I’m writing this post in an effort to make sure that when Lizzie reads a hard copy of this blog a few years from now, she won’t be like, “You didn’t love me as much as Daniel because you never wrote about me.”  (Trust me, I was like that growing up, so if she has my genes, she will definitly do the same thing….but then again, she will NOT have six brothers and sisters to compete with)  So here it goes…

Tidbit #1 -

Elizabeth accidently locked herself into our house one evening last week.  It was one of the longest 45 minutes of my life.  With the help of GREAT neighbors, we were able to break the lock on one of our windows, and Daniel (the hero - and he won’t let you forget it) climbed in and unlocked the door from the inside.

We went to Lowes the next day to get a spare key!

Tidbit #2-

Elizabeth has the coolest bed head.  One of these morning I need to take a picture of it.

Tidbit #3-

Elizabeth has taught me and Daniel some new variations on certain words.  No longer do Daniel and I say the words Milk, Juice, Book and Socks.  Those words have completely disappeared from our lexicon and have been replaced by Lizzie’s variations:  Milk-ah, Juice-ah, Book-ah, and Ocks. 

Strange how that happens.  I’m 28 years old and I get a kick out of saying, “Okay kids, let’s put on your shoes and ocks!”

Tidbit #4-

She still has to go to bed with at least one book.  But now, she also has to go to sleep with her winnie the pooh which is the same size as her.  She reads to him and gives him some of her milk .  It’s quite cute.

Tidbit #5-

Elizabeth hates church nursery. 

Tidbit #6-

Elizabeth has the most awsome fake life you’ll ever hear.

Tidbit #7-

Elizabeth’s nickname is Bean.  In fact, we probably call her this 90% of the time.  Other nicknames are Beany, Beaner, Beany-Baby, Lizard, Lizard-Breath, Lizzie-Lou,  and Lizzy-Tizzy.

Tidbit #8-

Elizabeth has started potty-training herself.  We have a long ways to go, but at least there’s interest.

Tidbit #9-

Elizabeth is the easiest child.  But once we leave the confines of our house, all hell breaks loose. 

Only if I’m desperate will I take her to the grocery store.  Forget the library - I only go on Saturdays with Daniel now.  Church is the longest three hours of our life.  Public bathrooms are disasterous - she crawls under all the stalls…and what can I do to stop her? And unless I plan on running out of a dressing room half naked chasing after a one-year old, I will never take Elizabeth clothes-shopping with me. 

Tidbit #10-

Elizabeth is a chocoholic.  If she sees chocolate in any form, she will rant and kick and scream until she gets it. 

Like mother, like daughter.

(And no, I do not always let her have it!  I’m a some-what decent mom)

Tidbit #11-

If you can drink it and it’s not milk, Lizzie thinks it’s juice.  Kind of funny watching her desperately point to a bottle of Sprite and say “juice,” like that should make it okay for her to drink it.