Not really about dandelions - I just like them. This blog is mostly about my daughter, but more generally, a way to keep family and friends up to date on my life. Visitors are welcome too.
Sunday, September 30, 2007
Friday, September 28, 2007
No pictures today - I'm heading out for the day to spend it with my sister, no kids. But the kids will be well-entertained by Grandma, Grandpa, and visiting Aunt "D". I'll try to catch up with the blog tomorrow.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
morning at the sitter's
Monday, September 24, 2007
E's seven-year-old cousin "J" came to spend a day. The first stop was a famous local hot-dog restaurant.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
This is how I found E when I drove home from work yesterday. David was on the porch, and she was having a grand ol' time. She got up to greet me and said "dirty!"
In other news, we all have a cold; and E can climb over the crib rail. So far she has only balanced on it, not made it to the floor, and we're trying to figure out how to keep that from happening.
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
fun at the mall
you want mustard on that, ma'am?
I didn't put any coins into these rides for her and that was just fine. On another store ride recently (these pictures were taken weeks ago), I made the mistake of putting in coins. She was delighted, but the trauma of not getting "more, more" ruined it. Let this be a lesson to you -- delay to pay until she's old enough to understand that it won't last.
Sunday, September 16, 2007
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 12, 2007
We were on our way to the sitter's house and E kept announcing, "Ditda!" (Victor) When I said, "Yes, we're going to see Victor," she sighed and said, "Awwww". When I picked her up at the end of the day she went over to Victor, who was bent over playing with a truck, and she just placed her cheek against his back before saying bye-bye.
She made another appreciative noise, a delighted "mmm!" -- when I fed her crushed pineapple mixed with applesauce. It's on the menu again today. Whatever works.
Monday, September 10, 2007
hats and new clothes
We're encouraging E's fondness for hats. It's a trait shared by one of her namesakes, David's grandmother, whom E favors. And it's just really cute.
This was the hat I wore on my trek in Nepal. (What she's carrying is a fuzzy squirrel cat toy.)
The dress comes with a little headband. Humpty Dumpty here ("dummy") is one of her good friends, a baby gift made by my friend Edna's mother. He's being slowly eviscerated, due to the fuzz habit. Oh what a loyal friend he is.
Choose your Guilt
It's a sad way to frame things, but it gave me a lot of clarity and made me feel better when I realized that I would rather feel guilty about not doing my (paying) job well enough than I would about not spending enough time with E while she's young.
Wednesday, September 05, 2007
Just wanted to say don't expect much if any blogging from me the rest of this week. Too much going on at work and I'm having trouble getting enough sleep and getting to work on time. E sleeps til 7:30 or 8 these days, and if I try to wake her earlier it takes twice as long to get her ready -- kind of a catch-22.
Oh shoot. I was just looking forward to going to bed and remembered I have to drug the cats. I hate that job. David's working out of town for a few days and he usually does this chore.
Monday, September 03, 2007
what to do on labor day?
E is in a stage where I can't do anything without her "help", but today she slept late (so I did too) and is now in a good mood. Well, except for the 20 minutes (maybe it was 2 minutes) of forced crying over the outrage of my putting a shirt on her.
Strangely, E has been self-entertaining for the last hour or so. Right now she's lying under my chair with two of her blankets. I've been drinking tea and browsing blogs. E liked seeing Victor on Marie's blog. I'm halfway listening to an interview with NPR correspondent Rob Gifford on the radio. He's written a new book about his experiences in China. I've always liked his reports and that interview deserved more of my attention, but oh well.
Emma learned colors! The one she recognizes best is Green. I wonder if that means it's her favorite. She can work zippers and is trying to figure out snaps. She still sucks her thumb and puts yarn fuzz up her nose, but she'll take it out and throw it away if you ask her to. Below is a picture from earlier this summer of her indulging her habit.
why don't we have back buttons too?
E likes to climb on my back when I get down on the floor in child's pose (hunched over with legs tucked under your body). It feels great to me, like a mini-massage. When she was getting ready to climb on yesterday she suddenly lifted my shirt and seemed to be looking for something on my back. She said, with her usual urgency, "button!" Then she lifted her own shirt and looked for her belly button.
Saturday, September 01, 2007
We probably had the last old-style metal playground equipment in the state, and they replaced it this summer. I kind of miss it. Sure, plastic is safer, but the burning metal slide never did any permanent damage to me, so it should be okay for other kids, right? :) The main disappointment is that they've done away with merry-go-rounds completely. I haven't seen anything like them anywhere. We had one. I should've nicked it! Couldn't make those lawsuit-proof so I wonder if they've shipped them off to some developing country somewhere. Sorry, my cynicism is showing. Anyway, E is delighted with the playground, regardless. She loved it before and she loves it now. Here are some pictures from August 12th.
me and mine
E has learned to say "mine" and is practicing it a lot.
She's in her crib making little noises right now, which passes for an afternoon nap. I have been looking forward to this time to "get some things done" and for the last half hour all I've been doing is deleting old email! I spend more time organizing my computer files than I do organizing my house - and nobody sees my computer files. If only the house had a built-in feature similar to the computer. You come home with bags of groceries and there's some kind of force field blocking you from taking them in the house. A message flashes up on the door: "You have reached your maximum storage limit in this house. To free up space, delete some old items."