We Call her Muffy

There was a mouse on a show we used to watch, her name was Muffy.  She was a scruffy little thing and for some reason Ivy, in her scruffiness, reminds me of that mouse. 

And so we call her Muffy. 

I am not sure if it is the hair, her teeth, the clothes that she picks out for herself, the funny way she talks, or that she always seems to have a messy mouth that earns her that nickname. 

Maybe it is just the whole package. 

And a little bit about that little Muffy…

She loves her brother and loves teasing him about as much.  She snuggles up to me and says, “my mom” over and over.  She chewed a hole in her binky about 4 weeks ago and I resisted buying a new one.  She doesn’t seem to mind, as long as she can suck on the strap it used to be attached to.  She loves to eat everything, turkey dipped in hummus (as in the picture above, she is watching tv with the whole package of turkey and the entire tub of hummus), broccoli, asparagus, salad, salmon, cheese, cauliflower, carrots, peas, beans, and the list goes on and on, it is nothing short of a dream for Greg. She loves to repeat what just happened, ie.  Ivy: “Hi Baby”, Baby: Laughs.  Ivy: “Mama, Iya “Hi Baby”, Baby Ha Ha Ha.  She loves Evan.  She is the WORST at going to sleep, most nights include a ritual in which she will not stop talking and after threats that last too long, I take her down to Greg sobbing and crying while she says she will be nice.  I hear her crying, Greg talking, the crying stop, the noise of the stairs and then she comes back with Greg.  He lays her down, says she promises to be nice and keep her eyes closed.  She closes them tight and although I am sure she is dying inside, she keeps quiet.  We do this every night.  She likes to read but not the way you would think.  She tells me to read a book, I start to read and then she picks up another book indicating she will read that one.  We both read a separate book.  Whenever I get home from boot camp she always says, “baby cry AAAALLL night.”  When she says ‘what’ she puts her hand on her ear as if to help her hear better.  She has a slew of pants in her drawer that are 12 month pants that she wears all the time.  She told me today that she loves to wear tights under her pants.  She loves to beat Owen in getting dressed for the day and often gets in her pajamas around 4:00 or so to assure she is first.  It is usually accompanied with a little song called, “Iya beat Owie, la la la” and a little hip wiggle.  She loves the word WHY.  She potty trained herself when Owen told her she couldn’t go to school until she wore underwear.  Greg and I resisted and pleaded with her to wear a diaper.  She refused and has been accident free ever since.  She picks out clothes for the baby everyday and even occasionally for Owen.  She told me last night she was Mama’s baby, Daddy’s baby, Noni’s baby and Steve’s baby. 

I love that girl.

As I end, she is helping Owen clean the kitchen.  She is wearing a shirt, that is all, and chewing gum, singing a song with Owen about cleaning all night. 

just as Muffy as ever.