Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Dining Room
This is our dining room. Notice I didn't even PRETEND to TRY to pick up for the pictures. We keeps it real 'round here.
This is my new dry bar. I'm pretty sure that it's gray, not black, as I thought in the shop, given that the tag said it was black and the lighting was poor.
I'm also pretty sure that I want to paint it black, but I want to hear what you think, too, Internet. What say you? Also, keep the hardware, or replace with brushed nickel? It's from an antique store, but I don't think it's a real antique, so I'm pretty sure there's no actual monetary value to the current hardware.
Also, cute kid.
The table and chairs are also new. We bought them on craigslist. We're going to resell the table when the Husband finishes the one he made us. The chairs have already been colored on with orange marker. I haven't even bothered to try to wash it out yet. We believe in artistic expression 'round here, too.So, vote below: to paint or not to paint? That is the first question. Then weigh in on the hardware. Pretty please.
CFLs versus Incandescents
Being the good greenies that we try to be, we have, by now, replaced every single incandescent bulb in our house with a CFL (except for appliances). But I'm noticing a disturbing trend, and I'm not the first to cite it: My CFLs are burning out at the same rate that my incandescents did!
Apparently, the problem is with our well-ingrained and well-meaning habit of turning off lights when we leave a room. The constant on/off wears down CFLs faster than just leaving them on for long lengths of time. Make no mistake, it's not the leaving on of the light that lengthens their lives. It's the lack of switching from on to off and back again. And I can't find any hard data in about 20 minutes of googling on how long is long enough to be gone from a room before the benefit is worth turning the light off: two minutes? five minutes? 30? I don't have an answer.
And how much does this reductions extend the life of the bulb? Are we talking an extra year? An extra couple of hours? There seems to be no way to know.
I've also heard/read that older light fixtures, such as are found in older homes like my own, are not entirely compatible with CFLs and thus result in a shorter life expectancy.
Does the brand matter? Popular Mechanics seems to think so.
Personally, I'm a big LED fan and can't wait until LED production is mainstreamed and I can replace all my CFLs with LEDs.
What do you think? What's been your experience with CFLs? Any tips on maximizing their performance?
Monday, May 11, 2009
Balance
Last Monday was one of the best days of my life. I feel mildly guilty saying that, like it has something directly to do with the fact that the Papoose wasn't with me. It does. And it doesn't. It's not so much an absence-makes-the-heart-grow-fonder thing. I couldn't get any fonder of anyone. "Fond" is, in fact, a ridiculous way to speak of your child. It's a balance thing. A wholeness. Reclaiming some of my life.
I am tempted to suggest that it's akin to when I started my PPD treatment. My overwhelming emotion then (well, one of them) was that I should have done it so much sooner. But putting the Papoose in day care was not like that. I did it at the perfect time. She went when she was ready.
I had truly forgotten that a bathroom could be cleaned so quickly without a toddler's "help." What usually took me a week (no joke) took about 15 minutes. I spent all of last Monday in a flurry of productivity. I have slowed down to a more sensible and sustainable pace since then, but Balance is the feeling I keep coming back to. It's pretty awesome.
My two days of Balance, while she was at day care, were followed my one of our best days together ever. We went to the zoo on a semi-rainy day and it was nearly empty, so I let her out of her stroller and she quite literally had the run of the place. She loves the cows, but is inexplicably scared of goats. She also loves the meercats, and is quite sensibly scared of the tigers. By the time we got to the giraffes and elephants she was exhausted and let me know by pointedly saying, "Bye-BYE, giraffe!"
That day was followed by one of our worst ever. All I can say is that I was in tears before it was even 8:00 am and that I don't know what happened. The clinging, the hanging, the whining...it was all just too much; I couldn't take it. I haven't felt that way since before my PPD meds, but it seems to have been a fluke, so I don't know what to make of it. I feel fine again now.
In completely unrelated news, the Husband has MRSA, which, frankly, sucks. He feels like a leper and I'm doing unending laundry and imagining our skyrocketing utility bills with all the hot water we're using. It's in his leg and he has a followup appointment tomorrow, so we'll see if there's any news. For now, he's being medicated within an inch of his life with antibiotics.
I have no way to wrap up such an all-over-the-place post except with promises of future pictures. I've got all kinds of projects in the pipeline now that I have some time to get things done. Two sewing projects coming up next post...
I am tempted to suggest that it's akin to when I started my PPD treatment. My overwhelming emotion then (well, one of them) was that I should have done it so much sooner. But putting the Papoose in day care was not like that. I did it at the perfect time. She went when she was ready.
I had truly forgotten that a bathroom could be cleaned so quickly without a toddler's "help." What usually took me a week (no joke) took about 15 minutes. I spent all of last Monday in a flurry of productivity. I have slowed down to a more sensible and sustainable pace since then, but Balance is the feeling I keep coming back to. It's pretty awesome.
My two days of Balance, while she was at day care, were followed my one of our best days together ever. We went to the zoo on a semi-rainy day and it was nearly empty, so I let her out of her stroller and she quite literally had the run of the place. She loves the cows, but is inexplicably scared of goats. She also loves the meercats, and is quite sensibly scared of the tigers. By the time we got to the giraffes and elephants she was exhausted and let me know by pointedly saying, "Bye-BYE, giraffe!"
That day was followed by one of our worst ever. All I can say is that I was in tears before it was even 8:00 am and that I don't know what happened. The clinging, the hanging, the whining...it was all just too much; I couldn't take it. I haven't felt that way since before my PPD meds, but it seems to have been a fluke, so I don't know what to make of it. I feel fine again now.
In completely unrelated news, the Husband has MRSA, which, frankly, sucks. He feels like a leper and I'm doing unending laundry and imagining our skyrocketing utility bills with all the hot water we're using. It's in his leg and he has a followup appointment tomorrow, so we'll see if there's any news. For now, he's being medicated within an inch of his life with antibiotics.
I have no way to wrap up such an all-over-the-place post except with promises of future pictures. I've got all kinds of projects in the pipeline now that I have some time to get things done. Two sewing projects coming up next post...
Monday, May 04, 2009
Papoose-isms
- "The kit-uhn-us [kittens] are drinking their milk" (while looking at a picture of just that). Okay, brilliant though my child may be, I don't necessarily think she's mastered the participle, so let's presume that my brain filled in some of those words without me realizing it, but I swear that's exactly what I heard.
- "No way!" All the time. Especially during tantrums. Ask Scarlet.
- "Yiyi" [Lily]
- "Get down"means both "I want to get down" and "I want to get up."
- "Mum-mum" still is in vogue for food.
- "gi-gi" (with a /g/ like in "giggle") means tv.
- "My cell!" while pointing at her toy cell phone tonight before bed. Last night she insisted on going to bed with that thing. I immediately called Mr. Ouiser and warned him that I suspected our daughters were planning to try to sneak out that night. He confronted S and she admitted it was true. I think she's grounded now.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Letting Go
We passed a major milestone here, peeps. The Papoose had her first day of "school" on Monday. I keep calling it that - school - and the Husband keeps correcting me. Rightfully so. First day of day care is what she really had. Her first (and second) day without either of her parents all day long.
We'd been looking at different day care centers around here for a while now. We got to a point a few months ago where the Papoose suddenly blossomed socially. She was bored at home with me. The constant refrains of "Go? Go away?" while grabbing her stroller or diaper bag or my keys definitely got the message across. As did diving from shopping carts when she'd see kids in the stores. Or the way she'd run into crowds of children at play areas without a backward glance. The kid was 100% ready for day care. That we knew.
We also knew that I was not ready to return to work yet, so we were looking for something for only two or three days per week. I tell ya, there was one place that we went to visit...we didn't even get out of the car. We didn't even stop the car, actually. Porta-potties across the street, no grass in the frontyard...it just wasn't for us.
We quickly discovered that churches have the best day care centers around here, and we signed the Papoose up for one less than a mile away. There are only six kids in her "class," all 18-24 months old. She has her own cubby and hook, she sits in a little chair at the little table for lunch and snacks, and she sleeps on her own little cot.
She SLEEPS on that thing! I was so sure she wouldn't. How would she ever settle down with so many kids around? I think I underestimated how well peer pressure works. Or how well they wore her out.
I won't lie, the first morning I had to drop her off, there were tears. She was fine at first. They were outside playing on their playground, so I went out there with her, but she seemed to right away know that something was up. They settled her on a swing and I went inside to talk to her teacher, but we were watching her through the window and she eventually wandered over to a corner and was sobbing by herself, and I could see she was calling for me. So I went back out, but she just got more hysterical and when I felt myself breaking down, too, I knew I just had to make a clean break. I told her I loved her and that she would have fun and that I would pick her up that afternoon, and just left, feeling like an idiot for crying.
I headed directly for Ouiser's house. She let me cry and gave me coffee and put me back together. And even her daughter, S, who is NOT a cuddler, seemed to know I needed her help. Ouiser told her, "Can you give Aunt Feathernester a hug? She's sad today," and that child let me hold her and squeeze her and kiss her and cry on her and tell her over and over how much I loved her. Oh yeah, I was pathetic. And S had the patience of Job.
Whatever god is out there was helping me out that day because when I went back to pick my Papoose up at the end of the day, I spied on her through the window in the door for a minute before going in. She was 100% content, playing with a doll, talking to the teacher and to another little girl. I opened the door and she was just on the other side. She backed up to get out of the way and saw my feet first. I saw her face light up as her eyes traveled up and she recognized me and gave me this huge, happy, "Hello!"
Ouiser had to drop her off at "school" the next day for me because I was at a professional conference. The report I got was that there were no tears, no fuss. So we know she's happy there, as we knew she would be.
We're just doing two days per week for now and I am SOOO looking forward to the chance to get some things done. Maybe there will even be more than one post every 10 days or so...
We'd been looking at different day care centers around here for a while now. We got to a point a few months ago where the Papoose suddenly blossomed socially. She was bored at home with me. The constant refrains of "Go? Go away?" while grabbing her stroller or diaper bag or my keys definitely got the message across. As did diving from shopping carts when she'd see kids in the stores. Or the way she'd run into crowds of children at play areas without a backward glance. The kid was 100% ready for day care. That we knew.
We also knew that I was not ready to return to work yet, so we were looking for something for only two or three days per week. I tell ya, there was one place that we went to visit...we didn't even get out of the car. We didn't even stop the car, actually. Porta-potties across the street, no grass in the frontyard...it just wasn't for us.
We quickly discovered that churches have the best day care centers around here, and we signed the Papoose up for one less than a mile away. There are only six kids in her "class," all 18-24 months old. She has her own cubby and hook, she sits in a little chair at the little table for lunch and snacks, and she sleeps on her own little cot.
She SLEEPS on that thing! I was so sure she wouldn't. How would she ever settle down with so many kids around? I think I underestimated how well peer pressure works. Or how well they wore her out.
I won't lie, the first morning I had to drop her off, there were tears. She was fine at first. They were outside playing on their playground, so I went out there with her, but she seemed to right away know that something was up. They settled her on a swing and I went inside to talk to her teacher, but we were watching her through the window and she eventually wandered over to a corner and was sobbing by herself, and I could see she was calling for me. So I went back out, but she just got more hysterical and when I felt myself breaking down, too, I knew I just had to make a clean break. I told her I loved her and that she would have fun and that I would pick her up that afternoon, and just left, feeling like an idiot for crying.
I headed directly for Ouiser's house. She let me cry and gave me coffee and put me back together. And even her daughter, S, who is NOT a cuddler, seemed to know I needed her help. Ouiser told her, "Can you give Aunt Feathernester a hug? She's sad today," and that child let me hold her and squeeze her and kiss her and cry on her and tell her over and over how much I loved her. Oh yeah, I was pathetic. And S had the patience of Job.
Whatever god is out there was helping me out that day because when I went back to pick my Papoose up at the end of the day, I spied on her through the window in the door for a minute before going in. She was 100% content, playing with a doll, talking to the teacher and to another little girl. I opened the door and she was just on the other side. She backed up to get out of the way and saw my feet first. I saw her face light up as her eyes traveled up and she recognized me and gave me this huge, happy, "Hello!"
Ouiser had to drop her off at "school" the next day for me because I was at a professional conference. The report I got was that there were no tears, no fuss. So we know she's happy there, as we knew she would be.
We're just doing two days per week for now and I am SOOO looking forward to the chance to get some things done. Maybe there will even be more than one post every 10 days or so...
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Happy Belated Earth Day, Canada!
In a nice, neat follow-up to Scarlet's recent posts and the comment discussions there, I'm happy to report that Canada has officially banned BPA from all baby bottles in that country, and further restrictions of BPA appear likely to follow there, as well as, dare I hope?, here in this country.
Get the details from the Washington Post here.
Get the details from the Washington Post here.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Not So Much
Last weekend we hosted a huge community yard sale to raise money for the American Cancer Society, and I swore I'd take pictures because, Oh. My. We could have opened a thrift store with the amount of donations we had. It was insane. And it was soooo much work. And so many ticks. But it was totally worth it because we raised over $1,600.
We've pretty much recovered from that and now I'm battling giant killer dust bunnies to make the house semi-presentable for the Scarlet Lilies to visit this weekend (okay, that really sounds like a band is staying here).
There is very little else going on here other than a vocabulary explosion in the toddler. Also some major sleep training, which is somewhat exhausting, but could be worse. And she starts day care on Monday, yay! Just a couple days a week for now. And no, I'm not returning to work yet. She's just majorly craving the socialization.
I'm sure I'll be having heart palpitations come drop-off time Monday morning, but I have no fear that she'll get along famously.
And if you think those dandelions she's picking are in my yard, you're crazy. I attack mine with a vengeance. Our neighbors, however...
We've pretty much recovered from that and now I'm battling giant killer dust bunnies to make the house semi-presentable for the Scarlet Lilies to visit this weekend (okay, that really sounds like a band is staying here).
There is very little else going on here other than a vocabulary explosion in the toddler. Also some major sleep training, which is somewhat exhausting, but could be worse. And she starts day care on Monday, yay! Just a couple days a week for now. And no, I'm not returning to work yet. She's just majorly craving the socialization.
I'm sure I'll be having heart palpitations come drop-off time Monday morning, but I have no fear that she'll get along famously.
And if you think those dandelions she's picking are in my yard, you're crazy. I attack mine with a vengeance. Our neighbors, however...
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
M.I.L.K.
Moments of Intimacy, Laughter, and Kinship
That's the acronym for the M.I.L.K. Project, a photographic competition originally held in 1999 by a British publisher. It was a landmark event in the photography world, I've learned, with over 40,000 entries, including those from several Pulitzer prize winners. In the end 300 photos on friendship, family, and love were chosen from around the world and published in a set of three books. There was also an international exhibition that kicked off in Grand Central Station in 2001.
To celebrate the ten-year anniversary of the undertaking, they're publishing a new book this fall, with 150 images, titled Fresh M.I.L.K.: Friends, Families, Lovers, and Laughter.
Apparently, it's kind of a big deal.
Apparently, my daughter is going to be in it.
Remember these photos? This one was submitted and chosen.
Wicked, huh? The Papoose is gonna be famous!
That's the acronym for the M.I.L.K. Project, a photographic competition originally held in 1999 by a British publisher. It was a landmark event in the photography world, I've learned, with over 40,000 entries, including those from several Pulitzer prize winners. In the end 300 photos on friendship, family, and love were chosen from around the world and published in a set of three books. There was also an international exhibition that kicked off in Grand Central Station in 2001.
To celebrate the ten-year anniversary of the undertaking, they're publishing a new book this fall, with 150 images, titled Fresh M.I.L.K.: Friends, Families, Lovers, and Laughter.
Apparently, it's kind of a big deal.
Apparently, my daughter is going to be in it.
Remember these photos? This one was submitted and chosen.
Wicked, huh? The Papoose is gonna be famous!
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Sunday, April 05, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
And a Forty of Milk, While You're At It.
The Papoose has been baffling us with some of her word usage lately. We noticed she'd started occasionally saying what sounded like "cat-o" instead of just "cat." But only sometimes. Other times, she said "cat" just like you'd expect.
The Husband thought maybe she was trying to say, "Cat! Meow" because we often tell her animal names immediately followed by the sound they make: "Look, a duck. Quack, quack!"
Today, she's been saying not only "cat-o" but also "dog-o," "binky-o," and "cookie-o."
I have two theories. First, I call her "kiddo" a lot. Maybe she thinks -o is a suffix denoting affection or familiarity? Okay, that's the linguist nerd in me.
My other theory is much more likely. I'm pretty sure she's saying "yo." Like, "Mama, hook a baby up with some cookie, yo!"
Yeah, that's gotta be it.
The Husband thought maybe she was trying to say, "Cat! Meow" because we often tell her animal names immediately followed by the sound they make: "Look, a duck. Quack, quack!"
Today, she's been saying not only "cat-o" but also "dog-o," "binky-o," and "cookie-o."
I have two theories. First, I call her "kiddo" a lot. Maybe she thinks -o is a suffix denoting affection or familiarity? Okay, that's the linguist nerd in me.
My other theory is much more likely. I'm pretty sure she's saying "yo." Like, "Mama, hook a baby up with some cookie, yo!"
Yeah, that's gotta be it.
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Sunday, March 29, 2009
These Boots Are Made for Walkin'
Picking up where Scarlet left off almost exactly one year ago, I am in need of a new pair of boots. Rain boots. Boots for when I'm working out in the garden or playing in the yard with the Papoose, and the ground is wet, and it's too cold for my Crocs (which just so happen to also be the same ones Scarlet has...great minds, and all that).
And I think Ouiser has some orange Hunter boots.
I was almost drawn in by the idea of getting the Papoose and myself some matching boots. I mean, seriously, can you imagine the cuteness? I'm not the type who would dress us alike to just be out and about, but just matching boots for the garden...? Come on, what, are you made of stone?
But then I realized that she would quickly grow out of them and I would be stuck, likely for years, with these:
Which are cute. But just not me.
So, in search of some that are more me, I find that I'm torn between several. So, a la Scarlet, let's put it to a vote: Which boots should I get?
And, lest you think I've forgotten the Papoose, I've got a bid out for these on eBay:
And I think Ouiser has some orange Hunter boots.I was almost drawn in by the idea of getting the Papoose and myself some matching boots. I mean, seriously, can you imagine the cuteness? I'm not the type who would dress us alike to just be out and about, but just matching boots for the garden...? Come on, what, are you made of stone?
But then I realized that she would quickly grow out of them and I would be stuck, likely for years, with these:
Which are cute. But just not me.
So, in search of some that are more me, I find that I'm torn between several. So, a la Scarlet, let's put it to a vote: Which boots should I get?
And, lest you think I've forgotten the Papoose, I've got a bid out for these on eBay:
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Gobamas
As I ruthlessly rip the dandelions out of my yard and get my indoor seedlings started in their Jiffy pots, I might be a little late to this party, but it warms my liberal democratic heart to read that the Obamas are planting a victory garden. Could I love this man more? No, he's not perfect, by any stretch...who is? But I sense a sincerity and honest drive to do the right thing that I've felt from very few politicians in my life.
Okay, I'm done with the doe eyes.
Okay, I'm done with the doe eyes.
FAIL.
Major Saturday morning fail. FAIL!!!
We've been looking forward to the Farmer Jason concert for months now. We even promised the Ouisers that we'd pick up his new DVD for them, as they are out of town this weekend. The Husband woke me up at 8:15 this morning and we hustled to get out of the house by 8:40. The Papoose dutifully fell asleep in the car on the way to the concert in Nashville. The directions from the venue's website were spot on and we found it without difficulty. Plenty of places to park. Arrived at 20 minutes to showtime; plenty of time to buy tickets, find a good spot, acclimate a freshly-awakened Papoose to the crazed toddlers that make up Farmer Jason's groupies.
She was still asleep when we parked, so I sat in the car while the Husband went up to the box office.
"They sold out two weeks ago."
What?!?!? Fail. Major fail.
Thank goodness she's too young to be disappointed. Heck, she's too young to wake up when you turn off the car. She stayed asleep all the way back to Dickson.
I assuaged my guilt by buying her not one, but two big, plastic balls at Walmart.
We've been looking forward to the Farmer Jason concert for months now. We even promised the Ouisers that we'd pick up his new DVD for them, as they are out of town this weekend. The Husband woke me up at 8:15 this morning and we hustled to get out of the house by 8:40. The Papoose dutifully fell asleep in the car on the way to the concert in Nashville. The directions from the venue's website were spot on and we found it without difficulty. Plenty of places to park. Arrived at 20 minutes to showtime; plenty of time to buy tickets, find a good spot, acclimate a freshly-awakened Papoose to the crazed toddlers that make up Farmer Jason's groupies.
She was still asleep when we parked, so I sat in the car while the Husband went up to the box office.
"They sold out two weeks ago."
What?!?!? Fail. Major fail.
Thank goodness she's too young to be disappointed. Heck, she's too young to wake up when you turn off the car. She stayed asleep all the way back to Dickson.
I assuaged my guilt by buying her not one, but two big, plastic balls at Walmart.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
"A Plague on Both Your Potties!"
I have potentially big news. News that is going to drive Ouiser and Toddler Tamer into cahoots to plot my untimely demise. Or possibly just to sneak pixi stix into my daughter's bedtime milk or shave four-letter words into my dog or something equally devious.
The Papoose peed in the potty.
Well, technically, on the edge of the potty. And it was only a few drops. But still.
SQUEEEE!!!
I just ordered her a potty from Amazon last week. She's been showing a few possible-readiness signs lately: sometimes going to a corner to do her business, once running to the toilet after she peed on the floor during naked time and I spontaneously suggested she tell me the next time she needed to go potty. It just seemed like it couldn't hurt to have one sitting around the house so she could consider the idea. I also ordered a couple of books on potty training. One for me and one for her. Those haven't arrived yet.
But the potty itself arrived yesterday and I unpacked it today while Ouiser and her daughter, S (who is not yet potty trained, but is definitely on her way), were over to play. S helped me show the new potty to the Papoose, who promptly sat on it. But we were playing, so I didn't pursue anything. It sat in the living room while we continued with our day.
After dinner tonight, we were playing in the living room again. She sat on the potty so I took her pants and diaper off and offered some suggestions about what she might do. She sat there and I offered her books. She wiggled around a lot, acting a little uncomfortable. It might still be too big for her, even though I ordered the one that everyone else complained was too small in reviews. She's only 16 months-old, so I figured smaller was better. Anyway, next thing I knew, she'd gotten up and sat in my lap and I felt a small wetness on her bottom. I looked at the potty and there was just the smallest smattering of liquid to be found. Could have been a lucky coincidence and may never happen again for two years. Or more.
Or I could be the luckiest SOB ever!!!
But I'm not counting chickens. And I don't even know how to proceed. I haven't read the damn book yet. I don't even have the damn book yet. I didn't even tell her what a great thing she'd done because I didn't realize what she had done at first and then I was in such shock: Did she have her sippy cup nearby? Was it drool? Dog drool? But I'm pretty confident it was what it was meant to be. So I guess I'll offer her some potty time after every meal until I get that book and figure out how to capitalize on this.
Keep your fingers crossed for me because Ouiser and TT will be throwing all kinds of voodoo and Unforgivable Curses my way.
The Papoose peed in the potty.
Well, technically, on the edge of the potty. And it was only a few drops. But still.
SQUEEEE!!!
I just ordered her a potty from Amazon last week. She's been showing a few possible-readiness signs lately: sometimes going to a corner to do her business, once running to the toilet after she peed on the floor during naked time and I spontaneously suggested she tell me the next time she needed to go potty. It just seemed like it couldn't hurt to have one sitting around the house so she could consider the idea. I also ordered a couple of books on potty training. One for me and one for her. Those haven't arrived yet.
But the potty itself arrived yesterday and I unpacked it today while Ouiser and her daughter, S (who is not yet potty trained, but is definitely on her way), were over to play. S helped me show the new potty to the Papoose, who promptly sat on it. But we were playing, so I didn't pursue anything. It sat in the living room while we continued with our day.
After dinner tonight, we were playing in the living room again. She sat on the potty so I took her pants and diaper off and offered some suggestions about what she might do. She sat there and I offered her books. She wiggled around a lot, acting a little uncomfortable. It might still be too big for her, even though I ordered the one that everyone else complained was too small in reviews. She's only 16 months-old, so I figured smaller was better. Anyway, next thing I knew, she'd gotten up and sat in my lap and I felt a small wetness on her bottom. I looked at the potty and there was just the smallest smattering of liquid to be found. Could have been a lucky coincidence and may never happen again for two years. Or more.
Or I could be the luckiest SOB ever!!!
But I'm not counting chickens. And I don't even know how to proceed. I haven't read the damn book yet. I don't even have the damn book yet. I didn't even tell her what a great thing she'd done because I didn't realize what she had done at first and then I was in such shock: Did she have her sippy cup nearby? Was it drool? Dog drool? But I'm pretty confident it was what it was meant to be. So I guess I'll offer her some potty time after every meal until I get that book and figure out how to capitalize on this.
Keep your fingers crossed for me because Ouiser and TT will be throwing all kinds of voodoo and Unforgivable Curses my way.
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
First 30
I was updating the Papoose's baby book last night (all her canines have broken through!) and started listing all the words she has now. She's a wordy girl. Usually that word is "no," with a close second favorite of "go." Right hand to god, I heard her say "no" in her sleep the other night.
Addendum: How did I forget #31?!? "Uh-oh" is totally up there in the top three favorite words of the Papoosekin.
- no
- go (or Go away)
- mum-mum (food)
- drink
- yeah
- down (or Get down)
- again (translates as "read this")
- bless you
- thank you
- binky
- brush teeth
- night night
- bathtime
- towel
- dog
- cat
- moo
- meow
- shoes
- coat
- cookie
- goyurt (yogurt)
- nana (banana)
- mama
- dada
- Chewy
- all done
- kak kak (quack quack)
- hi
- bye bye
Addendum: How did I forget #31?!? "Uh-oh" is totally up there in the top three favorite words of the Papoosekin.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Who Knew?
So, I'm trying this new-fangled thing--it's not a fad diet, I swear--where I go to bed in time to get at least seven hours of sleep, and, also, you have to exercise a few times per week. I've only been doing it for a few days now, but it's really working already! I only had one cup of coffee today and it never even occurred to me to sleep during the Papoose's nap. It's after 7 and I've picked up the house and helped the Husband put the Papoose to bed. And my brain is functioning at a level that allows it to string words together to form, you know, a thought.
Science is crazy, I tell ya.
Science is crazy, I tell ya.
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