Binki Monster

So this morning (at 4am) my little darling decided she wanted her binki and was going to scream bloody murder until she got it. I have a bucket that has all of her binkis and bottles in it, so I told James just to dig a binki out of there because the one she had last night had fallen between the bed and the wall and I didn't know where the other one was.
So, James grabbed a binki from the bucket. She wanted NOTHING to do with it. So we thought, maybe that's not the problem. James tried everything to calm her down and NOTHING worked. Finally he goes "Just see if you can find that binki." So I reached down, found the binki, popped it in her mouth, and she immediately passed out.
Lesson learned: My baby is a binki snob. Today I'm going to the store to buy a hundred more of the exact same binki so we NEVER have this problem again.

 

Oh, Izzy...

First off, Izzy is the best big sister EVER. She wants to hold and rock her baby all the time. She gets the diapers for her sister, the boogie wipes, she gives her sister her "tummy time" and informs us any time the baby is crying (as if we didn't know) When her sister is sleeping she holds, rocks, feeds and diapers her "plastic" baby.

Lately the baby has been receiving a little more attention. She has in turn become attention seeking in many ways. A little more naughty and a little more nutty. Part of it of course can be attributed to the fact that she's three, but the culmination has created a monster. Being as smart as she is, she keeps everyone around here on their toes.
So about a year ago I remember having a conversation with James about it being weird that she never "pretends". You couldn't even really joke with her because she took everything so seriously. She didn't even pretend with her toys. We thought maybe she was so smart she wouldn't ever be able to. Kind of like Sheldon on The Big Bang Theory.
Well in the last few months she has proved us wrong. Everything is make believe. Before the baby was born she would talk about things the baby was doing (in or out of my tummy), conversations they would have, the adventures she would go on with Dora, her pet Dragon, and many other crazy things. Those things were all clearly made up. In the last few weeks however, these 'stories' have become about actual people. Apparently James and I go to the bar quite frequently and drink lots of beer and leave her in the car. She has also informed me that the baby ripped up her coat and ate it, and that she hit her and tried to choke her. Hmm...Somehow I don't think any of those things are possible...

So here's my favorite conversation I have had with her so far:


Isobel: I need to change my clothes. They're dirty.
Me: Daddy is finding you some jammies.
Her: Am I going to bed?
Me: Yeah honey, it's bedtime.
Her: But my mommy said "no".
Me: Oh really? Your mommy said you don't need to go to bed tonight?
Her: Yeah.
Me: Mhmm, I'm sure she did. Go see if that works on your dad.
Her (to her dad): My mommy said "no"
James: Yeah, nice try.
Her: I'm gonna call her.
James: Ok, call her and see what she has to say about that.
Izzy (on her fake phone to her mom): Hi mom, is it bedtime?....Oh, she breaked up. (shuts phone)

She is constantly cracking me up. Maybe someday I'll learn to contain myself when she's being naughty. But sometimes she's just TOO funny.

Grammy's Home!!!

If Izzy is up early enough, she, along with the dogs and sometimes the cats, greets Grammy at the top of the stairs when she comes home from work with a "SURPRISE!"

On this particular morning Izzy wasn't there so Lola stepped in as the morning greeter (along with Cyrus, of course)