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Meet Spellarinza

Spellarinza is a fluffy, soft pink bear that Bug adopted the other day at Build A Bear. With her current fascination with all things ballet, of course she chose a ballerina fairy outfit for Spellarinza to wear. Most unbefitting a ballerina bear, Bug chose to give Spellarinza a monstrous growl when you squeeze her paw.

Boohbah and Maggie the Ephalent's Playdate

For a few weeks now Bug has been in the habit of coming out of her bedroom after she goes in for night or naptime. She'll quietly approach the playroom and sit on the top of the stairs, right outside the playroom door, and peak in the door at us. There she'll wait till she's noticed or for a couple minutes before poking her head in the room and calling for us. Typically the first escape is to say she has to go potty, something she knows we will never deny her. When she is fired up and wants to use further stall tactics, she'll come out and make some silly announcement, like, "I need to throw this tissue away," or "I need something" [looking around and picking something seemingly at random]. Sometimes she'll simply say, "I had a nice nap." Each time, we shoo her back into her room, blanket her and turn her music back on if need be.

Naptime in itself is kind of a joke these days. It's rare that she actually sleeps. More often than not, she's in there singing, reading books or playing doctor on Boohbah. We still insist that she has this "rest" time, though. It's a mainstay at her daycare, and we try to keep the same schedule. It's also our sanity -- my sanity, -- especially these days with K's horrible schedule.

This afternoon's naptime has been fraught with escapes, so many that I've ceased to escort her back each time. She has pottied. She has "needed something" (heading back to her room with the zoo map used this week when she went with Mom Mom and Pop Pop). The most recent (several) visits to the playroom really take the cake, so I share them with you.

First she had to tell me that her map got ripped. On her way out, she announced that she, Boohbah and Maggie the ephalent (a stuffed animal my parents got her at the zoo) were going to be playing something unintelligible.

Then Bug showed up at the playroom door. No more sidling, sneaking or peaking. She walked in and said, rather annoyed, that Boohbah was not listening. He was being mean to Maggie the ephalent (no, she won't just call her Maggie). I suggested Bug give Boohbah a time out, and to be sure he apologizes and gives her a big hug when it's over.

Then she announced that Boohbah was listening now, and he had said sorry and given Maggie a big hug.

Uh oh. Boohbah's being naughty again. Also, someone's being mean to Dumbo and Maggie "threw the missing piece" (no clue what she's talking about). She's going to try another time out.

Then she appears, Boohbah under one arm and her stethoscope in the other. Boohbah is sick now from her cough.

It's been about ten minutes since her last visit. I turned on the monitor to find out what's going on. A lot of clattering, and some mumbling about the zoo. And scraping. What the heck is she doing in there?

You can call that a cliffhanger.

No Boobah = No Sleep

She went to bed without a hitch tonight, as usual. Thirty minutes of singing later, I went in to check on her, to make sure she didn't have a dirty diaper keeping her awake. When I got in there, she said, "I want my blanket back on, please." I put her socks (not on her hands but in her doctor kit) back on, pulled her blanket back up, kissed her and headed out.

Ten minutes later she started calling me. I couldn't make out through the monitor what she was saying, until she started singing her request. It was somewhere between singing and crying... not crying, but a long, plaintive moan.

Bug: "Maaaaaahmeeeeee, ahhhhhhhh! I want my Boooooooobaaaaaaah, ahhhhhhh!"

I found Boobah sitting on the floor near her desk and delivered him to the tent, reminding her that I done asked her when she first went to bed if Boobah was in the tent, and she said, "Yeah."

All is quiet now. Silly Bug.

Piggyback Ride

Notice the intent focus.

She then climbs onto the coffee table for a better look. What could it be?

Duh. And poor Boobah is unceremoniously pushed to the side.

November 17, 2005

Boobah: Diapered

As promised:

Sacked

Wandering aimlessly around Fred Meyer tonight, looking for a suitable gift to take to Bunco tomorrow, I found myself in the bedding department, face to face with an unexpected, but extremely pleasant surprise: a moose sleep sack.

Sure, Bug got more than enough for her birthday. Sure, the thing wasn't cheap. Sure, it wasn't on my buy list. But when faced with a moose sleeping bag, when your sweet little angel (for the most part) Bug has been sleeping in a tent since the opportunity first struck, and there's no telling how long this perfect sleeping bag would be available, one must seize the opportunity.

By the time I got home, Bug was showered, jammied and chomping on some crackers while watching Maisy. None of this mattered when she beheld the mighty moose sleep sack (after I demonstrated how she could get inside, and put her legs and arms in the moose's legs).

Tonight Bug is sleeping in her moose in the tent. Well, maybe not sleeping just yet; we've heard her clattering around on the monitor.

::tangent::
I suppose this would be a good time to mention, since I apparently haven't already, that Bug's nightly venture into her tent includes Boobah and her doctor kit. Each morning, she greets me at the door with the same. Boobah and the doctor kit accompany us downstairs to breakfast (where the doctor kit is ceremoniously laid on her picnic table, and Boobah on Daddy's chair at the breakfast table),...

::tangent within a tangent::
That is, until this morning, when K joined us for breakfast. Bug was kind enough to say, "I move Boobah from Daddy chair!" and put Boobah in the chair that is otherwise unoccupied. Surely this will become Boobah's chair from now on.
::end tangent within a tangent::

...back upstairs for dressing/brushing, and usually also in the car to go to school. When she gets in the car after school, her first question -- if her doctor kit didn't make the morning cut (since sometimes it's just Boobah) -- is, "Where's my doctor kit, Mommy?" We know better than to try to put her to bed without Boobah or her doctor kit. I was panicking the other night when the doctor kit was nowhere to be found.

::second tangent within a tangent::
Gah! You mean I haven't blogged about "the dark" yet, either? Sorry! We have this entertainment center in the livingroom downstairs. There are big cabinets along the bottom. The ones to the left are filled with videos and secured with child safety locks. The one on the right is empty and unsecured. Bug has seized this cabinet as her own and refers to it as "the dark". She regularly climbs into it ("I go in the daaaark!") and shuts the door. After a minute, sometimes longer, she'll fling open the doors, giggling maniacally. She also is in the habit of throwing toys and things she finds around the house in there. Missing a boot? A wooden spoon? Your Halloween costume? It's probably in the daaaark.
::end second tangent within a tangent::

I ended up finding the doctor kit in the dark; good thing I thought to look in there, otherwise night-night time would have been for naught.
::end tangent::

Well, all tangents said and done, there's no more clattering. Whatever, I was assuming that she was checking the moose out with her doctor kit to make sure he's ok.

Where's the Ref?

I think I'm going to have to get in there. Bug is getting up from her nap and sounds pretty mad.

It's not apparent listening through the monitor just who is antagonizing her. Pooh? Roo? NeNe? Ang? Bunny? It's pretty easy to guess what the infraction is, though: binky theft.

She's repeating, "No! MINE!"

Girl has six binkies in her bed, enough for everyone. It's too bad she can't share.

Ang

Ang was a Christmas present from Uncle B in '03. Bug loved to sleep with Ang...

     (20JAN04)

...and Ang has had a special place in Bug's crib.

Last night I realized I had left a cd playing on repeat in Bug's room. Not wanting to hear the annoying songs all night, I snuck in to turn it off. This is what I found.

Some habits die hard.

I'm still shocked that taking this didn't wake her up.