Yesterday was all about Vaughn. She took all my energy.
She was extra feisty, which limited our errands, fought every time to be put into her car seat, told me she was hungry but wouldn't eat, that sort of thing.
She went poop on the potty for the first time. I'm sure it was just a fluke. She's interested in the toilet, but not ready yet.
I caught her trying to climb out of her crib after nap time. Dear Lord, this cannot happen. This child needs to be in a crib.
Last night she also got her first big Owie, Goose Egg, whatever you'd like to call it. It looks more like a Robin's egg and it looks bad. She climbed up onto a barstool, reached for the counter, missed, and hit the side of her eye on the edge of the granite. Swelling started immediately. It was black and blue with a red dot in the middle last night. Can't wait to see how it looks this morning.
Dialogue after it happened:
Justin: We've had these barstools forever. What did we do with them when Vance was little? I don't remember him ever trying to climb them.
Me: We didn't do anything with them. He never climbed them! Not even once!
Vance's school hosted a "Last Minute Shopping Night" for the parents last night. They watched the kids, even gave them dinner, for 2 and a half hours last night. If only we could have dropped the Vaughnster off too! But it was nice. Vance had a good time playing and we were able to get a few more things crossed off our list.