Favorite Things

We recently created a play area for the girls in our living room, complete with a ton of awesome toys and a Disney fairy play mat.

 But I'll be damned if Eliza's favorite toy isn't the remote control:

Those of you who know me, even just a little bit, know that I love me some television.  If you read the blog, you know that I recently started letting the girls watch some TV so I could get a few minutes to myself, but that I have been feeling a little guilty about it.  Well, I'll tell you what makes me feel insecure about my parenting skills - the fact that my 9 month old daughter seems to know exactly what to do with the remote control.  Yikes!  Guess I better ease up on the boob tube.

 

Meanwhile, Harper has had to start wearing an eye patch over her left eye for 30 minutes a day to help strengthen her right eye.

Luckily, she was already familiar with the concept, as it is prominently featured in her very favorite book, "That's Not My Pirate!"

And, I took the girls on a trip to Dallas to see some of my very favorite people and we spent a day at one of my very favorite Dallas places - the Arboretum.  Everything was in full bloom and we had an amazing time!

Eliza (l), Harper (r) at Dallas Blooms

From left: Harper, me, Eliza, My cousin Renee and her son Reilly who is the same age as the girls at the Arboretum

These are a few of our favorite things!

Bad mommy!

I've just started letting the girls watch a little TV in the mornings after they eat their solid food.

I'm not one of those people who declared I would never let my kids watch television so I don't feel as though I am breaking any kind of moral code I set forth for myself.  But, I hadn't anticipated I would start using the boob tube this early.  So, every time I set up the high chairs and put on Yo Gabba Gabba, I walk away feeling a little guilty and mutter under my breath, "bad mommy!"

There are other times too:

Forgot to change diapers and remember several hours later because I notice Eliza's crotch sagging - bad mommy!
Didn't do all of Harper's physical therapy exercises every day - bad mommy!
Heard Eliza crying in the baby monitor at 6:30am and let her cry for an extra ten minutes so I could snooze - bad mommy!
Pick the pacifier up off the floor, lick it to clean it off and give it right back to my daughter - bad mommy!
Don't change out the bath water between baths so one girl gets a luke warm wash in second hand water - bad mommy!

I'm not beating myself up over it, though.  It builds character.  And, those 15 minutes of quiet every morning are worth all the self deprecation in the world.

Harper (l), Eliza (r)