "variable remote"- one you can actually change the flame height. By remote control. I'm not kidding.)

BigM was at school when they installed the logs, so when the installers finally left, I hid the remote from LM and told her to say a magic word. Voila, the fire appears. She looked at me through squinty eyes and said, "My not do dat. You do dat, Mama."

Gig's up, lady.

When BigM came home, I tried the same trick and we spent a good ten minutes of her trying all different magic phrases (only "Abracadabra" worked, in case you were wondering.) I was laughing so hard I was crying, while LM was rolling her eyes, clearly superior to all our nonsense.

We probably should have gotten her a variable remote. She's obviously more sophisticated than the rest of us.

She was also most unamused when the new logs set off the fire alarm.

Cold Feet

It was unseasonably warm this past weekend. On Monday, I asked the girls to go play by themselves for a little bit so I could get some things done. After about 15 minutes, BigM said, "Okay Mom, we're ready to go out in the snow."Judging by the looks of them, I believe they were.

Once Upon a Dream

Oh, it's begun. I can't believe it's already here, and I can't believe it took so long.

LM is obsessed with Disney Princess, specifically Sleeping Beauty.

Is there something more intense than obsessed, because that would probably be a better description.

Aunt Train, Lolli & Pop went to Disney a few weeks ago so AT & Pop could run the Disney 1/2 marathon. (In other news, I went for a walk today and a 1/2 a mile in asked LM if she could push me in the stroller.) Little did they know we had watched Sleeping Beauty for the first time and boy, did my LM fall in love with that story.

I have been singing "I Know You" to them for weeks now, after we made it through Beauty & the Beast (oh, I didn't tell you about that? Dad, you're right. I have totally been slacking on the blog.) We borrowed Sleeping Beauty from a friend the first week of January, and have watched it no less than 1.2 million times since then.

Lolli, AT & Pop brought the girls back matching Sleeping Beauty nightgowns. That was January 9th, and LM has only taken hers off twice since then to go to school, since the rules around here include (but are not limited to) 1. No Pajamas outside of the house unless you are sick and 2. You can't wear dress up clothes to school. (That's right, LM has only been to school twice since the beginning of January, thanks to the massive snowstorm of 2011.)

I consider myself a pretty reasonable parent.

Every day this past week, LM (dressed in her nightgown, of course) has asked me to dance with her (while singing the "I Know You" song) at 4:45, right before DM comes home. (How she knows it's almost time for him to arrive is a mystery to me.) If that isn't cute enough, when DM opens the door at 5:05, I am cast aside like yesterday's garbage and she dashes over to him, batting her pretty little eyelashes and coos, "DM, may I haf dis dance? My be Sleeping Beauty and you be Pwince Phih-wip?"

He falls for it every time, and sweeps her up in his arms and they twirl and spin around the room while HE sings "I Know You." There is nothing more precious in this entire world. I dare you to try and find something that even comes close to comparing.

(Okay, this isn't her Sleeping Beauty nightgown, but it's her second favorite dress up dress. This one she got from Santa.)

On Thursday morning, I woke her up and told her she needed to get dressed for school. I bet you could hear her screaming fit from your house. She threw herself on the bed and shrieked, "My not taking dis off. My Sleeping Beauty. My wear dis to school." She's only two and she weighs 23 lbs, but I couldn't even wrestle her out of that nightgown. BigM explained the house rules to her, "You can't wear dress up clothes or pajamas to school unless it's Halloween." (So she does listen to me!) Shrugging her shoulders, BigM dressed herself and went downstairs to get some breakfast.

Finally, after 10 minutes of arguing and cajoling and pleading and promising things I never thought I'd promise my child, LM finally said through tear-stained eyes, completely exhausted from her tantrum, "My wear dis to school for Halloween?"

"Of course you can, Sweetheart."

"My can? My can wear dis to school for Halloween?"

"Absolutely, that is a fantastic idea. Wait. You know today isn't Halloween, right?"

"Today not Halloween? My not wear dis to school today?"

Oh good gracious. It's January.

"No, sweets, but I bet you can tell Ms. Heather & Ms. Sonya that you will wear your nightgown to school when it is Halloween" 10 months from now, when you're in a different class.

We compromised with a church dress, and the promise that she could wear her Pwincess Aurora nightgown as soon as she got home from school.

I had no idea she was such a diva.

It's a loooooong time until October.

Mother Knows Best

Why don't you get in my bed and take a nap?

"My NOT tired. My NOT taking a NAP."

Okay, then why don't you get in my bed and you can watch a movie instead?

"Okay, my do dat."