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February 28, 2005
Been so long...
Nothing much has really happened, but I've been so busy that I've just been keeping tiny notes to update when I have time. I saw that was never going to happen, so I'm doing it now. Here you go:
Haircut (2/12/2005)
This morning we went off the the kids' haircutting place. Signa was cute before DESPITE her hair. Now she is just super cute all the way around! It looks so cute on her- a little page boy. Adorable. She cried through most of it and Marc had to hold her, but it's done and the proverbial rat's nest is gone.
After that, we went to see Pooh's Heffalump movie. Signa loved every second of it. We'll be spending a lot more time at the theaters now that we know how much she loves it.
Boobies
So Signa likes my boobies still. When I get home from work, she says, "Boodies on the COUCH!" And she nurses on the couch. At bedtime, I tell her it's time to brush her teeth and she says, "Boodies in the BED!" In the mornings, I get up and go to the computer where I drink my coffee and check email. She wakes and comes into the office and nurses in my lap.
This morning when she came in, she climbed into my lap and said, "Boodies on the EMAIL!"
Super Sensitive
Signa has become super sensitive about being "in trouble". The slightest thing and she sobs (the kind without sound, so you don't even know it's happening) and then starts panting, "Signa is in trouble."
It's totally heart-wrenching. And it's not like she ever gets in big trouble. It's little things like being told that she shouldn't throw dinosaurs. We don't even raise our voices, but she knows it's trouble and it floors her. I never thought she'd be like this, as she's always been so "hard". Now we are having to change our tactics after 2 and a half years and become more soft. So odd.
It Had to Happen Sometime
Signa took an unusually long bath today. I was cleaning up and doing this and that and checking on her, as was Marc. She was playing and swimming and making up songs, perfectly happy and having fun. "Do you want to get out?" "NO! Swimming! See?!?" So we left her.
Finally took her out against her will and went about getting ready. I had to use the bathroom and she said, "Signa do it, too" so I brought her in with me. I'm peeing and Signa says, "Look, Momma, Look. Signa pooped in the tub."
Yep. Big ol' disgusting log lying there amongst the toys and soaps on the bath mat in the empty tub. Big one. Giant one. Ewwwe.
Shiver. All toys have been sterilized in the dishwasher and we've purchased a new bath mat. And Signa got another bath.
Chalkboard
I walked to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee and saw that my former uterus-inhabitant has made these adorable cute little drawings on the chalkboard. How did it happen? She was just swimming inside me and now she can make pictures.
Sometimes seeing those little things, makes me just want to squish her all up and stuff her back there so that she stops getting so big.
Narration 2/19/2005
Signa is in the bath right now with a bunch of toys. She is saying, "Oh, I'm so sorry, but you are in my way. Excuse me, out my way!" and swishing them to one side of the tub. Then she did the same narrative and now she's on the other side of the tub and the toys are on the other.
Now she's singing the Backyardagains (sp?) song. I haven't seen the show, but it's all about exercising or something. I think they play "basketaball" as she is now saying, "It's okay, Backyardagains basketaball. We pay after bath. First boodies on the Couch! Then pay basketaball. Then eat chucky chip cookie! Chucky chip cookie!!! Cookie monster - yum yum yum. Momma, I have aminal cookie and see effatant movie?"
Oh. Wait.. There is a TV show she likes called Lazytown, too. Lazytown is the one with exercise. Backyardagains has the song: "MY BACKYARD FENDS BACKYARDIGANS" Lazytown has Robbie Rotten. "Robbie Rotten bad guy" apparently.
I could write this stuff down all day.
(later in the day)
How fun it is to fight for 2 hours over a nap? Wow. I wish I were a stay at home mom.
Not.
I stayed home with Signa today while Marc went to a thing. I'm so frustrated. Lying with her doesn't work, leaving her there doesn't work. Nothing is working. About an hour ago, I just let her up, but she is tired, annoying and whiny, saying, "Tired. Go to BED!"
And now she's fighting still. I've had it and know my limits. I'm leaving her there. If she gets up, fine. Cries for 2 hours, fine. Sleeps, fine. Whatever.
I am the worst mom ever, but she is on my one last nerve. If she evengoes to sleep, she will be up to midnight. But if she doesn't, I'm doomed with a monster kid.
She goes straight down for Marc every single day. For me, it's this. And I didn't even subject her to my zillions of projects today.
Big Words
What kind of two-year-old calls it a "Play Structure" instead of just generic "park"??? And "firefighters" not "fireman". It's so cute.
Signa tends to add syllables to words. "orana-ange" "tri-e-angle" "basket-a-ball"Those are the three off the top of my head, but she does it a lot. She enunciates the whole word, but just adds syllables.
She also learned the alphabet in the car the other night driving home and yesterday started making up songs about effatants and lemurs and baby godzillas...
When Boobies Have Gone on Too Long
Signa enjoys nursing at night, but sometimes she wants, "Boodies on the Couch!" and sometimes, "Boodies in the Bed!" She has learned that Marc does not have boodies, but that I do and so does she. So today at naptime, Marc laid down with her and she lifted her shirt, squeezed her breast AND TRIED TO NURSE HERSELF TO SLEEP ON HER OWN BOOBIE. Niiiiice.
What To Wear
Signa does not care one bit. Except in the negative. No coats or sweaters or heavy long sleeves, unless what you are looking forward to is whining and pulling a the sleeves endlessly all day. She would never pick anything out to wear. She just doesn't care about that stuff.
How to Get Someone to Play with You
Signa comes over, grabs your hand, puts it in hers, holds tightly and says, "Walk with me!" Then walks you to where ever she wanted you. And you can't say no, because her little hand holding yours is so darned cute.
Skootr
Signa gets obsessed with Skootr sometimes. She'll just go on and on. "Jack, Jones, Skootr. Skootr gone. Skootr died." Over and over just like that. And it's been MONTHS. She gets a sad face, too, so I know she doesn't understand, but kinda does. Marc taught her to say that she misses her, too. So now it's, "Skootr gone. Skootr died. Miss her. Ahhhhhh."
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February 11, 2005
De Ja Vu
NOTE: The company that hosts my website had something explode and it took the below enrty with it. I know I wrote more than this, but this was all I could rescue. It also ate my special note to my dad and he didn't even get to read it. Stupid blown up computers. My mail didn't work for 2 days either, but I didn't know it. So if you sent something to me and it said that that address didn't exist, it was a lie. I do exist. Honest.
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Work has been super busy, so I haven't had time to write things down. I did jot a couple of things down yesterday to try to remember. I know there are more, but this is all I could get down.
The Power of The Media
Signa has taken to quoting commercials, "Somebody pease pease change a gade pwugging?!?"
A crummy commercial for Glade Plug-ins where a mouse runs through the house and dives into the catbox and says, "Would somebody please please change that Glade Plug-in?!?!"
Clean Freak
Signa is very at odds with anything out of place. "Momma dirty! Ceen it UP! Ceen it UP!" Then a tantrum and crying fit if you don't.
Gaseous Functions
We were in Target one day and Signa wanted to go sit on the fancy chairs in the outdoor furniture section. So we all sit down (because she did and then told us to- "Momma DO it. Daddy DO it.") and Marc says, "Pbbbthhht," and pokes her nose or something. Signa belts out loudly, "Daddy farted!"
And now she will announce, "Signa burped!" to just about anyone anytime, since she's learned to make the sound of a burp. Yay.
Mikey
Remember, "Try it! You'll like it!" Signa just has the first part. Whenever there is anything remotely booby or food-related that she thinks might either have milk or sugar in, she says, "Try it?" and then answers herself on our behalf, "Sure!" And the "sure" is like it's a great idea that she couldn't possibly have comprehended before but now that you mention it- SURE!
For instance, I come home from work and change. She sees the boobies and says, "Try it? Sure!" Or we pull out cookies for dessert. "Try it? Sure!"
Robots
Signa loves robots. And there is a movie coming out called, "Robots" that she is loving already (coming attractions on the computer with Daddy every morning). She plays robot by taking all the play-doh out of the container and shoving her hand in it. "Wook, Momma, wook! Signa robot!" She does this with cups in the bathtub, too. At Target they have two little stuffed figures and then the coup de grâce are the boots. They are robot boots that Signa can strap on her feet and when she walks, they sound like she is 800 tons. Signa put them on her hands and said, "Wook, Momma, wook! Signa robot!"
Polite
Signa is becoming increasingly polite. I'd say that about 50% of the time, she says thank you UNPROMPTED when she should. Sadly, she follows it promptly with, "Herhelcome!" For instance, I will give her an animal cookie (aminal COOKIE!). She responds, "Thank you, Momma! Herhelcome!" If she sneezes and we don't "bless you" fast enough, she does. "Bess you, Signa." She also excuses herself a lot. She'll run to get Playdoh and bump into the couch. "Scuze me."
Bugs Bunny is No More
What kid doesn't know Bugs Bunny? My kid. She thinks he's Reader Rabbit of Toddler Computer Game fame. She's learning to use the mouse by frantically sliding it every-which-way at the speed of light on the mouse pad. She eventually picks up the right shape and then eventually drops it into the right slot, but it takes a whole lot of rolls on that little mouse ball.
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February 01, 2005
January Pictures
Signa was very sick this past weekend, but is getting better now. We feel bad, because she got in trouble Friday for spitting out her cough medicine on purpose. Then on Saturday she coughed so much that she threw up and she got hysterical, because she thought she was going to get in trouble. "I spilled!" she said. Poor baby girl.
I think she may have weaned. The milk makes her pflegmy so I would fend her off and now she's not asking any more. It makes me very sad. I know she's over 2 and all, but still... makes me sad. She really ISN'T a baby any more.
Anyway, here are the pictures from January. I didn't label them well, so hopefully my brief words will make them make sense.
www.mascotmanor.org/Pictures/jan05/index.htm
Enjoy!
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