17 Months Old!

Get ready for the KB photo/video overload!!! My favorite little goof is 17 months old today! This month has been the month of Daddy. Their bond has grown so much over the last few weeks and I’m not even (too) jealous because it’s the sweetest thing to watch.

ALL the snuggs

They’ve been going on Daddy/Daughter dates and I’m not sure who looks forward to them more!

UCF Baseball Game!

When daddy’s home, she wants all his attention. She likes to tell him ALL the things, steal his food and sit on his lap while he’s working. He is also the magic diaper changer. When I change her, I get fussed at and basically have to hold her down to keep her from flipping over or sitting up. When daddy does it, complete silence and she stays still. 🙄 That part I am jealous about. She still loves her mama, though. 😉

Selfie Queen

Kensie is becoming the best little swimmer and loves swim lessons now! Well, I should clarify. She loves to swim, but doesn’t love that she has to take a break from it to roll onto her back and breathe. We’ll get there. 😂 (For those that keep asking, she goes to Mrs. Heidi with SwimSprout LLC! They are AMAZING and she has instructors all over Orlando!)

If you watch my Instagram stories you have also seen KB’s obsession with her swim diapers. She will find a pack of them and brings them to me or Chris and bounces up and down begging until you put one on her.

KB has become quite the chatter box and whatever language she is speaking is pretty entertaining to listen to. We’ve got LOTS of “go”, “dog” and “go dog”, mama”, “eat eat eat”, “love you” (Chris even got a love you dada on FaceTime🙄), “moe” aka more, “ah don” aka all done, and tons of words in her language that I have yet to learn.

The absolute best is her Spanish “no”. She’s got the finger wave and all. Perks of a Spanish nanny. 🤣

Kensie can brush her teeth and tries to use her Q-tips on her own…until I take them away and she gets mad at me.

Of course, some things never change. She is STILL the balloon lady, LOVES her puppies and babies and gives them all hugs and kisses and welcomes them with a sweet wave and “hi baby”.

Her favorite game is “pick up” and it cracks her up every time she tricks someone into doing exactly what she wants.

She’s made quite the gains at the gym this month. I haven’t caught a video of it yet, but she can hang on the bar all by herself!! 😯 She loves to “deadlift”, help coach and learn how to do everything the “big kids” are doing.

She REALLY likes to be a part of mom and dads workouts…

Stage 5 Clinger status

Daycare has been the BEST. She is so happy and it’s like a welcome party when I drop her off. All the “older” girls love her and help take care of her. And now, when I pick her up she gets a huge smile and runs and hugs me. It’s my absolute favorite part of the day. 😍

She even cheeses for the photos they send me now. 😂
The best “pick-up” hugs!!!

This little girl is the first one to run to her when I drop her off and tell her “Hola Bebe!!!” ❤️

Eating still hasn’t been our strong suit. Some days are better than others, but she’s extremely picky and really likes to make sure it’s a challenge for me. She does great eating at daycare and for Gramma. 🙄 Even sans appetite, we finally had a small growth spurt because her 9 month pants are starting to creep up!


K is growing up so quickly but we are taking in every second of it and love watching her little personality bloom!


Whew! Life with KB has been one dramatic scene after another this past weekend. 😰 As soon as you feel like you’ve got the whole “momming” thing down, they grow up and throw a whole new challenge your way!

This weekend, Kensie would ask to eat and then as I’m getting her food ready, she’d have a COMPLETE meltdown. I would give her exactly what she asked for, and she didn’t ask for anything else, she’d just have a breakdown before she’d eat it. Every meal. Without fail.

Fun fact: I wasn’t allowed to touch the yellow bowl of oatmeal or she’d go ballistic. 😧

It is the strangest thing and I’m still not sure why it was happening. We went to a friends for dinner and I thought the distraction would help avoid a meltdown…nope. Still happened. My theories involve possible teething and/or her stomach was bothering her. (I’ll spare you details 💩).

They weren’t even “I want my way” temper tantrums. It was real, sad, sobbing and nothing I did made it better. Just had to let her ride it out…she’d stop, eat for a second, cry again for a second, repeat that once or twice, then settle down and eat. 🤷🏼‍♀️

She DID have lunch and dinner today without complete meltdowns, so I hope this is a thing of the past.

We are definitely in the battle for control stage and I’m trying my best to let her be independent, learn, grow and push limits while trying to balance the whole you can’t/won’t always get your way lesson. I’m sure I screw up 9 times out of 10, but she’s alive and happy so I’m sure we will all be okay. 😝

I pray for patience daily and I think that prayer is being answered in the form of raising a toddler. 😂 K tries SO hard to communicate with us. She has a decent amount of signs down and she’s pretty good and finding non-verbal (or at least minimally verbal) ways to tell us what she’s trying to, but there are definitely times it takes us longer than others to figure out. The day-to-day stuff is fine and then she throws in a new one and we’re lost. Ha!!! …Which turns into a tantrum on her end because she gets so frustrated. Poor Kens!

There was a post on Facebook the other day about 2 year olds and control and it’s a little sad but it was very sweet and a great reminder to have patience while our babes are in this learning stage and still can’t completely communicate their wants, needs and emotions. I’ll post it below for those that want to read it!

If only her communication skills were as on point as her mimicking skills…K has been on a ROLL with that lately. I don’t think there’s a thing at the gym that she doesn’t copy, and the photo below just speaks for itself. 😂

On to brighter topics: Kensie’s newest entertaining habit is wanting to wear her swim diapers…all. the. time. She takes the pack out of the closet and brings me (or Chris) one then stares at you and does a little shake/dance like “come on!” which we finally figured out meant “put it on me!” 🤣 So, we do. And she rocks it.

She also kept asking to go outside and both times sat and played in the dirt. I’m not a fan of dirt; but I’m sure the days of finding happiness in something as simple as dirt will fade all too soon. So, if that’s what floats your boat right now KB, you play with that dirt, boo.

Well, our good news of the weekend is the Nuby transition bottle my friend recommended seems to be working for us! It’s a “sippy cup” that as a normal bottle nipple as well as a sippy cup “nipple” (is it called that?) so once she’s used to her milk being in that cup, we switch out the mouth piece to the sippy cup and TA-DA! It’s supposed to work. We haven’t tried that part yet, but Kens has had her milk out of it since Saturday. She doesn’t drink it as quickly as usual, but she drinks it none the less! I’ll keep you posted – and thank you all for the support and suggestions!!! You’re much more helpful than that doctor was. 😉

Here’s the post I was referring to:

“*****I am 2. I am not terrible…I am frustrated. I am nervous, stressed out, overwhelmed, and confused. I need a hug.*****

Diary of a 2 year old:

Today I woke up and wanted to get dressed by myself but was told “No, we don’t have time, let me do it.”

This made me sad. I wanted to feed myself for breakfast but was told “No, you’re too messy, let me do it for you.” This made me feel frustrated.

I wanted to walk to the car and get in on my own but was told, “No, we need to get going, we don’t have time. Let me do it.” This made me cry.

I wanted to get out of the car on my own but was told “No, we don’t have time, let me do it.” This made me want to run away.

Later I wanted to play with blocks but was told “no, not like that, like this…” I decided I didn’t want to play with blocks any more. I wanted to play with a doll that someone else had, so I took it, I was told “no, don’t do that, you have to share.”

I’m not sure what I did, but it made me sad. So I cried. I wanted a hug but was told “no, you’re fine, go play”.

I’m being told it’s time to pick up, I know this because someone keeps saying, “Go pick up your toys.” I am not sure what to do, I am waiting for someone to show me….”What are you doing, why are you just standing there, pick up your toys…Now.” I was not allowed to dress myself or move my own body to get to where I needed to go, but now I am being asked to pick things up.

I’m not sure what to do. Is someone supposed to show me how to do this? Where do I start? Where do these things go? I am hearing a lot of words but I do not understand what is being asked of me. I am scared and do not move. I lay down on the floor and cry.

When it was time to eat I wanted to get my own food but was told “no, you’re too little, let me do it.” This made me feel small. I tried to eat the food in front of me but I did not put it there and someone keeps saying “here, try this, eat this…” and putting things in my face. I didn’t want to eat anymore. This made me want to throw things and cry.

I can’t get down from the table because no one will let me…because I’m too small and I can’t. They keep saying I have to take a bite. This makes me cry more. I’m hungry and frustrated and sad. I’m tired and I need someone to hold me. I do not feel safe or in control. This makes me scared. I cry even more.

I am 2. No one will let me dress myself, no one will let me move my own body where it needs to go, no one will let me attend to my own needs.

However, I am expected to know how to share, “listen”, or “wait a minute”. I am expected to know what to say and how to act or handle my emotions. I am expected to sit still or know that if I throw something it might break….But, I do NOT know these things.

I am not allowed to practice my skills of walking, pushing, pulling, zipping, buttoning, pouring, serving, climbing, running, throwing or doing things that I know I can do. Things that interest me and make me curious, these are the things I am NOT allowed to do.

I am 2. I am not terrible…I am frustrated. I am nervous, stressed out, overwhelmed, and confused. I need a hug.

-Author unknown

Pink Eye

What a week! Since it would have been frowned upon to cuss out the doctor for sharing her opinion, I’ll vent my frustrations here instead.

Quick back story: Kensie woke up with a goopy eye on Sunday morning and Chris and I were pretty sure it was pink eye. She’d had a runny nose recently so I wasn’t sure if it was just sinus back up or a full on infection. Fast forward to Monday morning, both eyes have the grossness. We head to doctor…

Kensie’s doctor wasn’t in until the afternoon so we said we’d take the appointment with the other doctor. Mistake.

First of all, waiting 40 minutes with a toddler in a room with nothing to do is the freaking worst. AFTER the 40+ minutes, I walked out of the room to the hall to check if they’d forgotten about us right as the doctor was walking up. Instead of apologizing for the wait, I got a smart ass “well aren’t you a same day appointment?” Umm, does it matter if I made the appointment 1 month ago or 1 minute ago? No. The fact that you booked it AS AN APPOINTMENT tells me you had time on your schedule for said appointment. I get that shit happens, but don’t bring us back into the room until you’re ready. Kensie was just fine coloring out front. 🙄

That wasn’t the actual part that pissed me off, though. The doctor asked if Kensie was still breastfed. I said no, she just takes bottles now.

Dr. : “Oh. She’s still drinking out of a bottle? She really should be drinking out of sippy cups.”

Me: “She drinks water out of a sippy cup but refuses to drink milk out of one. I’ve tried several different kinds. If I put milk in anything but a bottle, she won’t drink it. Why does it matter?”

Dr.: “Well after 15 months old she shouldn’t be drinking out of a bottle.”

Me: “Okay, why?”

Dr.: “So she does drink water from a cup but not milk? That’s…unique.”

…thanks??? Sooo she can still be on my boob? But bottles 2x a day is a no go? Gtfo.

She gave me zero REASONING, just her opinion. And writing it doesn’t convey her expressions and condescending tone. Y’all. I was pissed.

If you’re going to give me grief about it, offer a true reason and I don’t know…maybe a solution?!

I already have a hell of a time trying to get Kensie to eat. In all of her clothes, a wet diaper and her shoes, she was only 20lb on Monday. She’s gained no weight, possibly lost some, in the last month. Not that it’s anything to be concerned about, she’s isn’t starved, but I tell Chris all the time how much her not eating stresses me out.

Some days she’s great. At daycare when other kids eat, no problem. For me? Battle of the century. I already stress over it, so I’m not going to do the whole “well just take away her bottle she won’t have a choice”. Yeah, no. Doesn’t work like that. I need her to consume SOME calories. Yesterday she ate 1/4th of a Larabar, 1/2 a pouch and like 5 goldfish. She refused dinner, lunch, multiple snacks…she just wouldn’t eat. But she’d drink a bottle. So, suck it, Dr. Smartass. Bottle it is.

ANYWAY, to make the story even greater, Kensie saw her bottles on the counter when we got home and pointed and said “bottle”! 🤣 THAT’S 👏🏼 MY 👏🏼 GIRL 👏🏼

Trust me, if l could get her to drink milk out of a sippy cup I would; however, if I give her a sippy cup of milk she chucks it to the floor and if she’s actually hungry, she follows that chucking with sobbing. Maybe I’ll bless you guys with video proof on my Instagram story this week. 😂

Oh! And the outcome of the world’s worst doctor appointment was that Kensie did have pink eye. She got it from rubbing her snot into her eye when her nose was runny from the pollen. 🤦🏼‍♀️ Cute, I know.

Aside from our Doctor drama, we had a great family weekend and Kensie has been in a great mood so far this week! She stayed home with me Monday and Tuesday and we got in extra naps and lots of snuggs.

This morning she drug this mat into my room and laid on it…maybe she is unique. Thanks for that insight there, doc.

Day 498

I felt the need to update KBs blog today because 1) I started a post 3x this week and never finished them 😴 and 2) this is the longest I’ve gone without posting and 3) I am so proud of this little fishy’s swimming progress this week!!

She usually cries during lessons (they all do) but this week she’s slowly gotten happier and happier and the last 2 days, she kept dunking her own head and cracking up in between swims!

Pretty sure my 16 month old swims better than I do!!!

And she has a crush on this little dude because he always plays with her; including throwing toys to (at) her mid-lesson.

Kensie has gone to day 2…and 3 and 4 and 5 of daycare and guess what? I didn’t cry. I’m so proud of me. 😜 I actually only took her today because she was being a cranky butt this morning. That probably makes me sound like a really bad mom…but honesty is the best policy right? 🤷🏼‍♀️

The deceiving look of innocence.

When I picked her up today, K was in more random clothes that I have never seen and rocking a Spanish ponytail again. 🤷🏼‍♀️😂 Hey, she’s happy, I’m happy!

How she leaves for daycare…

How I pick her up from daycare:

The crying is because I wouldn’t give her my keys to throw in the pool 🙄

She does still cry every time I drop her off but the second she can’t see me, she stops. It’s all for show.

This was less than 5 minutes after I left. Weird, where’d the tears go, Kens?

K has been chatting up a storm lately!!! We’ve got LOTS of “mama” (which basically gets her anything she wants since I waited so long for her to say it), eat eat eat”, “love you” (Chris even got a love you dada on FT 🙄), “more” aka moe and plenty of words in a language I have yet to learn.

Speaking of eat eat eat…and daycare…I think the Spanish food has helped her appetite. 😆 I’ve posted before about how hard it is to get this kid to sit still and eat and the last week she’s been all about some food! Except dinner after daycare days, since too tired to eat. Ha!

Give me ALL the snacks!

KB’s imitations get better and better every day. The gym might be my favorite place for them. She spends the whole time putting clips on the bars, attempting to lift them, squatting, “cleaning” every thing and today she did some deadlifts with a mobility roller and worked on her pull ups. She sees it? She does it!

“Brushing” her teeth is also something Miss Independent learned to do after the very first time I showed her! 

Kensie is still a lover and LOVES her some babies!! Tonight she did her very best to soothe sweet Charlie girl and it was the sweetest scene!

Last but not least, kid has perfected her “cheese” and it’s game ON when she sees a camera. 🤣 Whether it’s sweetness or drama, KB never fails to entertain!!!