It has come to my attention that Ava is definitely making progress with her occupational therapy. This is great news...right? Well, of course it is, except when in involves Vick's vapor rub. So, what could Vick's have to do with Ava's small motor skills you ask? Evidently a lot. I have realized that she can now open jars.
On Friday evening, AFTER I had taken her on an exciting trip to Chuck E. Cheese she decided to thank me by doing two of the most disgusting things she could think of.
1. We were reading the book Annie's Chair for the millionth time and I began to smell something funny. I ask Ava if she needs to go potty and OF COURSE she says no. I continue to read and the odor continues to get worse. I look at her and ask again and she just sits there staring at Annie and her boring old chair. I pick her up, feel her bottom (thinking she probably had gas), and discover that she has POOPED HER PANTS! I ask her why she didn't go poop in the potty and she just says:
"I sorry Lala, mommy be mad?"
I told her that mommy, daddy, and Lala do not want her to poop in her pants because she is a big girl now and explain for the hundredth time that pee and poop goes in the potty. Then she asked me if I pooped my pants!!!! I said:
"Ava, Lala does not poop or pee in her pants because Lala is a big girl and Lala does not like to be yucky." She just says, ok.
She has been potty trained since the beginning of the summer and all of a sudden she is having bad accidents...it's kind of frustrating. We'll keep working on it!!
2. After I clean her of poop I tell her she can play in her room while I make dinner. She happily goes in her room. As I am making crescent rolls, I realize that it is oddly quiet...which is NEVER a good sign. I call to her to ask her what she is doing and she doesn't respond but I hear her moving around on the baby monitor. I go to the doorway of her room and a familiar and pungent medicinal smell smacks me in the face. Vick's Vapor Rub. I look at her and realize that she has pretty much emptied the jar and rubbed the greasy, smelly goop all through her hair and all over her body. She says: "I pretty Lala." I don't know whether to vomit from the smell, laugh, cry, yell, or what. I stood there for about 20 seconds before I could deal with the situation. There was not much to do except throw her in the bath and try to get the stuff out of her hair. After washing twice...she still had hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in a month. Wow. Thankfully, Liz asked her stylist and they suggested using Palmolive (it cuts grease for real)! Her hair is back to being beautiful, but it was then that I realized that all gels, creams, etc. needed to be moved from her reach. She's definitely not a baby anymore!
After all this, I decide that I am ready for the weekend. I wished Liz good luck, kissed precious little Ava's greasy head and high tailed it back to Brooklyn. :)
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
chuck, tears, and good advice
Today I took Ava to Chuck E. Cheese. She has been talking about it for two weeks and I figured that a Friday is a good day to take her to get all sugared up. She was so excited! Sure, she climbs up the ski ball ramps instead of throwing the balls up there, but that's ok. She usually just ends up running around tearing up that place on a root beer high while I play the easiest games possible in order to win a sufficient number of tickets to get yet another purple beaded necklace or "neckle" as she calls it. I don't know why she is obsessed with this place lately, every ride she attempts she wants off of in 2.2 seconds. oh well, the whole idea of that place kind of freaks me out.
Last night, Colin beat Liz home and for some reason this sometimes makes Ava a little unsure of what the hell is going on. Colin was wanting a cuddle from her and she wasn't at all complying. I told her that Daddy was "sad", so she looks at him and says: "Daddy, you go in your room and calm down." Ha!
Yesterday she also said what may have been the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Unfortuntely I slept in yesterday to an ungodly hour b/c of:
a. Amanda's birthday
and
b. my HORRIBLE alarm clock
Long story short, I was exhausted and felt SO BAD that I was so late. I was feeling pretty down and cried a little. I never cry in front of Ava, but I was feeling really bad! She gave me her bunkie, after she wiped my face with it, and said:
"Don't cry Lala, I love you."
This made me cry even harder. Words can not explain how much I love this little girl! What a sweetheart. Of course, then she kept asking me if I was going to cry again. She was so concerned.
Well, I'm off to read. More next week!
Last night, Colin beat Liz home and for some reason this sometimes makes Ava a little unsure of what the hell is going on. Colin was wanting a cuddle from her and she wasn't at all complying. I told her that Daddy was "sad", so she looks at him and says: "Daddy, you go in your room and calm down." Ha!
Yesterday she also said what may have been the sweetest thing I've ever heard. Unfortuntely I slept in yesterday to an ungodly hour b/c of:
a. Amanda's birthday
and
b. my HORRIBLE alarm clock
Long story short, I was exhausted and felt SO BAD that I was so late. I was feeling pretty down and cried a little. I never cry in front of Ava, but I was feeling really bad! She gave me her bunkie, after she wiped my face with it, and said:
"Don't cry Lala, I love you."
This made me cry even harder. Words can not explain how much I love this little girl! What a sweetheart. Of course, then she kept asking me if I was going to cry again. She was so concerned.
Well, I'm off to read. More next week!
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Lala is back!!!
So, I know I need to get it together and keep up with this blog. So far I have no readers. Well, I guess I need to post it on my facebook or tell somebody about it in order for anyone to read it. I got this idea from my friend Julie's sister, Kim. Her blogs about her three kids were making me laugh really hard and started me thinking about the funny and sometimes scary things that Ava does. Plus, this will be a good place for her family and friends to check in on her from time to time!
In reading my last blog, I found was complaining about the Bugaboo. Since then we have gotten rid of that nightmare and gotten a Maclaren. You can not imagine my relief. I'm not getting carpal tunnel...no I'm not. Strollers will always be a pain in the ass, but the Maclaren has proved to be the lesser of the evils.
Ava is going through some kind of stage (I hope it's a stage). She simply does NOT listen to anything I say unless I threaten her with a time out. It's so embarassing. I hear myself threatening a two year old with an elmo stool in the corner and I want to slap myself in the face. Isn't this WHY I spent thousands of dollars to have a degree in education? It just goes to show you that nannying is COMPLETELY different than teaching.
Speaking of nannies...it's hard for some of us to receive respect in this city. Now, I'm not speaking of the actual family that I work for. They are as always, the BEST. Here's the deal: I'm at YAI with Ava yesterday waiting for her to finish her therapy appointment and I'm frantically reading my assignment for my class that evening when a mom comes in with her son. She sees me "studying" (as she called it) and looked at me like I was crazy. This is how we conversed from there:
Her: "Are you STUUUDYING?!!!"
Me: "Just reading, I'm in grad school for non-profit management."
Her: "Are you nuts? You're a mom AND getting your masters?"
Me: "Oh, I'm Ava's nanny." (I know what's coming so I cringe...)
Her: (Relieved, but shocked) "Oh, you're a NAAAANNY! Then of course you have time to go to school."
I just looked like her like she was clearly an idiot. Now, I'm not saying that being a mom and going to school would not be difficult, but does this mean that being a nanny makes it easy to get a master's degree?? Is this lady so deluded that she doesn't see the "good" nannies in this city pushing Bugaboos full of toys and kids and groceries? Isn't that what she does as a stay at home mom? It's hard. I sweat buckets everyday, peel glue off my arm hair, finish half eaten chicken nuggets, wipe snot off my clothes, and chase after a two year old at the park. AND YES, lady...i go to school. Phew...I needed to get that out there.
Anyways...this is supposed to be about Ava, so Let me get back on track.
Ava is speaking in full on sentences that make me laugh really hard. The other day, I woke her from nap and she started jabbering on and on about this sheep that she wants me to get down off of a shelf. Now, her mother and I have told her time after time that she can not play with the particular sheep. (It's more decorative and meaningful than a regular toy.) I again tell her no and explain that she has a million other animals to play with. To this she says: "You get a ladder and get it down Lala." Ummmm...I don't even know how she knows what a ladder is.
She has also started a preschool alternative program that she goes to two mornings a week. I leave her there, which is something that I thought she'd have more trouble with. Instead, she basically pointed me to the door the first day and told me she would see me later. It also comes as no surprise to me that she apparently is an angel in her class. Hmmm...I want to show her teachers a video or something of her throwing an absolute fit when Liz won't let her watch Dora. They can't BELIEVE she would ever have a tantrum.
From here I could go on about my disgust with Dora the freaking Explorer, but we'll save that for another day!
Read more!!!
In reading my last blog, I found was complaining about the Bugaboo. Since then we have gotten rid of that nightmare and gotten a Maclaren. You can not imagine my relief. I'm not getting carpal tunnel...no I'm not. Strollers will always be a pain in the ass, but the Maclaren has proved to be the lesser of the evils.
Ava is going through some kind of stage (I hope it's a stage). She simply does NOT listen to anything I say unless I threaten her with a time out. It's so embarassing. I hear myself threatening a two year old with an elmo stool in the corner and I want to slap myself in the face. Isn't this WHY I spent thousands of dollars to have a degree in education? It just goes to show you that nannying is COMPLETELY different than teaching.
Speaking of nannies...it's hard for some of us to receive respect in this city. Now, I'm not speaking of the actual family that I work for. They are as always, the BEST. Here's the deal: I'm at YAI with Ava yesterday waiting for her to finish her therapy appointment and I'm frantically reading my assignment for my class that evening when a mom comes in with her son. She sees me "studying" (as she called it) and looked at me like I was crazy. This is how we conversed from there:
Her: "Are you STUUUDYING?!!!"
Me: "Just reading, I'm in grad school for non-profit management."
Her: "Are you nuts? You're a mom AND getting your masters?"
Me: "Oh, I'm Ava's nanny." (I know what's coming so I cringe...)
Her: (Relieved, but shocked) "Oh, you're a NAAAANNY! Then of course you have time to go to school."
I just looked like her like she was clearly an idiot. Now, I'm not saying that being a mom and going to school would not be difficult, but does this mean that being a nanny makes it easy to get a master's degree?? Is this lady so deluded that she doesn't see the "good" nannies in this city pushing Bugaboos full of toys and kids and groceries? Isn't that what she does as a stay at home mom? It's hard. I sweat buckets everyday, peel glue off my arm hair, finish half eaten chicken nuggets, wipe snot off my clothes, and chase after a two year old at the park. AND YES, lady...i go to school. Phew...I needed to get that out there.
Anyways...this is supposed to be about Ava, so Let me get back on track.
Ava is speaking in full on sentences that make me laugh really hard. The other day, I woke her from nap and she started jabbering on and on about this sheep that she wants me to get down off of a shelf. Now, her mother and I have told her time after time that she can not play with the particular sheep. (It's more decorative and meaningful than a regular toy.) I again tell her no and explain that she has a million other animals to play with. To this she says: "You get a ladder and get it down Lala." Ummmm...I don't even know how she knows what a ladder is.
She has also started a preschool alternative program that she goes to two mornings a week. I leave her there, which is something that I thought she'd have more trouble with. Instead, she basically pointed me to the door the first day and told me she would see me later. It also comes as no surprise to me that she apparently is an angel in her class. Hmmm...I want to show her teachers a video or something of her throwing an absolute fit when Liz won't let her watch Dora. They can't BELIEVE she would ever have a tantrum.
From here I could go on about my disgust with Dora the freaking Explorer, but we'll save that for another day!
Read more!!!
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