
Today was one of those days were you have ten million things to do and you wake up praying that your children will be troopers through it all and then your dreams come crashing down and you find yourself in a mommy time out. I don't know how many of you have experienced these kinds of days but they are horrible and seem to be coming more and more often. I think it may have something to do with Kayt growing up.
My little baby girl, which she is still called quite often, is not a baby anymore. If you happen to question, she lets you know rather forcefully, "I am a big girl and a noodle (the nick name her Uncle Will gave her)." She is bound and determined to do everything all by herself all the time. She does pretty good with most things but there are somethings she just can't quite get; like combing the back of her hair where her hands won't reach yet. Or, brushing the teeth in the back part of her mouth. So everymorning we battle about me helping her. I have to catch her at just the right moment as to avoid a total "big girl" melt down.
The first thing Kayt wants to do in the morning is get dressed. "Mom I need to be pretty" she tells me and goes to her closet and picks out an outfit complete with shoes and jewelry. She gets herself dressed with little help from me, (I have to lay the clothes out so she gets the tags in the back and the buttons in the front) she then combs her hair and runs downstairs to Scott and asks, "Do I look pretty daddy?" or "How do I look?" or "Tadaa!"
Kayt has also become the worlds best helper in the kitchen. Whether it is doing dishes or cooking she is there. SHe is getting really good at cupcakes! She loves to mix and scoop and taste. We have a cooler in our kitchen from the power outage that she has adopted as her stool. (I have got to get something to replace it.) She drags it to wherever the action in the kitchen is and starts grabbing, chopping, dumping, mixing, washing it doesn't matter just as long as she is doing something. She always sings the song, as best as she can, "when we are helping were happy and we sing as we go." That's about all she knows. Or she'll just make up her own song and sing.
She loves to push Ella in her stroller, make her laugh, give her the binky, sing to her, read to her, give her toys. She is her little mommy. Consequently Kayt is Ella's favorite person.
Kayt also loves to shop, everyday she asks if she can go shopping. We went to Old Navey the other day and she picked out an entire outfit for herself and was crushed when she could only have the shirt because it wasn't as cute without the pants and socks that matched.
She loves to dance and sing and make up stories and play with princeses. She is getting so good at coloring and drawing. She draws pictures of people based off of their eye color. For example, she is always drawn in brown, Ella in blue, me in green ect. She draws faces and hair, and hands and feet. I am going to take a picture of one of her drawings and post it on here because it is great. I was so shocked when I first noticed it. I just thought to myself, "you drew a person, not just a scribble wow!!"
With all these amazing new feats of independence Kayt has started testing limits and I just don't know what to do. I feel so disrespected and unloved some days. I know it is all just a part of the process but it is such an overnight transistion it seemed from "I need my mom for everything and she is the best", to "let me do what I want all by myself." Like I said I know it is good but it has been tough to actually have to argue with Kayt and set some rules and really have to discipline my sweet baby girl. A mean look doesn't do a whole lot anymore. BTW disciplining bites because it makes me realize she is doing something wrong which I never thought would happen.
But Kayt is still my little Kayters and after we battle it out she always gives me a great big love and tells me she's so proud of me and that I look really pretty. All wounds are healed until the next round.
Today we battled and tonight we made up and all was right in the Smith house.
My little baby girl, which she is still called quite often, is not a baby anymore. If you happen to question, she lets you know rather forcefully, "I am a big girl and a noodle (the nick name her Uncle Will gave her)." She is bound and determined to do everything all by herself all the time. She does pretty good with most things but there are somethings she just can't quite get; like combing the back of her hair where her hands won't reach yet. Or, brushing the teeth in the back part of her mouth. So everymorning we battle about me helping her. I have to catch her at just the right moment as to avoid a total "big girl" melt down.
The first thing Kayt wants to do in the morning is get dressed. "Mom I need to be pretty" she tells me and goes to her closet and picks out an outfit complete with shoes and jewelry. She gets herself dressed with little help from me, (I have to lay the clothes out so she gets the tags in the back and the buttons in the front) she then combs her hair and runs downstairs to Scott and asks, "Do I look pretty daddy?" or "How do I look?" or "Tadaa!"
Kayt has also become the worlds best helper in the kitchen. Whether it is doing dishes or cooking she is there. SHe is getting really good at cupcakes! She loves to mix and scoop and taste. We have a cooler in our kitchen from the power outage that she has adopted as her stool. (I have got to get something to replace it.) She drags it to wherever the action in the kitchen is and starts grabbing, chopping, dumping, mixing, washing it doesn't matter just as long as she is doing something. She always sings the song, as best as she can, "when we are helping were happy and we sing as we go." That's about all she knows. Or she'll just make up her own song and sing.
She loves to push Ella in her stroller, make her laugh, give her the binky, sing to her, read to her, give her toys. She is her little mommy. Consequently Kayt is Ella's favorite person.
Kayt also loves to shop, everyday she asks if she can go shopping. We went to Old Navey the other day and she picked out an entire outfit for herself and was crushed when she could only have the shirt because it wasn't as cute without the pants and socks that matched.
She loves to dance and sing and make up stories and play with princeses. She is getting so good at coloring and drawing. She draws pictures of people based off of their eye color. For example, she is always drawn in brown, Ella in blue, me in green ect. She draws faces and hair, and hands and feet. I am going to take a picture of one of her drawings and post it on here because it is great. I was so shocked when I first noticed it. I just thought to myself, "you drew a person, not just a scribble wow!!"
With all these amazing new feats of independence Kayt has started testing limits and I just don't know what to do. I feel so disrespected and unloved some days. I know it is all just a part of the process but it is such an overnight transistion it seemed from "I need my mom for everything and she is the best", to "let me do what I want all by myself." Like I said I know it is good but it has been tough to actually have to argue with Kayt and set some rules and really have to discipline my sweet baby girl. A mean look doesn't do a whole lot anymore. BTW disciplining bites because it makes me realize she is doing something wrong which I never thought would happen.
But Kayt is still my little Kayters and after we battle it out she always gives me a great big love and tells me she's so proud of me and that I look really pretty. All wounds are healed until the next round.
Today we battled and tonight we made up and all was right in the Smith house.











