Gabriel, put your chocolate down!

For those of you who are friends of mine on facebook, sorry for the double-use of a very interesting phrase.

This morning during Hula Girl’s independent playtime, she was listening to Bible songs for kids, and I could not, for the life of me, make out what the lyrics were on one of the songs. The closest I got was, “Gabriel, put your chocolate down!” I am 99.9% positive those were not the actual lyrics. But it gave me a great mental image!

Speaking of Hula Girl, she’s really been putting her hormonally-imbalanced Mama to the test these past few days. Let’s not forget, here, folks, that I am in the middle of weaning her, which causes hormone wackiness. I have been tired, crabby, and edgier in general. But add to that mess Hula Girl’s Wonder Week (you can find out more information about wonder weeks here) and her newfound love of screaming, and you’ve got yourself a VERY happy Mama when Daddy comes home at night.

I love this kid. I mean, for real. She’s a super cool baby. Not to mention, she’s pretty darn cute. However, she has done some not-so-cool and not-so-cute things within the past 24 hours which have contributed to her Mama’s DESPERATE need for ice cream. Allow me to elaborate…

1. Liquid intake. Hula Girl has decided it is no longer “dans le vent,” as they say in French (“fashionable” for those of you illiterate or rusty in the French language), to simply drink from a cup. No, no! She takes her cue from her friend Shamu, and spits her dew and says, “Wahoo!” Not only does Mommy get soaked, but Hula Girl goes through like 5 outfits/day again… just like when she was little and refluxy. I am ignoring this behavior in hopes that it gets boring after a few days.

2. Solid food intake. Hula Girl is decidedly slowing down her eating, and eating much less than she did even a week ago. Fine by me. But it still makes me crazy how slowly she eats.

3. Miscellaneous intake. Yep, had to call the Poison Control Center (again) last night. Why? She shook the (childproof) lid off my prenatal vitamins. I thought I cleaned them all up, but she got her little hands (and then mouth) on one. She had orange foam coming out her mouth. So gross. Apparently it didn’t taste bad enough for her, though. Here’s why- during her independent playtime, she started to cry a lot. Unusual for her. When I got to her, I noticed her pointing and whimpering and wiping her mouth. What was she pointing at, you may ask. I wasn’t sure at first… but then I realized… it was her poop. !?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!????!!!!  Her diaper failed to contain everything, and it got smushed against the side of her playpen, and she thought it looked tasty (or at least interesting enough to investigate), and she tried it. And then cried.  But did she learn? NO! I took her outside after lunch, and we played in the sprinkler, and she decided to eat a rock. Sigh.

4. Spills, spills, spills. Water, food, water, milk, food, toys, water, food, milk. You get the gist.

5. Random potty maneuvers. Hula Girl has decided it’s fun to climb into her potty. She has also decided she doesn’t want to peepee in her diaper any more. No, she’d rather wait until she’s lying on her back fully clad (other than the diaper) so she can go all over her clean clothes and clean changing pad cover. Have I mentioned how many outfits she goes through each day?! There is a bright side to this issue- she is VERY aware of when she goes peepee. She looks, watches, and then yesterday she started pulling at her diaper to let me know it was wet. We will be potty training for real when she’s done weaning. I just don’t want to throw all that at her at one time.

By the way, she is way too young to be doing things she does. Saying colors? Showing me she wants to be out of diapers? I’m all for it… I just don’t think I am ready to parent a baby who thinks like a toddler. Only by the grace of God. I pray for His wisdom in raising her every single morning. And I’m pretty sure that’s what gets us through. That and our washer.




  1. Carol said,

    June 22, 2011 at 3:49 pm

    Thank goodness for automatic washing machines!

  2. Kristy said,

    June 23, 2011 at 7:12 am

    Wow. I was surprised at some of those things in so young a little lady, too! Wow. I really feel for you. Sometimes things like one more (very) dirty outfit can be the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Also, when i weaned my first child (which was tougher on me than the second), I felt nauseated, achy, emotional, and incompetent, if that helps any. I remember crying at fabric softener and other commercials. Out of sentimentality. I kid you not.

    • June 23, 2011 at 11:04 am

      Oh, Kristy, I am so glad you can relate. I have decided to go on an eating strike, because I just feel so nauseated all day long. It’s kind of weird because I wasn’t nauseated AT ALL with my pregnancy- but now it’s all catching up with me. I have not been crying at all though. During my pregnancy, I cried at everything. Commercials, books, magazines, you name it.

      Anyway, it helps to know it’s not just me! 🙂

      • Kristy said,

        June 23, 2011 at 11:33 am

        Ha ha, it’s not just you, sister! Hang in there.

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