Teenager in a one-year-old body

Each passing day brings a more independent and slightly more, um, let's say "sassy" Lindsay. There is no doubt when something isn't right in her world....she'll let us know. Aside from the vocal notifications, she has started to pick up some very teenager-like mannerisms.

For instance, she loves the car. Not riding in it. She wants to drive. Whenever she is outside when we get home, she insists on testing out the driver's seat.

We are going to have to watch the keys closely, I think.

She is also totally into lounging around the living room....often with an annoyed look on her face when we break out the camera. I believe this is the "Really? We are doing this again?" look.

The day that clinched it for me was when I walked into the living to see her texting. Granted, it is just an old phone we let her play with, but it certainly seems she has the hang of it. 10,000 texts and minutes a month, here we come.

If she starts growing up any faster, I fully expect Kevin to lock her in her room until she's 30. So if you don't see her for awhile, you should know the first place to look.

Don't tell me it's raining

Lindsay has a peeing problem. Nothing medical or serious…she just pees A LOT at night. A few weeks ago Kevin and I woke up to a puddle of pee between our heads one night when she was sleeping with us (yes, we know….her sleeping in our bed is a whole other issue for another day). She had literally peed so much between 9pm and 5am that it had soaked through her diaper, through her pajamas and was being soaked up by our sheets and mattress. Disgusting with a capital ‘D’.

Then it was brought to our attention that they make night-time diapers that are extra-absorbent. And boy are they. I’m convinced these things could hold a gallon of water. So…problem solved.

Wrong.

Yesterday morning she was extra crabby when she woke up, so I sat down with her to cuddle for a bit before doing anything else.

Bad idea.

About 2 minutes into our cuddling session, I suddenly feel as if I’m peeing my pants. There was literally a stream of liquid running down my lap and down my leg. After about 5 seconds, I realize what is likely happening and I lift Lindsay up to see a stream of pee coming through her pajamas and onto my lap. Not wanting to let her pee to stream across the living room and into her room, I’m forced to basically let her finish before moving her. I’m certain the blanket I pulled over the top of my lap and my pajama pants won’t ever be the same.

This kid seriously doesn’t care if her diaper is full of pee or poop. And now, even brimming to the brink of the dam breaking, she has no problem sitting in that mess. I fear for her later in life.

At least I can take solace in that it wasn't poop coming out of the diaper. That is a lot more difficult to clean up than pee and certainly something I don't want to deal with before my morning coffee.

Fashionista

I am staging an intervention. Since the robe and baseball hat day, things have become worse.

Last weekend it was PJ bottoms and no shirt....I hope the urge to not wear a shirt stops by the time she reaches kindergarten.

And the next day it was wearing her life jacket around the house.

I fear we are one step away from her wearing raw food around. I guess we've been listening to a little too much Lady Gaga. Time to turn on the Taylor Swift instead.