I might be raising the most Christian child ever.

She's pretty sure that every time we get in the car we're going to 'church' and as far as she's concerned every book that's not hers in the house is a Bible. 

Lawnmower

This lawnmower pop'er has gotten more mileage then any other lawnmower in the neighborhood. 

Good gift Jen :)  

Outing

On Sunday afternoon we "hiked" up bridal falls. 

When Magdelyn saw the water she screamed 'turtle!'  (See, she's looking for them) But alas, there were no turtles.  I explained that the water was moving too fast for the turtles and that they'd all been washed to the duck park.  She then insisted we immediately go and find them (she started to truck down the hill saying duck park). I told her we'd go 'tomorrow' (she doesn't really understand tomorrow does she?).  Duck park were her first words on Monday morning.  Apparently she does understand tomorrow.    So off to the duck park we headed to find turtles.   

And turtles we found. 

And after all the hoopla about the turtles she was annoyed with me for dragging her over to see them (notice in the picture above she's refusing to look at them).  She was much more interested in chasing the hissing

Canadian Geese.

And, Tim would like me to mention that he was an integral part of the Bridal Falls adventure.  Integral.  Absolutely. 

The end.

Sleeper

I swear she sleeps more now then a year ago.  It's almost hard to get anything done in the days.  My mom is picking us up in 10 minutes for an outing.  At 9am.  I'm about to go wake her up.  She naps at 1pm and Tim often gets her up when he gets home from work at 4:45.  She goes back to bed between 7-7:30, and it's a blue moon that she makes a peep before morning. 

Don't even bother asking what I did.  I have no tricks.  I just have a husband who loves to sleep - and apparently it's genetic.

Froggy

One day we had potty success.  I think she was as surprised as we were. 

We were hopeful.  Maybe potty training would be easier then I thought.  Unfortunately since then, froggy has gotten the most use of the potty. 

Today I told her she could have a candy if she pooped on the potty.  She was tempted and gave it a good  push or two.  Then she stood up and said "diaper.  no candy store." 

So, no candy store it was and I changed her poopy diaper 10 minutes later. 

Play Date

Natalie and Magdelyn

They played in the street, they jumped on the couch and they asked for meat as a snack. They're bound to be forever friends :)


And while they played, Joshua climbed into a drawer to get the ball. Shocking to watch since magdelyn never crawled - let alone into drawers.

Helpful

Love of water + Love of copying mommy = Carwashing being the best chore ever

Curly

For those of you, far away, who wish they could be closer to the back of my childs head, check it:


It happened so quick. In retrospect I swear we woke up one morning and she suddenly had curly hair. Like instant pudding, one second it's all milky and the next second it keeps its shape. Wierd.

Finally,

Something Tim and Magdelyn can do together.


{Sidenote: The magazine was entirely her doing. She got off the potty to go get it.}

it's not eco-but it's green.

Snot is a commonly addressed issue. I also kiss a number of owies ever day. Sometimes I get the two mixed up. Yesterday, Magdelyn came running into the kitchen with her hand outstretched saying "uh oh." I instinctively bent down to kiss it. My lips came away damp just in time for her to say, booger. Sick.


She's very bothered by things that are yucky, and she's placed snot into this category. We had breakfast sausage for lunch this week and got a crumble of it on her finger. She stretched her hand out to me and said "booger." She took a closer look at it and said "meat booger." Clever. It did look very much like a meat booger.


Last week she held perfectly still to let me put a pair of tweezers up her nose to grab a booger that was too high for me to reach. I have never once fought to wipe her nose or her face. If it's dirty, she wants it cleaned.

Icing on the cake

Everyday feels like icing. But a picnic on the beach with the Emme's on a warm spring evening? That's icing on the icing. Little miss must-be-clean even played!


This is Emme #3. She's nearly dropped the Emme now in favor of actually calling him Ryder. She LOVES him and he's SO good to her. Seriously, if I could have kids as kind and gentle as the Emme's I'd be a very very happy mom.

Why all the vacuuming?

We had our caregroup over last night. I'd vacuumed before they arrived. They're a tidy group of people. They didn't wear their shoes into my house. They left my place in good repair. It wasn't a wild party.

This morning, after I'd helped Magdelyn out of her slipper jammies, she headed barefoot down the stairs and took no more then 1 or 2 steps onto the hard wood floor before she called me over to point out "yuckies." These were the yuckies she disapproved of:

It's hard to keep up with my little neat freak.

If mommy does it...

then I'd better too.

This vacuum attachment is the perfect size for her. I love this stage and I'm so glad that this is the sort of thing we get to do all day. Spend copious amounts of time - vacuuming.

Easter

Magdelyn 'got' Easter this year. She called out HAPPY! as we were welcomed into my parents home for the annual Easter Egg hunt. As my brother reviewed the rules, she snuck to the front of the line and barreled out the door when he opened it. She didn't know what she was looking for until we pointed her in the right direction, but was right in the game when she wasn't being distracted by the swing or rocks.

She'd practiced the night before at the Epp family easter egg hunt. She shares the attention at the Wiebe household with five other cousins, but at the Epp egg hunt - she was the sole participant.

Exciting green gummy bear.

Side Effect

of breakfast with a runny nose.

Callie's visit

Callie came over last week so her mom, Bonnie, could get her beautiful curly hair trimmed. Callie was an angel.

Magdelyn, well, she was good while they watched a video after which she 'struggled' with sharing.

Magdelyn might be 1 of the 2 children in the world to not have taken a shining "Sophie the Giraffe". But Callie liked it, and all of a sudden, Magdelyn just had to snuggle it.

Callie downed as many Baby Mum Mums as I would give her. Baby Mum Mums. Long before I ever had kids, Jen Janzen had Everet. Everet introduced me to Baby Mum Mums. I watched him one day while Jen was in a wedding and he ran around chowing down these weird rice crackers and it was just so cute I imagined having my own mum mum eating baby one day. Really. I it crossed my mind. I'd see mum mums in the grocery store and think "oh, one day..."

Magdelyn, of course, has refused to eat Baby Mum Mums. UNTIL Callie liked them! Here's how it went:

Okay, this can't be so bad.

Oh, actually it makes me want to puke.

No thanks, I changed my mind.

Very Helpful

I've learned that if I include her in tasks she actually participates in a non-destructive way. So, I let her help me load the washer and then she's allowed to press the 'on' button (ONCE!)


Daddy didn't let her press the button and this affable scene ended with her running to me in tears saying "Daddy, No!" (Interpretation: Daddy SAID no).

She's a tattletale.

So fast.

Her vocabulary is one of her strong suits, but today was one of those days where I just shook my head. Wasn't she just born? How can she be talking to me?

She ran around the house tonight with her stuffed puppies saying "I run with dogs!"

Today Kris and Lisa came over with 4mo old Micah in a carseat, she ran to greet them, pointed at the seat and said "Baby in there!"

In the last week or so she started telling me "I got poopies."

I regularly hear "I want momma" or even "I need momma." "I need it" in general is one of her favorite phrases, along with "go outside", "rocking chair" and "I sit here" (in reference to couch, window seat, stairwell, highchair, rocking chair etc.)

In amongst all the things that I can understand (and it's garbled for sure, but if you know Magdelyn talk you can clearly catch it) is an almost unending stream of gibberish. The other day she found a (closed) nail polish bottle and I watched as she gently held her foot and touched the bottle to her toes. WHAT? When has she ever seen that? Honestly, it's creepy how spongy kids are.

She's 18months old tomorrow. Happy half birthday baby girl.

She just had to

Try on my t-shirt this morning.

Terrifying Developmental Milestones

1. She figured out that she can open any door in the house. This includes: the pantry door, the bathroom door, the door leading to the basement ...

Let me lay out the problem here: I have a glass shower. In the mornings I bring her toys to the bathroom, shut the door and hop in the shower. She ignores her toys completely and empties out my cupboards. It's fine. She safely plays with my tampons and I get my hair washed while I keeping an eye on her. Today, I shut the door and she opened it. I shut it again, and she opened it again. I jammed it with a towel and she screamed while I got myself undressed. She was eventually distracted by the tampons, and we were good.

At the end of the shower she watched me carefully as I unjammed the towel from under the door and opened it. I've got maybe 2 showers before she figures that out. Frick.

2. Remembering to close the toilet lid was previously a sufficient deterrent from random things being tossed into it. Yesterday she figured out that she can lift the lid herself. She quickly threw her plush ball into the bowl while she saw me coming (I love the swift hand pull back of a toddler who knows their in the wrong). Aside from toilet locks, and I give up on the application of locks, I'll just have to teach her that this is not allowed.

I've learned that it takes about 3 firm and consistent NO'S for her to learn a boundary. I suspect at least 2 more things will be sacrificed to the toilet bowl while this lesson is learned. I'm praying it's not our remote control or portable phone (one of which has already been sacrificed to the cup of water on my nightstand).

3. And finally; she got up onto the couch on her own this morning. We've hit the climbing (and falling) stage with full force.