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Since we’ve returned from our vacation, we noticed that our diaper bag has gotten a lot lighter. 

Gone are the multiple changes of clothes.  Gone are the big stacks of diapers.  Gone are all the other little parenting odds and ends that parents with infants bring with them.

So, Hubby and I decided to get rid of the diaper bag and just go with a big bag.

I have a big bag.  Years ago, during my young and single days, I purchased a pink Burberry purse for about $700.  (Ahhh.. the good old days..)

That bag is the perfect size to hold 4 diapers, a pack of wipes, an extra pair of leggings, and my wetbag.  My phone and wallet fit perfectly into it as well.

So, the purse that I had deemed my most prized possession for a good part of my early-mid twenties has now been “mommified.”  It’s turned into my diaper bag.  A definite sign of how much my life has changed.

We aren’t retiring our diaper bag for good.  We plan on still using it for the long, all day excursions. 

I’m actually really glad we’ve decided to downsize.  It’s almost liberating!


M is ruining my credibility.

These past few weeks, the blog has been about the various temper tantrums that we’ve been experiencing with our new little “terrible two.”

Those are true stories. 

My parents surprised us with a visit this past weekend, and did M have a tantrum?

Absolutely not.  Not one.  Not even a small whine or whimper!

And of course, the minute they leave, it’s on the floor and crying because I didn’t crawl into the bathroom with her for her nightly bath.  It’s on the floor and crying because I turned the lights off too soon for her liking.  It’s on the floor and crying because she asked for milk and my walking into the kitchen to get it for her just took a little too long for her liking..

I guess it’s a good thing that she’s on her best behavior in front of other people.  But after all the stories I’d been sharing with my mother, she kind of wanted to see some of it in action. 

Maybe I should just have them over all the time.  Maybe that cures “terrible twos.”

Has this ever happened to you?!

M has been really good about holding her potty needs in until she gets to a restroom.

When we are at home.

She also tries when we are in public.

But she’s somehow become afraid of public restrooms.

The flushing toilets, the automatic paper towel dispensers and the automatic air dryers are the three main things that send her into a crying fit when trying to use the public restroom.

She does really well in a public restroom when there aren’t other ladies around flushing, and washing their hands..

I know it will take time to get over it.

How did you get your child over the restroom fears without traumatizing her?!

I spent most of Hawaii eating malasadas and loco mocos.

Then, right after Hawaii, it was M’s Lalaloopsy birthday party.  Of course I spent most of the party budget on the awesome dessert table.  I think I downed about 10 -15 cake pops that whole weekend.  I know that the Sunday after her party, I ate about 6 cake pops for breakfast..

So naturally, I gained weight.

I told myself, and my coworkers, that after all the September fesitivites I’d do a cleanse.

And I did, along with two of my coworkers.

We decided to do the lemon, water, maple syrup and cayanne pepper cleanse.  We had done it before, and I didn’t see any results.  That’s probably because I totally cheated for most of it.. I didn’t lose any weight at all!  This time was going to be different.  And it was.

Also known as the Master Cleanse, we were supposed to drink only this, day and night.  However, we modified it.  We drank it all day, but had a small, sensible dinner.

Some mornings, I had two hard boiled eggs for breakfast.  But I stayed disciplined.  I didn’t binge on food when I got home from work.  I controlled the amount of dinner I ate.

I started the cleanse on dinner of September 8th.  I weighed in at 151lbs.  I looked like it too.  Have you seen my Hawaii pictures?!

We planned on doing it for two weeks, but I’m continuing until I finish the bottle of organic lemon juice I purchased at Costco.  So I think it will take me into part of this week.

I weighed in this morning at 143lbs.  I lost all my Hawaii weight AND some of the weight I’m trying to get rid of in the first place.

I definitely see the results as well.  I no longer look bloated, and I can walk uphill during our walks with no worries at all!

I’m a little bit worried eating regularly again.  I know that I really have to make a change.  I have to change the type of food I eat, and the amount of food.  I’m looking into a more natural approach.  More veggies.  More natural things.  Just overall healthier choices.

I hope I can keep the weight off, and lose more weight.

I used the Master Cleanse as a way to “jump start” the weight loss and get my stomach used to smaller amounts of food.  I’m hoping that I can continue the weight loss by make smarter food choices and doing the walking.

Yay for getting to that pre-prego weight!

A few days ago, we were at my in-laws house so I could do a load of laundry.  We have a washer/dryer at home, but for some reason only MY clothes seem to be eaten up by the washer that I no longer do my laundry in our apartment… long story, maybe for some other time.

Hubby’s parents went out for the night after I came by to relieve them of M-watching duties, so we had the house to ourselves.

I had the TV on for M.  It was The Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on Disney Jr.

So, Hubby and I went to deal with the laundry.

M didn’t like that.

She wanted me, so she cried.  She cried for me.  She wanted me to stay with her.  She wanted me to be next to her.

Me:  M, I can’t stay with you right now because I have to help Daddy.  You can always come with me and stay with me. 
M: (cries)
Me:  Do you want to be with Mimi?
M: Yes.
Me:  Do you want to watch TV?
M: Yes.
Me:  Then you have to make a choice.  You can always stay with me.. I will just be with daddy over in the laundry area.

The laundry area was pretty accessible from where the TV is located.  She was always within earshot.

Well. She chose the TV over me, which Hubby so happily likes to point out.  But she cried for me and cried for me.

I had to just let her cry.  The laundry had to be done, and she’s old enough for me to not necessarily have to drop everything I’m doing to tend to her cries.  The times when I would just leave Hubby to do all the heavy lifting are kind of gone now.  M is pretty self-sufficient.  She has to learn to handle things on her own while I have to learn to start to contribute more into our daily lives instead of depending on Hubby to take the brunt of it. (Side note:  So very blessed to have an awesome Hubby that does tend to take the brunt end of things… I do love him lots!)

After awhile, the cries subsided into almost meaningless “ahhhhs.”  Most parents know what I’m talking about.  The “ahhs” where they know they should be crying, but they just don’t feel like crying…

I told Hubby, “As long as I can hear her, I know she’s ok.”

The cries turned into occasional whines, so Hubby decided to take a peek at her.

She was lying on the ground, tummy side down, elbows up, watching TV.

She was absolutely fine. 

She was so ok about everything, that when I did return to the TV room, I walked right by her to sit on the couch and she didn’t even notice until I said something!

In the end, the point of the story is… she chose TV over ME! 


I’ve been dealing with these toddler temper tantrums for almost two weeks now.

There have been good days.  There have been bad days.

One thing I’ve learned about myself is that I’m actually a lot more patient than I realized I am.

Ok.. so it’s only been two weeks.  AND I know I haven’t seen the worst of it yet. 

But considering what I thought of myself prior to this phase, I’ve been doing well. 

I’ve always considered myself pretty impatient.  In most cases, I still am.

But when it comes to M and her tantrums, I seem to find a sort of calm in trying to deal with it.  I think it’s because I know that if I come into the situation with my temper flared up, it’s only going to make the situation worse.  I also know that at this point in the temper tantrum game, her tantrums don’t last very long and she is easily distracted from them. 

So at this point, I think I have it somewhat under control.

However.. like all things “toddler-related,” this will eventually change. 

I’ll return to this subject in about a month and we’ll see how well I’ve kept my cool.

I just hope I understand you…

By the time M was about a year and a half, she was talking fairly well.  I mean, I understood her most of the time.  She was able to identify objects, particularly objects she liked or needed..

Since then, I’ve encouraged her to “use her words.”

Now that she’s older, I try to emphasize using her words, especially since she’s well into her terrible two, temper tantrum phase.

She’s been ok with it… as long as I can understand her.

Case in point:
Last night’s bath.  She wanted to go into the bath with her shirt on.  As she was climbing in, I picked her up and took her shirt off.  She wasn’t happy with that and just started crying.  I had to reason with her that she couldn’t wear her clothes into the bath.  Then, she turns to me and says something that started with an “a.”  Through her tears, she was pleading with me with using this word I could not understand.

She was using her words, but I just didn’t understand them..

I ended up sticking her in the bath and she cried for awhile, most likely from the frustration of not being understood, then she was gleefully distracted by the running water and her toys.

I felt bad.  All this time, I tell her to use her words, and when she actually does try to use them, I had no idea what she was saying. 

Sigh.. Toddler problems..

I knew it was bound to happen..

It’s been several nights now and she’s been doing it each night.

M used to be the best little snuggler in the world.  She used take my arm and just hug it like a teddy bear.

Lately, she’s pushed me away and rolled away from me to fall asleep.

So sad!

She’s growing up and she doesn’t need me for that sort of security anymore.

There are times in the middle of the night where she’ll wake up a little bit, check to see if I’m there, and snuggle up to me.

But then, right when she knows she’s about to fall asleep again, she pushes my arms away, rolls away from me, and then falls asleep.

I know it’s all about growing up, I have to face it.  But, I miss her cuddles and her hugs.

I guess it does make it easier to start thinking about a toddler bed for her..

It’s so true that I’m so much more attached than she is…

Sigh… she’s not a baby anymore..

It started out easy enough.

M asked for milk.  However, since M had been sick for the past few days, all she wanted was milk.

I wanted to give her water.

Well, M wanted milk and she was going to let me know that.

She asked me for milk.  I said, “Why don’t you drink some water instead?”

Well, I apparently said a bad thing.  It was as if I told her that she can never drink any liquid ever again.  It was like I told her that she was to be thirsty for the rest of her life.

She threw herself onto the ground and screamed and cried for milk.

When she calmed down, I offered her a compromise.  Drink a little bit of water, and then I will give her milk.

She cried.

But because I’m the mommy, I gave her the water anyway.  She drank it.  And she calmed down.

So, like I promised, I started to pour her milk.

She saw me take the milk out.  She even told me that I was holding milk.  She saw me pour the milk into her sippy cup.

But, I guess she wanted it in a bottle because when I handed it to her, she was on the floor and screaming and crying again.

She turned her back on me and on the milk.

So I sat with her.  I sat with her while she pouted away from me.

After a few minutes of pouting, she put a hand on my leg.  Soon after, she snuggled up into my lap.

I hugged her for a bit, then I told her in a super calm way that what was in the sippy cup was milk.  Then I asked her if she wanted it.  In her small voice, she calmly told me yes.  So I handed her the sippy cup and she took it and drank it.

Victory for me!

There have been many small frequent meltdowns, but this one seems to be the worst.  I’d like to say that I won this battle..

If only they will only be this easy from now on…

Well, I dropped the ball and kind of forgot to write a post for today.  Seeing that I don’t really have the time in the morning to write a nice concise blog entry, I figured that I’d just direct you to my craft blog today.

There’s a new entry about a scrapbook layout I just finished here.

And here’s the blog entry about the craft-related aspects of my daughter’s second birthday party here.

Feel free to look around. 

I promise tomorrow will be good.

It will be about the epic battle between mommy and toddler over the great milk v water debate!  I promise you won’t want to miss it!

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