I was a bossy little girl. My mom jokes that I came out of the womb with a cigar in my mouth giving the doctor orders. Can I help it that I know everything?

Some might say I’m still bossy. I’ll admit that I give an order or two on occasion, but it’s only when absolutely necessary. I mean, if I don’t tell K at work to go get me a cookie, how else will he know? And at home,  CJ says that I use my “mom tone” with him. I personally don’t hear it but he says it’s so. Whatever, now go to your room and think about what you’ve done. But take the garbage out first!

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Isabella seems to have picked up this trait from me. Toddlers are a little bossy anyways I guess, but she seems to really enjoy barking out orders. She gets a little twinkle in her eye when she does it. When I got home from work tonight we played together in the basement. Here is how it went for the entire 15 minutes we were down there.  This was all her.

Oobie for mommy. Oobie for daddy. Pink one for daddy. Green one for Mommy. Now switch.

See pictures of baby on computer! Mommy sit in the chair there. Get pictures of baby!

Bella runs really fast! Mommy do that! Over there. Now over there! Faster!

March mommy. Like Bella does.

Itch the wall. Right there. Now there. And there. Now the sun.

Kiss the shadow. Bella’s shadow. Now mommy’s!

Mommy take a nap right there.  Now right there.

Go backwards and forwards. Like Murray.

Mommy do that. Mommy hit the door. Please mommy! Now hit it over there.

Open the lid mommy. Frisbees stuck in there. Pleeeease!

Throw it mommy. To the chair. Now the other one. Mhmm. Like that.

And so on. You get the idea. I find it kind of amusing but I do try to remind her that she needs to say please and thank you. Normally she’s really great about using the magic words. I guess tonight she forgot all about them.

Maybe this will translate in to her becoming a great leader some day. Perhaps even President. Maybe she’ll create a new position for me – Chief Bossy Pants. I could live with that.

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Isabella has discovered a new place to put her woobies when she no longer needs them. She has many places really. The floor. The tables. Inside her toys. At one point she tried to stick on in her “pocket” in the bathtub, but that was just the one time. She often tucks them beside her in the highchair and says they are in her pocket. But those places are old news. Her new place is extra special.

She puts them down my shirt.

It all started one night when I was carrying her. She had one arm around my shoulder and the other up by my neck. In fact I think she was holding on to my necklace.  Then her hand slipped and ended up slipping down my shirt. She pulled my shirt back, looked down and said, “What’s in there mommy?”

Two things that can bring you a lot of power or cause you a lot of pain in your life. Parts that are so coveted, men the world over will be rendered speechless by a nice pair and women everywhere will give anything to have them.  Ok not really. I think I mumbled something under my breath and distracted her with a toy.

After that, she started purposely sticking her hand down in my cleavage as a nice warm resting place. She did it once at Target and I got a few looks from moms that quickly steered their kids away from me.

On Friday night, as is pretty typical, she had 3 oobies – one in each hand and one in her mouth. She asked me for some juice but in order to take the cup, she had to put the woobies down. So she said, “In there mommy” and proceeded to place one after another down my shirt and lodge them in my bra until all 3 were tucked happily away.

CJ came in then and I told him that he now had competition for the use of my girls. Once Munchkin was done with her juice, she matter-of-factly reached down my shirt and pulled each oobie out one by one.

I guess she’s practical. She needed an oobie holder and my girls weren’t doing anything so might as well put them to good use!

I am trying to put a stop to it though. This new pocket can’t lead to anything good if it continues. It would be really awkward to be at her wedding and have her stick the bouquet down in to my boobs.

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Isabella surprises me everyday with the stuff she says. I am constantly amazed by the words she knows and how she’s able to put them together. Instead of writing about our evening in standard prose, I’ll tell you about it via Isabella speak.

Arriving at home:

“Welcome home Mommy! Welcome home mommy!”

“Watch ‘Yo Gabba Gabba’! Get cooking mommy.”

During dinner:

“Really yummy, mommy! Tastes good!”

“Bella hold the JELLO, pleeeeease!”

“Sing the ‘Hey Dude’ song mommy!” (which is sung to the the Beatles’ ‘Hey Jude’)

“Jungle song – mommy do that!” (“The Lion Sleeps Tonight” song)

“Daddy do beat box.”

Putting peas in her JELLO cup and then saying “no peas in there” as she took them out.

After dinner we went for a walk around the neighborhood and eventually ended up at the park. She climbed on the teeter-totter and this is what happened:

We came home and did some coloring before heading off to bed. She insisted on taking her plastic alligator and cow with her. From the kitchen I could hear this on the monitor:

“Good night orange alligator. Good night blue cow. Good night playground. Good night sandbox. Good night juice. Juice in sandbox dirty.”

“That’s Elmo’s woooooooorld! That’s Elmo’s toys! That’s Elmo’s alligator! That’s Elmo’s hands!”

She’s finally off to sleep now and I’m about to pay bills. Tomorrow I go in for a much needed massage and I can’t WAIT!

Good night everyone!

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At least, that’s how I feel right now.

Isabella fell again. On my watch. *sigh*

She didn’t fall down the stairs this time though. Instead she tipped her chair and fell backwards onto the laminate floor in the kitchen.

I’ll back up. See, as you know, we’re trying to sell our house and so have to keep it in show ready condition all the time. One thing the realtors have us do is move Isabella’s high chair to the garage, so that we can push the table in the kitchen back a little and make it look bigger. Instead of going through that hassle all the time I decided to buy her a travel booster seat. It straps to a regular chair and we can buckle her in it at home. Then when we leave for vacations or restaurants or simply want it gone, we fold it up and go! It arrived Friday night and she’s been using it like a champ all weekend.

One cautionary note though is that she tries to push herself back from the table using her legs against the tabletop. I made sure to tell CJ over and over that we have to watch for this and keep the chair secure.

I should have heeded my own advice.

I got dinner all ready tonight and set our places. CJ was taking a quick shower so it was just me and Munchkins. I strapped her in and pushed her up to the table. She told me her potatoes were too hot so I picked up her plate to blow on them. In doing that, I took my concentration off her and didn’t notice her pushing back with her legs against the table. All of a sudden I saw her chair start to tip back. It wobbled there on 2 legs for a minute and then started to go back. Unlike when she fell down the stairs, none of this was slow motion. In fact, it all seemed to happen very fast. 

I lunged forward trying to grab the chair and keep it from falling. But I was only able to grab the side of it which caused the chair to twist and it landed on it’s right side. So of course Isabella hit the right side of her head and body on the ground. It probably would have been better for me not to have grabbed it but my instincts kicked in. She stayed strapped in the seat but of course was crying fiercely. Poor thing!

She seems to be just fine. No bruises or bumps. Just scared. Her and me both.

Dammit, I hate when she gets hurt on my watch. I feel like I’m the worst person in the world and a terrible parent. A good mom would have kept the chair secure. I know these things happen.  I know kids are going to fall. But I don’t want it to be my kid!

We’ve been lucky so far to have no serious injuries. When will our luck run out? I shiver at the thought.

At any rate, we’ve since moved her chair to the side by the wall so that it can’t tip back. Lesson learned.

So as not to make this a totally downer post, here are some pics of us at the zoo on Sunday!

Gazing up at the fish in the aquarium water tunnel.

Wearing our matching shirts in the Gorilla House.

Loving those monkeys!

Poking the rhino statue in the nose.

Running through the Garden of Senses.

Now I’m off to see if the $300 pearl necklace that I wore on my wedding day can be fixed. Isabella grabbed at it and broke the chain. I guess pay backs really are a bitch.

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