It has been forever since I've posted. Our computer broke, and I just now figured out how to download my pictures onto our new computer. Bailey had her Christmas dance recital a couple of weeks ago, and I wanted to post it cuz it's so cute.
Marcus and I have been married for four years. We have two adorable girls, Bailey and Olivia. Bailey is our little comedian in the family. She's going through her terrible two's, but she's the life of the party. Olivia is nine months old, and is our little sweetie. She is always content and smiles a ton. Marcus is in school to be a Physician's Assistant and working at Frontline Pest Control. I teach preschool with my mom, and do some tutoring on the side. Life is sort of crazy right now, but we're having fun!
Bailey was mad at Livvy and said in a very angry voice," You're the tiniest pit in the whole entire world!"
Target is one of her favorite places to shop. The other day, she put out a blanket, and put a bunch of different things on it. She said, ''Mom, you want to play Target?''
We were visiting our cousin's ward for a baby blessing. During testimony meeting, while a guy was bearing his testimony, Bailey started yelling, "That's not true! That's not true!" We had to try to quiet her down as fast as possible.
Bailey asked if I could take the paper off of her crayon. When I did she said, "Crayon's gettin naked. Just like Daddy!" Bailey thinks that Marcus is naked when we go swimming because he has no shirt on. She's a little confused.
We went to the teacher store, and there was a huge picture of Barak Obama. Bailey yelled, "Look Mom, it's Thomas Monson!" I think she was a little off.
Bailey started talking about temples in the car the other day. I told her that Daddy and I were married in the temple. She said, "No Mom. Daddy can't marry you. I want to marry you. Daddy doesn't love you. I love you.'' I told her that girls have to marry boys, so now she wants to marry Daddy. She told me to marry someone else.
I was washing Bailey's hair while giving her a bath. She hates when I pour water on her head. She said, in a very stressed out voice, "Mom, I can't do this right now.'' After the next cup of water was dumped on her head, she said, more dramatically, ''Mom! I just can't do this right now.'' The third time was the final straw. She yelled, ''Mom, I can't let you do this to me!'' I think that we have a little Drama Queen on our hands. I can't wait until teenage years.
Bailey loves to play with her little princess figurines. She loves to create dialect between them. Tonight as they were "talking" to each other, I overheard one of her princess say to the other, ''What's your name? My name is Princess Joe Biden."
She is a very emotional person and gets very worked up about things. The other day, she got herself so worked up that she could barely talk or breathe. I told her to calm down and take a deep breath. She took some deep breaths that helped her calm down. The next day, I saw her telling Livvy, "Livvy just take a deep breath." And then she, very dramatically, showed her how to take a deep breath. Livvy was just breathing out very loudly. It looked pretty cute.
Bailey loves to go to both grandparents houses to play. Everytime I pick her up, she gets so mad and starts crying and yelling,''That's not my mom, that's not my mom.'' If she does that in public, people might think I'm trying to kidnap her.
I didn't hear Bailey for a few minutes, so I went to check on her. I found her behind the door sucking on a stick of deoderant. She said,''I eat pits mom. I eat everybody's pits. Everybodys likes pits.'' Her breath smelled like deoderant all night.
We were driving in the car, and Bailey said, "Look mommy, look." I looked back, and her and Livvy were holding hands. Bailey then said,"Mom, hands together. We are loving together."
She found a cowboy hat at Grandma's house, put it on, and said, ''I'm Heavenly Farmer" I guess she gets Heavenly Father mixed up with farmer.
Bailey spilled cereal all over the floor and made a huge mess. I asked her to help me clean it up, and she said she would help. As soon as she bent over to pick up the cereal, she put her hand on her lower back, and said, "Oh, my back hurts. I can't.'' She did a pretty good job at sounding like she was in pain. I have no idea where she learned that little strategy to get out of cleaning. She surprises me every day.
She calls deoderant "pits.'' The other day, she said, pointing to the deoderant on the counter, "Mom, I want pits." I gave it to her, and she tried to put it on her armpits. Afterwards, she said, "I have pretty pits now mommy."
Bailey likes to say prayers on her own now. She always says that she loves Jesus. The other night after prayers, I asked her if she loves Jesus, and she said, "I love Jesus. He's my best friend." I thought it was sort of cute.
I put Bailey in time out, and she was pretty ticked off at me. She yelled at me and cried for a minute, and then suddenly got a big smile on her face and said,"You have a beautiful shirt on Mommy." I told her thank you. Immediately after she said, "Out now?" She was obviously trying to butter me up to get out of time out. Kinda scary that she's already thinking like that.
Bailey LOVES anything with sugar, and would eat sweets all day long if we let her. When she asks for sweets, we tell her no because it will give her a tummy ache. Today she found a bag of chocolate chips in the pantry, handed me the bag, and siad, "Mommy, I want a tummy ache." I guess the chocolate is worth the pain!
I was putting soap on Bailey during her bath today, and she said, "No mom, don't do that." I said, "Bailey, I have to clean you." She said, "No mommy, don't touch! That's my body."
She was mad at Daddy and said, "Daddy, don't mess with me. You in trouble."
My mom was blowing on Bailey's face the other day, making farting noises. She said, "No Grandma, no poop on Bailey's face!"
When Bailey is very angry at me, she says,"You Died Mom."
We were at my mother in-law's house, and Bailey said, "Mommy, I got chocolate on my hands." We looked at each other confused because we were sure that we didn't give her chocolate. It wasn't chocolate, it was poop.
I killed a bug the other day, and Bailey asked where it went. I told her went to live with Heavenly Father and Jesus. She said, "Oh, bug went to church!