Big One

This may be a little more graphic but after talking to my little sister and thinking about it, I want to remember this. Read at your own risk!

The other morning, I was showering as usual. The bathroom door was open so I know Tanner is safe and still alive. Ella comes in and decides to open the shower door. Heres our conversation.

Ella: "Mom, I see you. I see your bum."

Me: "Okay, shut the door."

Ella: She starts giggling, "It's a big one. " More giggling.

Yeah, she definitely made my day. I told her thanks and to leave.

Always Changing

Ella loves to change her clothes. It depends on the day but she can seriously wear 10 different things in one day. She changes because she gets bored with what she wearing, she gets a tiny bit of food on her shirt, whatever she can use as an excuse. So I decided to take a picture for ever new outfit she puts on. It was actually one of her better days.

She always starts her day in this purple dress. She doesn't come out of her room in the morning until she has this dress on. She loves it, I think its partly because it is the most comfortable and easiest to put on.

We always go somewhere, so I make her choose an outfit to go to the store in.

As soon as we get home from wherever we have gone she disappears into her bedroom and usually comes out in the purple dress again.

Later she decided to change it up with her Ariel dress.

But a while later went back to her favorite.

She wanted to go outside and so I told her she has to wear normal clothes, this is what she picked. A favorite of hers.

Of course, as soon as she was done playing right back to the purple.

Seriously people this was a slow day for changing clothes. Sometime she changes during dinner because she gets water or a little bit of food on her clothes. I try to tell her that its fine because its the end of the day but it won't do for her, she has to have clean clothes. Her pink leotard was dirty or else that is usually worn at least once through out the day. I am just glad she can dress herself. I do a lot of laundry for this girl but this is just one battle that I choose not to take on.

A Little Nutty (8 months)

Tanner turned 8 months on the 15th and he is just more and more fun as he grows. I don't have any stats because he doesn't go to the doctor until 9 months but its been a while since I have written about him.

He usually sleeps through the night, unless he is teething.

He does not teeth well.

He has two teeth on the bottom. I think he is getting more right now because he has been a bit fussy lately.

He loves pancakes, bread, pasta, crackers, anything that is a carb. Thats my boy.

He like baby food but does get frustrated with it sometimes. I think its partly because he doesn't get to feed himself.

He is scooting around quite a bit in just the last few days. He has been getting up on his knees all by himself as well.

He always wakes up happy and will usually just play in his bed for a while.

He is getting too big for his car seat, he will be upgrading soon because it is a tight fit if he is wearing a jacket.

He gets offended when Dave comes home and doesn't show him some attention. Its actually really cute.

He is still a snuggler and loves soft things.

He loves to jump, so we get quite the work out during church.

He loves Ella's dolls, he likes to poke at the eyes.

Preschool!!!

I am starting to feel stressed because we decided that we would put Ella in preschool next Fall since we don't know if she will start kindergarten in 2011 or 2012 since her birthday is August 30. I at least want her to have 1 year of preschool. I am on a waiting list to hear if she gets in to the preschool that I want. It is crazy that I have to start this early and apparently I was behind on getting her registered.

I don't like thinking about kindergarten, because really I don't want her to start when she is barely 5. I want to keep her home where I know what shes learning and I know who she playing with. But I also don't want to hold her back, if she ready and wanting to go then I want her to go because I know it wouldn't be good to keep her home. I'll be honest though, I am secretly hoping she isn't ready. I know, I am terrible.