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The other day I was reading the girls a story about skeletons. Pearl was very interested in learning the names of several bones she had not heard of yet and was pointing them out on herself. Then she decided to teach me a bone I had not heard of, she raised her arm up and said and this is my pit bone!
Pearl has recently become very curious about the differences between male and female anatomy. She is always saying mommy has boobs, daddy and I have nipples. She also asks Mike "You a boy daddy?" when he replies, "Yes, I am a boy." the next question is always whispered "You have a penis daddy?". She almost asked our pastor this same question a few weeks ago, at church, but Mike stopped her just in time! Yesterday at breakfast she told me that a piece of my scrambled eggs with cheese looked like boobs!
As long as I am sharing more Pearl stories I am actually behind on her antics. I can only imagine the stories we will have to tell her when she grows up and am trying to record them here so I don't forget.
Last summer while baking with the girls I was using the mixer and Pearl decided she wanted to taste the cake batter and stuck her hand right into the bowl while the mixer was running. I thought for sure she was going to have broken fingers as I quickly unplugged the mixer and struggled to remove the beaters that were stuck due to her hand being wedged between them. When I pulled her hand out she was able to move all of her fingers and only had a few red lines on her wrist that were no longer visible within the hour. I can truly say God once again had angels watching over this child.
Pearl being potty trained early has been a mixed blessing. She is physically capable of going into the bathroom and going potty all by herself, she just can't be trusted alone in the bathroom by herself as she will get into some kind of mess. Here are a few of her bathroom escapades...
One day while waiting in the bathroom for me to fill the tub for her bath she became impatient. She decided to take matters into her own hands. She pulled out tons of my clean facecloths and began dipping them in the toilet and then tossing the wet cloths into the tub. Of course my bathroom floor was covered in toilet water and I quickly threw her dirty little self into the tub to be scrubbed while I cleaned the mess up. The next day when she asked for a bath I told her no not right now. (She loves baths and would take three or four a day if I let her.) So she came up with a way to get mommy to give her a bath, she stuck her hands in the toilet and tells me "Mommy I put my hands in the toilet can I get a bath now?" UGH! Little stinker, as much as it killed me to not just throw her in the tub to wash all of those nasty germs I was afraid if I gave in and gave her a bath she would be putting her hands in the toilet every day to get a bath. So I just brought her to the sink and washed her hands and her arms up to her pit bones and called her clean.
One night while she was supposed to be going potty I went to check on her and smell a strange minty smell. She had squeezed an entire tube of toothpaste on the toilet seat, the floor and her arms and legs. She of course got a bath. Our bathroom smelled fresh for days.
Yesterday as we were finishing up lunch Pearl said she had to go potty. I sent her up while I finished cleaning up the kitchen. (Not sure why I ever let her go to the bathroom alone at this point.) A few minutes later she starts screaming crying. Come to find out she had smothered her feet in lotion and then smothered her plastic step stool in lotion. The very slippery combination had resulted in a fall thus the screaming I heard and yes she and the stool got another bath.
Here is a Rose story for good measure. This one is not really about any trouble she got into as she in not as bad about messes as Pearl, although I think her incident of calling 911 a few weeks ago equals several of Pearl's messes. Speaking of messes our playroom was a disaster, so messy that the girls wouldn't (more like couldn't) go down there to play. The other night after the girls went to bed and I was exhausted Mike went to work on straightening up the playroom. The next morning when Rose saw her nice clean playroom she says "Daddy did a very nice job on the playroom, but he didn't put the right outfits on the Barbies when he dressed them."