Londyn is adjusting....barely.

Londyn has struggled a bit since Creed was born. In fact, she started peeing her pants and for two days straight we cleaned up pee. I bribed her again with "potty treats" and she's been ok since. She still wants me to come with her into the bathroom, so I try to accompany her when I can.

She keeps calling Creed "Frankenstein" because Dan told her that is what we were going to name him. (Ahem...thanks Daddy). It sounds funny to hear her say, "Frankenstein is crying" or "Frankenstein is awake." She says it with this little mischevious look in her eye, like she knows she is being funny. It cracks me up.

The other day she decided to call him Buddy the Elf.  Where does she come up with this stuff!?!

She has decided to be creative in her ways to demand attention. In fact, she has started to ask me to scratch her back about ten times a day. And lately, she's been asking me to scratch her arm pit, and even scratch her bum. What!?!?

Then she keeps telling me that she needs medicine on her bum. I'm guessing it's because she sees me putting diaper cream on Creed's bum. So, we put it on her bum too.

She continues to call herself  "Sunshine" and demands that Dan refer to her as such. The other day she named all the kids by pointing at them, "That is Oaklyn, I am Sunshine, that is Connelly, and that is Creed."

She is fascinated with how Creed eats (breastfeeding) and has decided that one side is "milk" and one side is "water".  If he is drinking from my water side, she says, "He's thirsty. He's drinking water!"  What!?!?

Yesterday she wanted a treat really bad. I told her that she needed to eat her lunch first, but she confidently proclaimed that the "Prophet said I could have a treat!" I guess she expected me to say, well, OK! No such luck.

What a cutie.