Lucy-isms

Heath and Lucy were brushing their teeth. Heath, finishes, and then flosses his teeth. When Lucy finished brushing hers, he asks:

"You want me to floss'em?" 

 Her response:

"Mine are awesome too."

Am I Missing a Few Teeth?

Because, if I get reverse head-butted one more time...

Oh, you don't know what the reverse head-butt is? It is when a squirmy toddler, who is experiencing either the sleepy wobbles or a major tantrum, is in your lap; they lean forward and without any warning lean back really fast, cracking their head right into your mouth.

This has resulted in some sore, and I swear almost loose, front teeth. She has even bloodied my lip! Thank goodness it seems to hurt me a lot more than it does her. The bloody lip experience is the only time she cried. I am not sure it was the pain or my moaning that made her cry. 

"So, Lucy, what did you want to watch on...oohp....son-of-a..."

No - I didn't cuss. I stuck to the Tommy Boy version.

I may have teared up too, since no one else was there to judge. The few times Heath has seen it, he just gives me one of these:

- eyebrows raised
- teeth fully in view, clenched
- nose scrunched
- head titled

Are you trying this out as you read? You should. You'll get the idea.

The expression says, "Holy crap - that looked like it hurt. Are you gonna cry?"

I am scared too. Lucy is only getting bigger. There will be a day that she pops back and breaks my nose! Nothing is worse than getting hit in the nose too. Okay, a few things. But, it is like cutting onions, water rushing up your nose, Dr. Pepper burp, and getting punched all at the same time!

Haha...did I go a bit far with the Dr. Pepper burp? Don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about.

Anyway, wish me luck in my future. I will be sure to get lots of pictures of these pearly whites, just in case they decide to exit my mouth, via Lucy's head. Good thing we have great dental insurance.

10 Things I Never Thought I'd Say

1) "Heath! Why did you delete SpongeBob off the DVR? We didn't have anything to watch!"

2) "Chico! No, ouchie....no, no." Lucy treatment is rubbing off on the dogs.

3) "Want some yum yum?" Ahhh.....baby talk. :{

4) "These 1st birthday decorations, Lucy, are for the 'little girl down the street'." Perhaps she will believe us - ?

5) "For her birthday, we got Lucy a new C-A-R-S-E-A-T; it faces F-O-R-W-A-R-D." Why did I need to spell 'forward'?

6) "You're smashing your own hand, hunny."

7) "No. We don't chew on diapers."

8) "The wall has to be strong; so, when Lucy throws things at the ceiling fan, and it flings across the room, it won't put a hole in the wall." We are trying to mentally, and physically, prepare for toddler Lucy.

9) "Heath, she just drooled all over your pants."

10) "Will you wash that dog toy off? Lucy keeps chewing on it..."

What did you think that you would never say? :)

Move the Dog Food

It officially happened. Lucy got into the dog food.

I had always been told that she would get into the dog food and undoubtedly eat it. So, we had prepared as best we could. We put the dog food on the other side of the baby gate allowing the chihuahuas to climb up and then back down the stairs for snacks and water. Then, Lucy also started climbing up and down the stairs; so, we had to move the dog food.

We decided the kitchen was a good place, over in the corner. Lucy hardly spent any time in the kitchen when she wasn't in her high chair - that was until I started making Christmas cookies. She was done with snack time and grew very impatient of 'the chair.' So, I pulled a few Tupperware bowls out of the cabinet, gave her a few wooden spoons, and let her bang away on them. It was a great past time for her, for about 10 minutes. Even Heath thought she would be fine playing while we worked on the cookies. Other things in the room became more interesting though, such as the heater vent or the door stop.

We had Christmas music playing and I think Spongebob was even on in the living room, which we could hear. But, that wasn't enough to dull the sound of the hard, dog food from clinking on the side of their shiny, silver bowl. I didn't even have to look; I knew it was Lucy!

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no........." I hollered, getting progressively louder and harsher, as I ran with peanut butter fingers to snatch up Lucy. I immediately pulled her hand out of her mouth and started digging for food. She thankfully only had one piece and it was placed directly between her four top teeth and four bottom teeth. At least she was going to try and chew it!

The look on her face? Surprised, at me that is. The taste? I've seen worse reactions to green beans and little licks of vanilla ice cream! Dog food however, was apparently not so bad.

I guess we will have to move the dog food again! She'll just have to stick with heater vents, door stops, and Tupperware!