Wearing Me Out

Whether it's because she's my third or I'm just older this time around, having a 14-month-old is wearing me out.

Button enjoys the people at church, especially our friends that she sees outside of church regularly. She usually sits with Brian and Tara during worship and does better with them than us. Last Sunday, they were home sick and after a wild worship session with Button, Josh and I decided we weren't even going to try to take her to cradle roll.
(Unlike her brothers as babies, she's not completely sold on cradle roll.)
We took her to our class and told everyone that she'll just roam around some.
(Have I mentioned how awesome our bible class is?)

Instead, she found her friend Avanelle and decided to sit with Taylor the ENTIRE time. She just perched herself on his lap and listened and watched. The entire bible class. I don't even think she's that still when she sleeps.

Right at home with the Bairds.

I took Button with me to Liam's practice this week:

She watched L Child the extrovert chat up his friends during break times.

Then she walked over to where they were standing, said something to them, and then gave him five.

I think we have another extrovert on our hands. It wears the introvert part of myself OUT!

Last night, the boys had back-to-back games. 

3 hours at the ballpark + Button = wildness

She ran around like a madwoman most of the time. The crowd called her Turbo during Liam's game because she NEVER stopped moving. Oh, yeah she did - when she went to chew the fat with some audience members on the front row, she would pause and talk a bit. 

She threw a couple of tantrums about not getting to play on the bleachers. C could throw some explosive fits as an 18-month-old so I've seen my share. I'm also pretty calm during them with all the practice I got with the boys' fits. Button though gave 18-month-old Casen a run for his money. Except she had the cute part down pat. She stomped her foot around and yelled. Then she suddenly stopped and ran over to watch more of the game. 

My personal favorite last night though was when we got home. I should have been suspicious. She wasn't sleeping but was really quiet. I went to get her out of the carseat and realized she had dug a hole out of her diaper. She's done it before: there was pee-absorbed-blue-cotton-stuff (that's the technical term) all over the dining room. Last night, luckily I thought, she hadn't gotten it everywhere yet. So I whipped off the diaper and put her down. I was going to stick her in the tub after I unloaded the car. I turned around from the trunk and saw her finish peeing on the garage floor and then proceed to play in the puddle.

Seriously?

A part of me thought, At least it's in the garage. AND she hasn't taken a bath yet.