Generation Gap

We put up all our Christmas decorations this weekend and Rhea was more than willing to help.  As we were emptying out the bins of stuff, she found about 5 Christmas DVDs and two Christmas VHS.  She opened every DVD to inspect the dvd and tell us she wanted to watch the movie.  When she got to the VHS she got really aggravated.  She kept trying to "open" the black case.  When Justin explained to her that this was the movie and there was nothing to open, it infuriated her even more. She threw a hissy fit and kept screaming at him to open it.  The funny thing is we don't even have a VCR to watch these movies so we couldn't show her what we were talking about.  We have since hidden those movies so we don't have to argue with a two year old about what a real movie looks like.  I am feeling really old tonight.

Night Moves- The Rhea edition

As I am driving home tonight the song Night Moves by Bob Seger was playing on the radio.  Since I have not shame I was singing along out loud.  Rhea decided to get in on the singing with me and proceeds to yell "nice boobs".  I stop singing thinking I heard her wrong but she kept going adding her own lyrics which went something like this "Nice boobs, Nice boobs, boobies boobies boobies.  Mommy's boobs.  Mommy's boobies".  I honestly have no idea where she gets it from (side eye glance to my husband)

Back seat driver

So Pugly

Driving to lunch today I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I stated to Justin  "After I have this baby I think I want to get Botox in my forehead.  I hate all these lines and wrinkles.  Don't you think I would look better without all these wrinkles?" Justin looks long and hard at me and said " I like the way you look.  Your face reminds me of a pug with all your wrinkles"

So yes as soon as I give birth I am getting Botox.

Tickle Tickle

Rhea is very ticklish.  She gets this from Justin because he too is extremely ticklish.  She begs Justin to tickle her and laughs hysterically when he does it.  Sometimes you just have to say the words tickle tickle and she cringes and giggles.  So last night Justin was using his soldering iron in the kitchen (don't even ask) and he was kneeling on the floor.  Unbeknownst to Justin, Rhea snuck up behind him grabbed his foot and screamed "tickle tickle"  Picture if you will someone who is extremely ticklish using a blazing hot soldering iron while getting his feet tickled by a 20 month old.    Needless to say, he will no longer be using this equipment outside of the garage.

Diabetes - 22 years later

Today is my anniversary.  My Diabetes anniversary.  It has been 22 years since that fateful day in May.  I can remember how scared my mother was but was trying to not make me panic.  She kept leaving the room to get in touch with my Dad and make arrangements with my doctor.  Luckily for me and by some random act of god my best friend Stephanie was at my doctors office with her mom that day.  I remember how scared I was with the diagnosis.  Diabetes.  I mean it has the word "die" in it.  I even recall Steph and I having that conversation in the office.  "What's going to happen to you?' she asked.  "you will be fine"  she said.  Everyone kept telling me I would be fine but I knew they were scared.  And it took a long time, but I can honestly say that I am fine.  Diabetes is part of who I am at this point.  I am sure I tested my blood sugar atleast 8 times today, but I could not tell you when or that it even hurt.  My pump plays lovely music when it wants to tell me something but other than that I barely even know I am wearing it.  I think the news and sometimes my fellow diabetics make Type 1 diabetes out to be this awful thing.  My response to that negativity is that it could be worse.  The world is a cruel place.   To me Diabetes means taking care of yourself, taking care of your body, watching what you eat.  And if you think about it, shouldn't everyone be doing this in the first place?    I mean I am healthy, I am happy.  I am alive.  I am married.  I have a daughter.  Diabetes is with me everyday but I am ok with it.  So this year instead of feeling sorry for myself or anyone else with Type 1 diabetes, I am celebrating.  And yes, I can eat cake.

Hug it out

Rhea is at that age where I am pretty sure she understands everything I am saying to her.  And I am pretty sure she knows exactly what she should and should not do.  So last weekend she hit me really hard in the face.  I yelled at her that hitting is not nice and that she hurt Mommy.   I asked her to apologize to me and give me a hug.  With tear rimmed eyes she came over to me, gently touched my face and hugged me.  Nice right?  Well now that she knows what an apology is she is trying to use it to her advantage.  Like on Sunday when she bit me and I told her "no biting"  She leans into me and says "hugs, hugs" which was very nice.  But she proceeded to bite me again.   So it seems to me that every time we tell her "no" now she just smiles, yells "hugs",  gives hugs and kisses and continues to do what she was doing.  That somehow the cute little way she is apologizing will make you forget what you were mad about in the first place.  And I will tell you what.  It is working.

All in the eye of the beholder

My Dad came out to visit us this morning.  My mom called me this afternoon and said that my Dad had a nice visit and she heard Rhea was really good.  I asked my mom if Dad mentioned the park.  She said he did.  He said he had a nice time at the park with Rhea.  I then say to her did he mention that she threw a tantrum when we got there because she did not want to go on the swings.  She threw a tantrum when I climbed on the slide with her and when I tried to help her down the slide she threw another tantrum.  She threw a tantrum a few minutes later because I helped her take her coat off.  The tantrum escalated to her rolling around on the muddy ground ruining her new sneaker that Dad brought her.  Then we left.  We were there for approximately 4 minutes.  My father never mentioned this to my mom.  He said she was perfect.  All in the eye of the beholder I guess.

17 Months

Rhea is now 17 months old.  She is getting so big so fast!  She is getting so tall and strong.  It breaks my heart that she is no longer a baby.  She is developing quite the personality and I am enjoying getting to know this little lady she is becoming.  She is bossy, jealous, cheerful, giggly and a whole bunch of other things in between.  Listed below are a few things we know about Rhea at 17 months.  

She may look cute but don't let her fool you.  She uses those teeth to get what she wants. 

She loves to Woof like a dog.  All the time.  

She is not a morning person just like her father.

She loves her binkie

She will not talk with Nana on FaceTime.  Only Papa

Most days she loves Duke more than me and Justin

Not sure how it is possible but I fall more in love with her each and everyday.