. . . All My Chaosity . . .

and a sunny brand new day over here! While we were all sleeping, somewhat, last night- apparently my littlest Kupcake was having fabulous adventures. Miss Kupcake awoke this morning so excited to tell me how she went to the beach where there was sand, the sea, the ocean and her friends.  Her family was there, everyone made sand castles and she can hear the ocean in her ears.  She loves the beach!  She loves swimming!  It is one of her most favorite things.  "Did you love the beach Mommy?" "Oh the beach is Mommy's happiest place ever, only thing better might be Disneyland" Kupcake thinks we should all go back to the beach today.  Herself, her family, her friends and Ava and Abbey and someone who might be named "Tinkle"?!  EVERYONE needs to go, because Kupcake loves swimming and the beach.

 Sweet little thing found a tiny bottle on my dresser, and BECAUSE HER TINY TOE ON HER RIGHT FOOT HURTS she opened it to fix her toe.  She was really "just only watching Kipper the Dog", but her toe *was* hurting, and the bottle did smell beauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutiful.  It's now all over the dresser and her, and I'm not sure where else but I can smell it wherever I stand in my house.     

Sweet Sugar Darlin' pointed out to me today (not for the first time this week) that she "has two hands. you see?" "yes." "You see I have two hands, Mommy?" "I do." "Mommy, I have two hands" "okay" "So I need two trick-or-treats for my two hands!"   She gets two trick-or-treats when she poops in the potty (for over a month now!!) and it only stands to reason that she should get two whenever she notices that she has two hands?!  Seems logical, I suppose, when you're 2 years old, going on 17.  But I am ever so thankful that she's peeing and pooping in the potty almost exclusively all day now.  

My sweet Kupcake has been wrapping up blocks and assorted small toys from her stash. She wraps them in (used) napkins and (colored on crinkled up) computer paper- the old school kind that's attached together. We use it for coloring.  She presents them to me throughout the day and says, "Happy BIRTHday, Mommy!" and then I have to unwrap, proclaim "Thank you SO MUCH!" and kiss and hug her. I t ell her it's not my Birthday anymore, and she assures me that, in fact, it is.