Some old pictures

I have not had the energy or the motivation to post pictures in awhile, but I feel like I can't post anything else until I do. So I finally got batteries to put in the camera, and I can download the pictures we've been taking since December. There are a lot. I'll try to only put up interesting ones. (You know you just want to see Lizzy.)

In December we had snow. Lizzy didn't really like it very much, but that might have been because she could barely move in her pink and purple Oompa Loompa suit.

My sister Amy took us to the Children's Museum in January, and we had a blast! My favorite was the bubble room and the room that was like a kaleidoscope.

This is the saddest flower I've ever seen. (It was well past nap time.)
Because sometimes, you can't wear just ONE flower in your hair. You have to wear them ALL. She insisted.

My Fifth Sense

I feel like that kid in The Sixth Sense, except that I don't see dead people. Instead, I walk around the apartment whispering, "I smell things." And none of them are good. It's driving me nuts. I can't even walk into the kitchen, anymore. Even my sweet, pretty little girl is no exception. I find myself cuddling her, knowing she has on a fresh diaper, and yet I have to hold my breath, cuz she smells funky. Isaac thinks I'm crazy, but I blame our apartment. I'm pretty sure that all the nasty smells in town originate in our little space. Anyone want to borrow my nose for a few months? I really don't want it.

A Golden Opportunity?

I think I might be about to pass up a golden opportunity. Lizzy' s newest word is "potty." I don't know where she picked it up, but she knows what it means. Every so often she'll tell me "Potty, potty, potty," and run to the bathroom door. Sometimes she'll even pat her diaper. Initially, I was like, no way. I'm not ready for potty training, even if you are. I don't even know that she is ready. (I think she really just likes it when I let her wash her hands in the sink, and she somehow picked up on that being the conclusion to the act.) I tried to ignore it. Do you know how hard it is to quickly take off a disposable diaper, onesie, pants, etc? And anyway, she only wants to sit down for a second, and then she says, "down" and jumps off. But - I wouldn't mind having a potty-trained 18-month-old. And if she is ready, wouldn't I be a dumb (not to mention ungrateful) mom to ignore it? Ugh.