She knows she is beautiful

As we were sitting on the couch watching survivor tonight, Matt and I were discussing one of the competetors that we both think is very pretty. Matt mentioned that she is a "normal" kind of pretty as opposed to "model" pretty because you can see that she had blemishes on her face. But feels that she is still very pretty. Caitlyn informs us of her own beauty...

"I don't have blemishes on my face because I am very beautiful mommy."

I really hope this child isn't this vain when she is older....

This little girl of mine.....

There isn't enough room on this blog for me to write everthing down that she has been saying to me the last few days. By this, I mean that she is pushing me to the limits and seeing just how much she can actually get away with before I lose control. Her newest and most favorite phrase is telling me that I don't love her when I tell her that she can not have something or can't do something. She will even say that she doesn't love me anymore as well.
We were out to dinner tonight and she wanted to dance (it was a Mexican restaurant and there was music playing). The place was virtually empty so I said that's fine, just make sure you stay near the table. Needless to say, i had to tell her about 100 times that she needed to get her ass back by the table or sit in her chair. And even when I told her, she would look at me and grin (an evil one) and say, "But Mommy. I promise promise promise that I will just be right here."
I told Matt that if she is like this with me at 3, then I can't even imagine what life is going to be with this child at 16! Lord help me.
Now many will say, it's that little attitude of hers that got her through the toughest time in her life. My response....if she keeps this shit up, she is going to need it to help her survive the toughest part of life now...ME!!!

She is bilingual?

As you may know, Caitlyn is a huge Dora the Explorer fan. So she has some exposure to the spanish language. She is also learning spanish a couple times a week in school...one of the many perks of almost $500 a month I suppose. Tonight we ventured to Mc Donald's as a family, which I am most certain that Matt thouroughly enjoyed (NOT). There were about 4 other little girls there that Caitlyn was playing with (instead of eating mind you). And they all happened to be of Spanish decent. I tell her that she has one more go up the tunnels and down the slide. So she goes running to the tunnel screaming "Come on" to her new friends. I am waiting at the bottom so that I can catch her when she comes down so that she does not dach back into the tunnels....she knows there is no getting my big ass in there after her. I hear her continuing to call the other girls, as she is quite the bossy one when it comes to playing with other children at times. I guess they weren't moving fast enough for her calling them in english so she proceeds to start yelling "Vamanos!!" (means let's go in spanish). Matt at I simply looked at each other silently and the other parents around began laughing hysterically. One mom looked at me and said..."She must be a fan of Dora."

The Moon Revolves Around her

Caitlyn said not too long ago that the moon looks like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. She always look at it when we are out at night now to see if it looks like him or not (a silver or a full moon). When we walked out of the house tonight, she immediately said that it looked like him and we got in the car and drove away. Well, she was trying to see it, however when we made some turns, it was out of view. As we were driving back home, she said she was sad because she couldn't find it. I told her not to worry that it was still there. Then she figured out where it was...."The moon probably went back to my house to wait for me mommy."

She made me "piss" my pants tonight

Well Happy Birhtday to me! Caitlyn has done it again and has made me laugh so hard that I actually had to run from the room to make it to the bathroom....yet again.
Picture this, a sweet, innocent child sitting on the couch watching Lion King while I sit playing Literati on the computer. I am listening to her chatter to herself when she suddenly starts calling my name. I look over and ask her what she needs. She tells me something that I can't quite make out (not all of her speech is 100% understandable as of yet).
Finally I make some of the words out and repeat them back to her to be sure that this is what she is trying to tell me. She is attempting to tell me something about me being pissed off! She continues to tell me all about it and I tried writing it down as fast as she was saying it so that I could be as concise as possible.

"When you get pissed off, it means that you're not happy. That you are angry. Are you pissed off angry now?"

As if her knowing precisely what the word means and how to use it in sentences, she begins singing something. Again, I can't quite make it out at first. But after careful listening, I realize that my child is calling me "Mom Pissed Off"!!!!

I would love to say that I corrected her and told her that she should not be saying this, but I was laughing to hard....parent of the year I suppose. You know, we have laid off on the dreaded F word and she hasn't uttered that for wuite some time. Now appearently I must remove all of the foul words from my vocabulary....is that even possible???

Oh and on a side note...we managed a bowel movement in the potty of our own accord today :)

Not her words tonight....

My poor baby has managed to go 6 days without pooping. So finally I bit the bullet and used a suppository, something that hasn't needed to be done since she was under 2 pounds and in the hospital. Needless to say, this go round was much more difficult....on both of us.

So it has finally happened, and I am not sure if either of us are happy with the results. She is devasted that she pooped in her pull up and I am mortified that I had to perform such an act on this child. I have managed to bring color back into her face when she stopped breathing in the past, but somehow inserting a rectal suppository has me all up in arms. Go figure!

I am hoping that this is not a trend that we need to fall into and that she is able to start going on the potty naturally!

Modesty....she doesn't know that word!

Silly little girl that she was tonight, made an entire room of people laugh out loud. We went to Matt's football banquet and Caitlyn was so excited to see her daddy standing in front of all of those people talking. She kept asking when she could go up by him. So finally, another coach was talking and I told her that she could go and stand next to him if she stood there quietly. She said she would and she was off to be on stage with daddy.
He was pleased and smiled as she approached him, feeling proud of her of course. When she was about 6 feet away, she attempts to whisper (an impossible task for an almost 4 year old), and says:
"Daddy I have to go pee on the potty!"
Needless to say, everyone got a good chuckle and I ran up there to run to the bathroom with her with my face red as could be.

The pooping saga continues...

What has my life become that I find interesting conversation with a 3 1/2 year old about why she should (or in her eyes should not) poop on the potty??? Such is life I suppose. I have decided that Caitlyn is too smart for her own well being...and for my own sanity.
I actually made this child sit on the potty for upwards of 2 hours tonite in the hopes that "it" would just happen. Tried the bribing thing with a trip to McDonald's. Tried everything that I could possibly think of short of squeezing this child until something...andything....happens. No such luck.
After the initial trauma of not being able to go to McDonald's, my brilliant child gets an idea. She proceeds to ask me:
"Mommy, it's okay to have an accident in your pull up right?"
Let me explain this. About 2 weeks ago, I mentioned that it was okay to have an accident in the pull up while she was sleeping, as that is the only time that she wears those. I should have been a little more descriptive when I told her this sentence, because at 3 1/2 she has already made me eat my own words!