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More Park 20AUG05

Serenity Now!

K went to pick up Bug, and when they returned, they entered the house pretty much as usual:

K: Where's Momma?
Bug: MOMMA! Where ARE yoooooou?!
K: Maybe she's upstairs. Let's take off our shoes and go up.

Then things started sounding differently when Bug started to cry.

When they got upstairs and Bug got onto my lap, I asked her why she was crying. Apparently she didn't want to walk upstairs. She had other things to talk about, though:

Bug: Cwying! In car!
Momma: You were crying in the car? Why?
Bug: My purse! Momma's car!
Momma: Did you come home in Daddy's car?
Bug: ::nods::
Momma: And your purse is in Momma's car?
Bug: ::nods:: WHERE'S MY BOOBA! [Booba is what she now calls Ooba. He's with her pretty constantly these days. She'll throw him tea parties, "fix" his "hair," and cuddle with him.]
Momma: Booba's still in bed, honey. [K heads over to get Booba.]
Bug, upon receiving Booba: Thank you, Daddy!

And with that, Booba gets situated on lap, finger gets deeply inserted in nose, and all is right with the world.

August 8, 2005

Watching for salmon.

Don't Dish Out What You Can't Take

More and more we're reminded that we must be careful what we say around Bug. Also, things we may find "cute" or acceptable around the house may not be ok when she can't make appropriate judgments in public.

Bug has recently adopted some catch phrases, some cute and acceptable, and others not so much. These include:

• "Let's do it!" This is accompanied by a fist on the open palm. We don't know where this came from.
• "Whatchoo DOOing?" This is only cute the first time. Believe me.
• "Come ON!" Some would be so proud of the restraint I was able to show the first time I heard this one (I didn't even spit out my drink), which thus far I had only heard from K while he's driving or watching sports. Bug will use this is we're not moving fast enough for her liking.
• "Stinky poopie!" Is it my fault that she MUST come to the bathroom with me? In one bathroom of the house, she'll even sit on her little stepstool and ask for a "book" (Reader's Digest), then instruct me on the proper procedure ("Momma, wipe butt. Momma, [put toilet paper] in there. Momma, flush. Momma, wash hands. Oh Oh! Me wash, too!"). I guess we shouldn't be saying this to her when we change a poo diaper.

Mac and Cheese 14SEP05

New Game

Chase a Mommy

Bug rides her Radio Flyer trike around downstairs, chasing me. This girl is FAST! She has an amazing technique for quickly turning corners that the trike can't handle on its own.

Much squealing ensued.

At the Park with Mom Mom 20AUG05

Polar Poopy

Since peeing in her potty recently, Bug has reached a new level of potty interest.

This interest came to a head (har har) yesterday when, duiring a fruitless change, Bug says "Pee in potty?" When asked if she wanted to go and pee on the potty, she said enthusiastically "Let's GO!"

Let me just say that there is nothing cuter than naked Bug butt running down the hall to the bathroom. It totally beats The Toweled Avenger running to the playroom after a bath.

She sat on the potty for a good half hour, having K read her Potty Book over and over to her between her own turns reading. This repeated itself today, although the goal was to poop in the potty. Nothing more than a little wind.

Cut to a few minutes ago. Bug was playing with her Little People. She had taken the polar bear out of the zoo and put him in the bathroom of the cottage. She was narrating the scene, saying that bear was going to "poop on the potty." Afterwards, she closed the toilet, making it flush, and then used a Kleenex to clean up the bear's backside.