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January 09, 2007
Really Stinky Poop
We just got back last night from our trip to visit McKaila and Tessa (and their parents, Kris and Marc). The kids got along really well (Signa wants to live in their house) and of course the parents did (for what little time the kids allowed the parents to even talk). Signa ALMOST slept in the kids' room. Almost, but then not. Maybe next time.
We went to the beach and the butterfly grove. I kept saying over and over again how insanely HOT it was for January at the ocean. Hot and sunny. I love the air and the fun and the company. I wish we lived closer. Kris has been my closest friend since third grade and Marc was in high school with us.
Soon after we got there, Signa found a toy to love and cherish. It's Squidy, the rubber squid. She cared for him all weekend. Last night after she crashed, I asked Marc if she should sleep with Squidy or with Fluffy Wuffy (the old favorite stuffed animal). He said Jones would poke a hole in Squidy, so she should sleep with Fluffy Wuffy. Or Pinky. She could have Pinky.
When we were punk rock kids with dyed hair and pegged pants and angst galore, we never, ever would have imagined that conversation actually occuring.
Anyway, the trip was great and then we got home and all crashed for the night pretty early. This morning (pay attention, Bob), Signa was watching Little Einsteins and learning about birds. She informed me that Bob eagles collect many sticks all at one time to make their nests. Yes. BOB eagles.
Will has started waving. I was looking at some pictures on the computer of babies and I offhandedly said, "Say 'hello' to the babies." And he waved and smiled at them. I thought maybe it was a fluke, but I ran to the living room and said, "Say 'hello' to Daddy" and he waved.
So he waves and stinks. He's decided that while he doesn't like baby food, he does like broccoli. Ick. Broccoli and breast milk diapers are really not so fun. He also has decided that life around him is so entirely mesmerizingly fascinating that he can't possibly take time out to drink from a bottle or a booby during the prime of day. And that baby food is for babies and he's NOT A BABY! (I know he says that in his head all the time already.)
He has gone from a piddly 8 oz a day of breast milk to maybe 4 oz. Maybe. So we are stepping up the food intake, but if he hates fruit, baby food, and only has 2 full teeth, 2 half teeth, and one almost poking through tooth that leaves...teething biscuits and broccoli.
And really stinky poop.
Posted by Debbie at 03:00 PM | Comments (0)
January 05, 2007
Definitely
This headline-
Irwin's death tape given for safekeeping to his widow
sparked this conversation-
Me: I'd totally sell it. Er. Um. I mean, if that's okay?
Marc: What?
Me: (read headline aloud) If you have no objection, I'd sell that damn tape and make a lot of money.
Marc: Of course! I'd want you to make a butt load! Sell the tape, make a movie, and make action figures of spikes sticking out of my chest.
Me: Yeah! Action figures.
I'm sure it's tasteless, but for us, that would be the ultimate in get rich quick schemes. I pray that when I do go, I do it in such a way as to allow my family to rake it in. If action figures can somehow be involved, all the better.
Also, let it be noted that my whole life, 39 years minus the first 5 or so where I didn't know how to write, I've spelled "definitely" incorrectly. Me. The hypersensitive speller.
How could I not know it didn't have an "a" in it?!?!? How?
Posted by Debbie at 11:07 AM | Comments (3)
January 04, 2007
The Princess and The Pea
Last night I got up to use the bathroom. I always put a sideways pillow between the kids so that Signa doesn't kick Will. When I came back to bed, Signa had spooned the pillow and her arm was stretched over the top of it. Will had reached his arm up and they were holding hands in their sleep. I thought I was going to explode from the amazing cuteness. Purely explode.
Then this morning, sitting up in bed, Signa was digging around in her pajama bottoms. She pulls her arm out and then exclaims, "There was toilet paper stuck in my butt!!!" She went on about how it was a big long piece of toilet paper all stuck in her butt. While Marc and I scrambled to find it, we talked about it. She finally determined, "It was stuck in my bagina, not my butt! It was a big long piece of toilet paper stuck in my bagina! That's so funny!!!" Still worried about where she threw the "big long piece" of toilet paper and wondering if there was... um, anything on it..., we checked the floor next to the bed and in all the bed covers- everywhere.
We couldn't find it and then suddenly Marc says, "Is this it?" Yes, it was. Only it wasn't "big" or "long"; it was a teeny, tiny piece of tissue about the size of 1/2 of a pea. Stuck somewhere in my poor girl's underwear.
Princess.
Posted by Debbie at 03:36 PM | Comments (0)
January 03, 2007
Nicknames
Why is it that be-it our furry children or our regular children, Marc and I never call them by their given names? And it's not like we aren't the people who gave them those given names, either.
Our cats have all had nicknames. Our dog had nicknames. Signa has nicknames. Now Will. Poor Will. Never ever called, "Will", but instead goes by, "Baby Man," "Boo Boo," "Biff," and "Count Crapula".
And I thought "Mrs. Booby Magilicutty" was bad.
Posted by Debbie at 02:02 PM | Comments (2)
January 02, 2007
Happy 2007!
Happy 2007! I hope everyone has the happiest, healthiest and most wonderful of years.
Thankfully, I don't put much stock into New Year's Eve, because I was asleep by 9:30. Just couldn't handle any longer. We had a nice turkey dinner with Bob, Scott, Kyle, Kasey and the kids and then that was it for me. Bed time.
On Saturday, we went shopping. Marc and Signa dropped Will and me off at BabiesRUs, while they went to ToysRUs. Signa took Marc's hand and said, "Daddy, I love you and I love when it's just you and me."
So that set off my "I WANNA HEAR THAT, TOO" genes, so I took Signa to see Charlotte's Web yesterday. I got, "I love you, Momma, even though you don't lift me out of the bathtub or put my socks and shoes on the way Daddy does."
Good enough. I'm walkin' on air.
Happy New Year!
Posted by Debbie at 10:32 AM | Comments (0)