Happy Birthday Eliza!

We can't believe it's already been two years! You are an amazing little girl and we love you so much!

Cuidado!

We're not a bilingual household by any means, but we have a few phrases we've sprinkled in the family lexicon.

With the phrase "be careful" we often say the Spanish equivalent "cuidado". Unfortunately, Eliza now yells it out like a battle cry when she's in a precarious spot. She might as well be saying "no fear" or "Geronimo". So it's CUIDADO....followed by a swan dive off the couch! CUIDADO.... I'm running with dangerous household objects! CUIDADO...I'm a maniac on the playground!

Lesson learned. Warnings are open to interpretation and leave the Spanish to the fearless!

Happy Ween!

Happy Ween is what Eliza kept saying yesterday. We couldn't quite get her to say Halloween; she did say trick or treat a few times. We went to a toddler costume party over at Michelle, Jim and Ethan's place and then all went trick or treating together. It was totally adorable and a lot of fun. Then we stopped by Marna's and Cody's and by that point Eliza was completely sticky and really enjoying a sucker from her pumpkin. I had to fight her to brush her teeth before bed. This morning the first thing Eliza did was ask to put her turtle costume back on and then went and found her pumpkin. Unfortunately I forgot to hide most of the candy last night after she passed out. We did let her have a few more pieces.

Sleep Fighter

Eliza is figuring out how things work and is getting better and better at trying to fool her loving parents. Yesterday while trying for an hour to get her to take a nap, she made each of the following pleas:

"Liza no sleepy. No nap."
"I need fooooood!!!"
"Drink, drink, DRINK! Chocolate milk. Please!!!"
"My mouth hurts."
"My check hurts."
"My eye hurts."
"Tummy hurt."
"I need bandaid."
"Change diaper!"
"I need to potty."
"I need snack."
"I need to rock."
"More books. Read!"
"It's hot!"
"I need ice!"

And no, we didn't fall for the majority of these. And yes, we finally got her to sleep. Whew.

It Wasn't Me

Last week S took Eliza to Barnes & Noble. While they were there he took her to the bathroom to wash her hands. When they got close to the bathroom, S noticed a bad smell coming from the men's room. Apparently Eliza noticed it too because she started saying,
"Daddy pooped?" over and over for everyone to hear. I have a feeling that's just the first of many embarrassing public restroom moments with her.

Potty Progress

So we aren't really potty training Eliza yet, as I'm trying to follow her lead. But, this weekend she kept sitting down on all sorts of cups and small bowls and pretending to potty (with her diaper on). So we went to Target and got her a potty chair since she seemed so into it. Of course after the first 10 minutes she lost all interest...

Purple Head

The other day I put up a couple of Halloween decorations in the yard, including a sparkly purple skeleton head that lights up. Eliza is obsessed with "purple head" and brought him back inside yesterday. She's giving him hugs and kisses and also changing his diaper (how you do that with only a head is beyond me). We crack up listening to her conversations with purple head. "Purple Head, Liza change your diaper. You stinky! Now lay down! Okay, all done." I think the girl needs more human friends.

p.s. She's not really potty training yet but she loves to wear her new Elmo panties. The other day she asked us if we wear Elmo panties too.