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Viking Bug

May 20, 2008

Family Portrait

Bug, Jem, Daddy, Pop Pop, Mom Mom and Slava (he's dead)
Circa October 2007

Momma's No Suckah

Around bathtime last night, Bug complained of some pain in her foot. She was limping, even. She couldn't remember injuring it... We did dance quite a bit yesterday, come to think of it. I figured she may have pulled something.

After a particularly bad nightmare brought her to my room at 1:30 this morning, Bug was complaining even more about the foot. This morning, moreso. I decided to keep her home from school.

Having her rest, I left her on the couch watching a cartoon while I grabbed the laundry. Imagine the shock, the horror, the betrayal I felt when reentering the livingroom to find her jumping. on. the. couch.

Lunch packed. Clothes on. Out the door. Booger!

Got a Tissue?

Bug: Momma, do you know who my most favorite person is?
Momma: Who's that?
Bug: Daddy!
Momma: Daddy's pretty great, isn't he? I miss him a lot.
Bug: Yeah! [pouting] I miss him, too. I wish I could give him a big hug RIGHT NOW!
Momma: I bet he would love to hug you right now, too.
Bug: mmm hmmm...
Momma: Tell you what. Close your eyes really tight.
Bug: [closes eyes]
Momma: [hugs Bug really hard, to get a grunt]
Bug: [opening eyes and smiling] Thanks, Mom!

Join the Party

November 21, 2007

Mom Mom may recognize these shorts as ones she bought for use with Bug's dolls. Bug decided to try them on, then proceeded to prance around the kitchen, saying that she was going to a dance party and you could only come to the dance party if you were wearing pink shorts with ruffles on the butt.

Making Turkeys

November 21, 2007

Hatrick o' Fun

Last night Bug experienced her first hockey game, in which the local Aces got thumped. Bug had a great time playing with Boog, and spent the game doing the following:

1. Ringing her cowbell



2. Taking pictures or using her camera as binoculars



3. Eating popcorn and using the cup as a hat

Expirations and Aspirations

Bug: Mommy, why does everyone have to die?
Momma: It's a part of life, Bug. Imagine if everyone lived. The world would be awfully crowded!
Bug: We should help people not have to die!
Momma: You know, there are doctors who investigate ways to keep people from getting certain kinds of illnesses. Maybe when you grow up you can be one of them. Would you like to do that?
Bug: No. I want to work at McDonald's.

I should clarify, lest K think I've been indoctrinating the kids since he's been away. We've gone on two occasions for nugget and apple Happy Meals when in a rush. The other day when we went, Bug seemed very interested in the lady in the drive-thru window. At one point she said, "Hey, Momma! When I get bigger I could work in there!"

After

Before

The first few days were the worst. Tylenol with codeine unBugs the Bug. Once she was off that wretched stuff, she started drinking and eating normally, and became my sweet Bug once more. The main difference is that her voice is markedly different. It's higher pitched and still a bit scratchy. It was hard to understand her for a while, but that's getting much better now.

A friend whose son had his tonsils out a few months back said he had a 2-inch growth spurt in the month following his surgery. We shall see.

Happy Birthday, Bug! Part I

Today is Bug's fourth birthday.

Our first task of the day was to get a picture of her in the birthday hat, which will be cleaned up and included on her birthday cake for her party this weekend (a picture of Bug in the hat, not the hat, that is). Then we made banana muffins for breakfast.

Once the muffins were in the oven, Bug opened her first present, a kid-proof camera from Uncle B.

Bug loves taking pictures, but needs to work on her aim and holding the camera steady.

Besides such silliness, she took way too many pictures of clutter on the floor. Ceilings, Bug!

Since she has several adults spoiling the crap out of her, we're staggering the gifties throughout the day. So far she's opened three. Her second and third choices weren't as exciting as the camera, as shown by her immediate queries about other possible gifties. Jem gave Bug an Alaska-themed alphabet workbook, and I gave her clothes. (Spellarinza was an early birthday present, but she's not much new and exciting anymore. :( ) More on this in my next post.

After breakfast Bug had her ballet class. I'll refrain from posting the hysterical image of her looking less than graceful.

See that girl in the forefront? She's not listening. hee. Bug did really well today, listening and following along with her teacher, and not trying to help instruct her fellow dancers. (That first class was pretty rough with her new, no-nonsense teacher.)

Bug had decided that today she was going to wear the soccer shirt that Daddy sent to her. She ended up wearing it at lunch, then decided that she may sleep in it instead.

Right now Bug's off with Mom Mom and Pops doing a little shopping. I suggested to Pops that they get her a balloon. I'll have the camera ready for their return, as I'm sure that Bug will have more than just one.

For the rest of today, the plan is to make her birthday cake (chocolate with banana icing and sprinkles), open more presents, go to dinner at her favorite restaurant (where she wants them to sing to her), eat her birthday cake, and maybe go swimming (the only open swim at several of the pools in the area is later, so if she's not too tired, we'll go - otherwise it'll be another day).