Throughout the week, Mommy and Daddy had been telling me how I was going to go spend the night with Nana by myself on Saturday. I am getting pretty good and the days of the week and knowing which one comes next. I know that Saturday and Sunday are special days and I don’t go to school on those days. Often we do something fun, like go visit family, friends, the park (like on Friday, which was different), the zoo or the aquarium. On Friday night we packed my new suitcase (the one with butterflies on it) with clothes and necessities I would need for one night with Nana. As with the vacation, I have a different idea of what needs to be taken on a one-night trip than Mommy. But she has to give me credit with what a joyful helper I am in the packing process. She should appreciate this, because I may not always enjoy being such a good helper!
On Saturday morning, we did all of the normal things like take the sheets off the beds, put them into the washer, watch them spin around in the washer, then move them to the dryer and watch them spin around again. Mommy and I finished packing my butterfly suitcase (and unpacking the sundry items I continued to pack in the suitcase). Then we got into the big car and headed to Middletown. We met Nana in the Lowe’s parking lot. As soon as I saw her come to the window, I kicked me feet (which is what I have done and continue to do when I am especially happy) and gave my best, happiest grin. I barely said goodbye to Mommy, then Nana and I were off to her house.
Mommy and Daddy went to Louisville, Kentucky (a state I have visited) to meet their friend Terra, who was presenting at a conference for English professors. They sat in the back, even though there were only eight people there, and listened to the three presenters talk about the importance of and the ability to build rapport among students via on-line classes. They both found it fascinating and you won’t be surprised to hear that Mommy wanted to ask several questions but Daddy would not let her. It was a riveting hour and Mommy decided that she could be a conference crasher. After that, the three walked back to the hotel (the Galt House) which was a few blocks away, right on the Ohio River (right, this does happen where a river with one name can be seen from many states. I hope you can keep up, I am sure this will happen again in another story.) After a quick change, they were off to meander around the city, stopping first at a brewhouse for drinks and some appetizers. Then they went into the historical Brown hotel for a look at the menu which included the “hotbrown” which Mommy actually enjoyed one time with Elinor and Jerry Fitzgerald, our friend Kelly’s parents who live in Louisville. They paid the cool $.50 to ride the trolley from one end of the city to the other. With some deliberation by Daddy, they headed to the top of their hotel to the bar to check out the view of the river. Daddy is afraid of heights and this fear seems to get worse as he gets older. As Mommy and Terra stood close to the windows to see what they could see, Daddy stood by the innermost wall.
Don’t worry, the fun did not stop then, the night had just begun! They walked the several blocks to the hotel/art museum called 21C. They felt a little like “Ferris Bueller’s Day Off” when the threesome went to the art museum and held hands with the school kids as they walked through. No, they did not hold hands, but they were mesmerized by the collection of art and the experience of it all. And no, I have not seen this movie, but as I would say, “someday Abigail watch that.” They had a drink at the fancy dancy bar and people watched for a bit. After this, they were on their way to their next adventure, walking to another restaurant for dinner. On the way, they talked to me to say good night. I was having a good time and not very available for talking, so after the brief chat, they went back to the “revived” part of the town and had a “light” dinner, which turned out not to be very light. Between the salad, entrée, mac and cheese and bread, they were ready to go. They meandered back to the hotel bar area that actually was located over the road with a really cool view and drank a bottle of the wine Mommy and Daddy brought. The night ended with Mommy downing a few Rolaids for the heartburn, a relatively new phenomenon she started experiencing when she was pregnant with me!
The next morning, Mommy, Daddy and Terra got up, walked to a bagel shop for breakfast, then because they had time before Terra had to get to the airport, they decided to check out the archery convention. It is amazing how much you learn about new things when you crash conventions! Mommy decided that she could not only crash conferences and would not take Daddy so she could ask all of the questions she wanted, but she could crash conventions to learn about new sports and hobbies.
After they dropped Terra off at the airport and set up my next overnight with Nana (meaning, Terra had another conference that they would crash), Daddy and Mommy headed home. They made a few very productive stops along the way, including one to Daddy’s favorite wine shop and to a mall where Mommy enjoyed herself with a few minutes of toddler-free shopping. By this time, I was up from my nap at Nana’s and ready to be brought home. Actually, I was not ready to come home, but Mommy and Daddy were ready for me to come home. The end of my weekend!
What did Nana and I do while Mommy and Daddy were in Louisville conference and convention crashing with Terra? All we can say is “what happens at Nana’s stays at Nana’s.”
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
March 19, 2010
Spring was finally “in the air” on Friday (March 19), which means that it was warm (yet breezy) and the sun was shining. Even though Ohio has many great qualities, it could do much to enhance its equity with a boost in days of sunshine throughout the winter. We can manage through the cold and we don’t mind the snow, but the overcast, dark days of winter can really drain a soul. So when it was warm (yet breezy) on Friday, everyone was racing for the doors to get out and enjoy it. You also cannot count on great weather and other snowstorm could still come, you must enjoy the nice days when you get them. Daddy picked me up early and we headed directly to the park we see every morning and night on our way to school and home again. I have been talking about this park every day for weeks, asking earnestly if we could go, even though it was completely covered in snow or slush and not a soul could be seen at it. I had given up the quest in the last week, simply saying what I do about so many things that I want to do in the future “someday Abigail will go to the park.” This is usually a sufficient request of the adults in my life and we both feel positive about their ability to say, “yes, someday Abigail will do that.” You can imagine my surprise when we did not pass the park but pulled directly into the lot and headed for the play area! I am big enough now to climb up the steps by myself and am even experimenting with the ladders and alternative climbing apparatus in the play area. Daddy did “spot” me even though I wanted to do it all by myself. To this I said, “someday Abigail do it all by herself” and Daddy said, “yes, someday Abigail will do it all by herself, but Daddy will help you for now.” Usually this works for me. We have been coming to this park since I was little (I know, this is relative, but just ask me and I will tell you what a big girl that I am). It was remodeled and broken into two sections, one for older kids and one for smaller kids like me. Daddy and I played for quite some time and when we were back at the car getting a tissue, Mommy drove up in the “big car” (my term for the “SUV” - sport utility van - or mini-van). We all three played for awhile until Daddy left to go get dinner ready. Mommy told us that she had a choice between the park with me or a happy hour with people from work and it was an easy decision. No, she did not go to the happy hour first!
March 14, 2010
Mommy’s friend, Erika, had her baby boy (Sawyer) on March 11th! I know what a baby is, I point them out when we are in stores (and at the airport on our trip) all of the time. I am not sure what it means that Erika had a baby because it has not yet occurred to ask why she did not have him before, so what is the new news? Mommy got to meet little Sawyer on Sunday, March 14, he was only a few days old. I don’t remember being a few days old, although I think we were still in the hospital because I was born via a “c-section” (whatever that means) and when I was born I did not suck very well so the doctors wanted to keep me at the hospital to check on me. Mommy loved visiting Erika, Christian, Emma, Kora and little Sawyer. Erika’s parents were there too, and Mommy loved seeing them. Erika’s mom (Pam) and Mommy have had a running joke since Mommy was in high school and would go to Erika’s house. Pam would hide from Mommy, pretending that she did not want to see her. Now, even if Pam really did not want to see Mommy, Mommy thought it was so funny she never saw through it. One time, Pam was hiding in the bathtub so now when they see each other, they often refer to the surprise Mommy has of not finding Pam in the bathtub. I hope I have friends and parents of friends that I will know my whole life like Mommy and Erika.
March 10, 2010
Mommy made renewed commitments to life starting in March. As much as she loves her job, she realized that she could not do just her job and needed to spend more time with her family and friends. During the past nine months, she was working all day, coming home to eat (of course, she is an eater), play with me and put me to bed, then go back to work from home until very late. She would do this starting Sunday night and going every day and even worked most Saturday mornings. Sure, she got a lot of work done, but she felt she was missing out on what was important to her and had to make some adjustments. Since we got home from vacation, she still works hard every day and some nights after I go to bed, but not every night and she tries to limit working on Friday night and Saturday too. Both Daddy and I have noticed a difference in her spirit, because she is back to enjoying herself more now. The job is still stressful, but whose isn’t, right? I would argue (even though I am not the arguing type) that being a two-year old going on three-year old is a pretty stressful job.
March 9, 2010
Daddy is back to running. He does not get to run very much during the week to train, but he has gone to different parks in Dayton to run with several (sometimes hundreds) of other runners. He has really missed running and Mommy and I are really glad that he is back to it. His back has been a bit sore, but he called the doctor who advised him to do his stretches again for a few weeks and call if it does not get better. He does not have a “big” race in his plans yet, but we are just waiting for him to let us know when he is ready. Can you believe that it’s been almost one year since his surgery? This time last year he was dealing with constant pain, had endured two shots in his back, countless physical therapy and chiropractor sessions, hours of stretching and lying on his stomach on the floor and more pills than he has ever taken in his life to manage the pain. And he did not take near the number of pills that he should have been taking!
March 7, 2010
We came home on Friday, March 5 and boy were Mommy and Daddy glad to have the two days to unpack and get ready for the next week. As you probably figure, Mommy was completely unpacked the within an hour of being home on Friday night (even though she was feeling yucky and had eaten only a bagel that day) and she was asleep by 9. I was asleep too, even though my body time from Arizona would have been 7. But, who can sleep on planes when you are excited about sitting in your own seat by the window, looking out at the clouds, talking about how I was in the sky, looking at the ground below, asking for every item that I could think of that Daddy had to get out of one of the bags that were not convenient to reach, watching a movie, taking the headsets off and on and asking Mommy constantly to fix them because they were “bugging me” and talking to the people who sat in front and behind me?
On Saturday we ran errands, including a trip to two different Target stores for a twin comforter, blanket, new pillow and sheets. Why did we buy these items, you ask? Because on Sunday, I was transitioned to a big girl bed. Mommy and Daddy bought the mattress for me at Costco a couple of weeks before. I was not very thrilled about the purchase at the time, but had forgotten about it because they put it in Grandma and Papa Larry’s bedroom when they brought it home (we keep their door shut so I don’t notice things that are in there). Here is how it happened: First thing Sunday morning Nana came over to visit (as I already said, Mommy and Daddy thought this would be good for me after vacation).
Mommy wanted to keep the crib up along with the new bed in case there was a revolt, but the crib would not fit through the doorway so she had to take it apart. At this point, I did not know what was going on and I like to help, so I happily asserted myself directly in the middle of the activity, helping take apart the bed. It did not occur to me until the crib was in many pieces in the hallway that there might be a problem. Nana and Mommy made a big deal of getting the new frame out, putting the sheets and my new comforter on the bed.
Note that Daddy stayed far away from the activity, he knows better than to get between Mommy and a construction or organization project. The bed moved around the room a few times (luckily the frame is on wheels but it would not have mattered if it wasn’t, the bed would have moved anyway). Mommy settled on a spot on the long wall, away from the windows so I cannot reach the window blinds from bed. Daddy was sent to the hardware store to buy slats, which he did, even though he was not sure why this all needed to be done so close to my nap time. He came up the stairs with the slats as the bed made its third location change and the chairs were being readjusted.
After all of the activity, it was time for my nap. To my dismay, my cozy crib and perfectly aligned accessories were gone and this massive, obtuse “pad” was sitting in my room. What is a girl to do? As Mommy and Nana left the room I continued my plea “no this, no this, no this!” While I was sleeping, Mommy attempted to open up the bed rails that we had to keep me from rolling out of the bed. These are the same rails that she could not get closed before vacation last October. She thought to herself that she should have just kept them open because no matter how hard she tried, she could not get them open. She and Nana even did some investigation in the mechanics of the rail (a.ka. she cut open a section to see it) but this only showed that it was not functioning correctly. Mommy is usually pretty good at fixing things and has been working on giving up the fight before she is frustrated beyond belief. Because she had already spent significant time working on the rails before, she had little patience this time, so off Mommy and Nana went to buy new ones. They also went to the hardware store
But, as with many transitions in my life to date, they are to be managed through and accepted with some empathetic soothing from Mom but a realistic expectation that there is no turning back. While I might not remember, the transition from my bassinet to my crib was decided and executed in a day where Mommy decided that the furniture in her bedroom did not work and she needed the space where I slept for a bookcase. I was at an age where I did not need to be so close and Daddy was actually ready for a better night’s rest, but let’s be honest about the trigger that moved me to the new room. For better or worse, I did not have an issue with that first major transition (besides the one of being born) and slept peacefully through the night. This adjustment encouraged Mommy and “transitions” have been “abrupt changes that will be managed through” ever since. There might be talk about the transition coming, but when it’s time, it’s time. Remember the paci fairy? I’ve said enough.
On Saturday we ran errands, including a trip to two different Target stores for a twin comforter, blanket, new pillow and sheets. Why did we buy these items, you ask? Because on Sunday, I was transitioned to a big girl bed. Mommy and Daddy bought the mattress for me at Costco a couple of weeks before. I was not very thrilled about the purchase at the time, but had forgotten about it because they put it in Grandma and Papa Larry’s bedroom when they brought it home (we keep their door shut so I don’t notice things that are in there). Here is how it happened: First thing Sunday morning Nana came over to visit (as I already said, Mommy and Daddy thought this would be good for me after vacation).
Mommy wanted to keep the crib up along with the new bed in case there was a revolt, but the crib would not fit through the doorway so she had to take it apart. At this point, I did not know what was going on and I like to help, so I happily asserted myself directly in the middle of the activity, helping take apart the bed. It did not occur to me until the crib was in many pieces in the hallway that there might be a problem. Nana and Mommy made a big deal of getting the new frame out, putting the sheets and my new comforter on the bed.
Note that Daddy stayed far away from the activity, he knows better than to get between Mommy and a construction or organization project. The bed moved around the room a few times (luckily the frame is on wheels but it would not have mattered if it wasn’t, the bed would have moved anyway). Mommy settled on a spot on the long wall, away from the windows so I cannot reach the window blinds from bed. Daddy was sent to the hardware store to buy slats, which he did, even though he was not sure why this all needed to be done so close to my nap time. He came up the stairs with the slats as the bed made its third location change and the chairs were being readjusted.
After all of the activity, it was time for my nap. To my dismay, my cozy crib and perfectly aligned accessories were gone and this massive, obtuse “pad” was sitting in my room. What is a girl to do? As Mommy and Nana left the room I continued my plea “no this, no this, no this!” While I was sleeping, Mommy attempted to open up the bed rails that we had to keep me from rolling out of the bed. These are the same rails that she could not get closed before vacation last October. She thought to herself that she should have just kept them open because no matter how hard she tried, she could not get them open. She and Nana even did some investigation in the mechanics of the rail (a.ka. she cut open a section to see it) but this only showed that it was not functioning correctly. Mommy is usually pretty good at fixing things and has been working on giving up the fight before she is frustrated beyond belief. Because she had already spent significant time working on the rails before, she had little patience this time, so off Mommy and Nana went to buy new ones. They also went to the hardware store
But, as with many transitions in my life to date, they are to be managed through and accepted with some empathetic soothing from Mom but a realistic expectation that there is no turning back. While I might not remember, the transition from my bassinet to my crib was decided and executed in a day where Mommy decided that the furniture in her bedroom did not work and she needed the space where I slept for a bookcase. I was at an age where I did not need to be so close and Daddy was actually ready for a better night’s rest, but let’s be honest about the trigger that moved me to the new room. For better or worse, I did not have an issue with that first major transition (besides the one of being born) and slept peacefully through the night. This adjustment encouraged Mommy and “transitions” have been “abrupt changes that will be managed through” ever since. There might be talk about the transition coming, but when it’s time, it’s time. Remember the paci fairy? I’ve said enough.
March 5, 2010
To sum up the vacation in Phoenix: We had a fabulous time in the desert, spending time relaxing with Grandma and Papa Larry in the villa and at the pool, visiting with Uncle Terry and Aunt Suzi, Daddy’s cousin, Bridget and Mommy’s friend Mindy and her super cool girls, Lauren and Emma. We went in the pool, hung out with the Red’s, went on a “nature walk” and learned about cacti, danced with a singer at the “JW,” met Spongebob Squarepants and Dora, got ice cream and played with bubbles. Most of all, I got non-stop love and adoration from Grandma and Papa Larry. I slept in a big-girl bed (pull out couch) like a champ too. The weather was a bit cooler than we hoped and it did rain (in the desert, I know), Mommy worked quite a bit during the week, Grandma felt queasy for a few days and Mommy came home with the same thing, but even with that, it was a fabulous trip. We know that we are blessed to go on vacation!
Did I tell you that I am in the midst of potty training? During vacation, since it was a bit chilly and we spent a good deal of time in the villa, I was somewhat obsessed with diapers and changing my diaper. On the way to Phoenix when Mommy tried to put me on the potty in the Dallas airport (I asked to go), I got scared because it was open in the front, I had to sit on the side and it flushed by itself, so my interest in sitting on the potty decreased. But my enthusiasm about changing my diaper and my quest to wear pull-ups like at school increased. Daddy had to let go of the cost per unnecessary change because it did not detour my drive and it drove Mommy and Grandma crazy. Even though they work for a company that makes a lot of money off of pull-ups, Mommy and Daddy do not think these make sense. I love them because they are really diapers that make me feel like a big girl and don’t have any uncomfortable consequences. That is why they don’t love them. I do most of my potty training at school, as Miss Tiesha takes us all to the bathroom after every meal or snack and after nap. Before we left on vacation, it seemed to the adults in my life that I was very close to eliminating the diapers, they all agreed that going “cold turkey” (or whatever that means) during vacation would not be the smartest idea they ever had. So, they tolerated my constant changing and starting talking about how when we got back from vacation that we would start getting on the schedule like school.
The only thing that I missed on vacation was Nana. We always go on vacation with Nana along with Grandma and Papa Larry so I could not understand why she was not there. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every moment with Grandma and Papa Larry, but some things are just confusing to a two, almost three-year old girl. Mommy and Daddy asked Nana if she could come over to visit during the weekend so I could get my fix when I returned home from vacation. They knew that they would be chopped liver after such a fun week and wanted to smooth the transition back to everyday life.
Did I tell you that I am in the midst of potty training? During vacation, since it was a bit chilly and we spent a good deal of time in the villa, I was somewhat obsessed with diapers and changing my diaper. On the way to Phoenix when Mommy tried to put me on the potty in the Dallas airport (I asked to go), I got scared because it was open in the front, I had to sit on the side and it flushed by itself, so my interest in sitting on the potty decreased. But my enthusiasm about changing my diaper and my quest to wear pull-ups like at school increased. Daddy had to let go of the cost per unnecessary change because it did not detour my drive and it drove Mommy and Grandma crazy. Even though they work for a company that makes a lot of money off of pull-ups, Mommy and Daddy do not think these make sense. I love them because they are really diapers that make me feel like a big girl and don’t have any uncomfortable consequences. That is why they don’t love them. I do most of my potty training at school, as Miss Tiesha takes us all to the bathroom after every meal or snack and after nap. Before we left on vacation, it seemed to the adults in my life that I was very close to eliminating the diapers, they all agreed that going “cold turkey” (or whatever that means) during vacation would not be the smartest idea they ever had. So, they tolerated my constant changing and starting talking about how when we got back from vacation that we would start getting on the schedule like school.
The only thing that I missed on vacation was Nana. We always go on vacation with Nana along with Grandma and Papa Larry so I could not understand why she was not there. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoyed every moment with Grandma and Papa Larry, but some things are just confusing to a two, almost three-year old girl. Mommy and Daddy asked Nana if she could come over to visit during the weekend so I could get my fix when I returned home from vacation. They knew that they would be chopped liver after such a fun week and wanted to smooth the transition back to everyday life.
February 27, 2010
February ended well, as we went on our first family vacation since October and our first trip on a plane since August 2008. We left on Saturday, February 27 to go to Phoenix to meet up with Grandma and Papa Larry.
A couple of weekends before, Mommy and I met Nana at the Walmart in Middletown to do some shopping and have lunch at the Subway. During this trip, where we spent over two hours in the Walmart, we bought a new suitcase just for me. It has butterflies on it and we got a special tag (it was the shape of a butterfly too) where we wrote my name. Nana got credit for buying the suitcase. Keep this in mind. If someone is with us when “we” purchase something for me, especially a grandparent, they get credit. Just ask me who bought my winter coat.
After we got the bag home, Mommy whipped out her spreadsheet list of all of the items we needed to bring on the trip and started staging the clothes and sundry items. I am all about packing and starting helping by bringing every item I could think of that should fit into my bag for the trip. I was (and still am) blissfully unaware that the list has a purpose and is to be followed closely. Luckily, I did not check the luggage closely after it was ready to go and was bringing items that I could think of in the moment so was not dismayed to find the limited items that I had packed make the final cut.
That Saturday morning, after talking about the trip for almost two weeks, we had to get up really early (4 am) to get to our flight. I take that back, Mommy and Daddy, who were planning to get up at 3:30, received a call from the airline at 3:15 saying that our flight was canceled and we were rebooked on another airline that had a flight leaving just a few minutes later than our first flight. I still got up at 4. Mommy and Daddy were pretty impressed that the airline had a sophisticated system that could not only identify the change, rebook us on a flight and get us to the same destination, contact us in enough time to do something about it and have the tickets prepared when we arrived at the airport a few hours later. The airline industry gets a lot of flack (not sure what this name means but I have heard it before and it seemed right) about cost and not being able to deliver, but Mommy and Daddy don’t think that’s very fair. This day was a perfect example.
Anyway, we left our house in a snow storm (literally) and arrived in Phoenix safely and on-time that day. I was an amazing girl on both flights (we flew through Dallas, Texas). Even though I don’t get to count Texas on my list of “states visited” because the rule is you have to go somewhere else besides the airport, I would say that I like the state based on what I saw in the airport. Of course, I made friends too. Daddy would try to tell you that I get my outgoing nature from him, and if you meet him socially, you might be lured into believing this. But those of you who know Mommy and Daddy know the truth. Back to me. I did not sleep except for 30 minutes, but did not have a meltdown. I got my own seat this time and Daddy and Mommy agreed that it would have worked any other way (me sitting on their laps, if you did not catch what the “other way” meant). I sat at the window, looked out at the clouds, talked about how I was in the sky, looked at the ground below, asked for every item that I could think of that Daddy had to get out of one of the bags that were not convenient to reach, watched a movie, took the headsets off and on and asked Mommy constantly to fix them because they were “bugging me” and talked to the people who sat in front and behind me.
A couple of weekends before, Mommy and I met Nana at the Walmart in Middletown to do some shopping and have lunch at the Subway. During this trip, where we spent over two hours in the Walmart, we bought a new suitcase just for me. It has butterflies on it and we got a special tag (it was the shape of a butterfly too) where we wrote my name. Nana got credit for buying the suitcase. Keep this in mind. If someone is with us when “we” purchase something for me, especially a grandparent, they get credit. Just ask me who bought my winter coat.
After we got the bag home, Mommy whipped out her spreadsheet list of all of the items we needed to bring on the trip and started staging the clothes and sundry items. I am all about packing and starting helping by bringing every item I could think of that should fit into my bag for the trip. I was (and still am) blissfully unaware that the list has a purpose and is to be followed closely. Luckily, I did not check the luggage closely after it was ready to go and was bringing items that I could think of in the moment so was not dismayed to find the limited items that I had packed make the final cut.
That Saturday morning, after talking about the trip for almost two weeks, we had to get up really early (4 am) to get to our flight. I take that back, Mommy and Daddy, who were planning to get up at 3:30, received a call from the airline at 3:15 saying that our flight was canceled and we were rebooked on another airline that had a flight leaving just a few minutes later than our first flight. I still got up at 4. Mommy and Daddy were pretty impressed that the airline had a sophisticated system that could not only identify the change, rebook us on a flight and get us to the same destination, contact us in enough time to do something about it and have the tickets prepared when we arrived at the airport a few hours later. The airline industry gets a lot of flack (not sure what this name means but I have heard it before and it seemed right) about cost and not being able to deliver, but Mommy and Daddy don’t think that’s very fair. This day was a perfect example.
Anyway, we left our house in a snow storm (literally) and arrived in Phoenix safely and on-time that day. I was an amazing girl on both flights (we flew through Dallas, Texas). Even though I don’t get to count Texas on my list of “states visited” because the rule is you have to go somewhere else besides the airport, I would say that I like the state based on what I saw in the airport. Of course, I made friends too. Daddy would try to tell you that I get my outgoing nature from him, and if you meet him socially, you might be lured into believing this. But those of you who know Mommy and Daddy know the truth. Back to me. I did not sleep except for 30 minutes, but did not have a meltdown. I got my own seat this time and Daddy and Mommy agreed that it would have worked any other way (me sitting on their laps, if you did not catch what the “other way” meant). I sat at the window, looked out at the clouds, talked about how I was in the sky, looked at the ground below, asked for every item that I could think of that Daddy had to get out of one of the bags that were not convenient to reach, watched a movie, took the headsets off and on and asked Mommy constantly to fix them because they were “bugging me” and talked to the people who sat in front and behind me.
February 14, 2010
The next big event was Valentine’s Day and the long weekend because we celebrate President’s Day and Mommy and Daddy don’t have to work on that day. It snowed and snowed and snowed that weekend, which meant that we made a snowman and played inside. On Valentine’s Day, we did go to see our friends Kelly, Guy, Julian and Zoe and I got to go this time. I just love Zoe and want to be just like her. I love going to her house where I get to play with her big girl toys and she is really nice and plays with me. They have two dogs and “Big Cat” who all let me pet them (unlike Bella).
February 9, 2010
The first weekend in February was Nana’s birthday weekend. Actually, her birthday was Monday, but I don’t usually see her on weekdays so this was close enough to me. Come to think of it, I don’t actually notice specific days and dates just yet anyway. Anyway, Nana came to our house for a special dinner for her birthday. My favorite part, as always, was when we sang and blew out the candles. I got to sit on her lap and help blow out the candles too. It was the “year of the ice cream sandwich” at our house, as for Mommy’s belated birthday celebration (since she did not feel good on the actual day) and for Nana’s celebration, we put a few candles in an ice cream sandwich. I am not a huge sweet girl (which makes Mommy wonder if I am actually her child), so the candles and the blowing out of the candles is a bigger deal to me than the sweet at the end. I bet Daddy would enjoy a mound of chips more than cake, so maybe this is a gene I picked up from him.
February 2, 2010
February was a blur, really. Mommy was in the middle of the planning season and working on a “game changing” plan for her brand. She had been working quite a bit since last July, but in February, she worked more than Daddy and I have ever seen her and more than she would care to admit. Daddy was in the middle of a transition of roles too, and while a little less demanding, he too was working quite a bit.
The last weekend in January, Mommy left for a work trip to Florida. She got to see Aunt Shell for a bit, then listened to people talk about fiber for two days. As much as Mommy loves what she does, I am not sure if she would be the headliner at the “bring your mom to school day” with some of the topics she brings home. Now, don’t get me wrong, she has enough enthusiasm for what she does that she could wow us with the energy and her excitement for her job. Don’t tell her that I told you this, I am still thinking about the response I will give her when she offers to come to such an event.
While Mommy was out of town, Daddy rose in my “top 5 people” ranking and we had a great time. I am a different girl when it’s just Daddy and me, I know how to work it. He has not figured this out yet, so don’t tell him, okay?
The last weekend in January, Mommy left for a work trip to Florida. She got to see Aunt Shell for a bit, then listened to people talk about fiber for two days. As much as Mommy loves what she does, I am not sure if she would be the headliner at the “bring your mom to school day” with some of the topics she brings home. Now, don’t get me wrong, she has enough enthusiasm for what she does that she could wow us with the energy and her excitement for her job. Don’t tell her that I told you this, I am still thinking about the response I will give her when she offers to come to such an event.
While Mommy was out of town, Daddy rose in my “top 5 people” ranking and we had a great time. I am a different girl when it’s just Daddy and me, I know how to work it. He has not figured this out yet, so don’t tell him, okay?
January 24, 2010
By the end of the week, Mommy was feeling a bit better and we were back to our normal schedule of seeing family and friends. On Friday night, I got to watch my friend Lauren play basketball. I am not well-versed just yet with the ‘basketball-watching along the sideline etiquette” and found myself on the court with Lauren a few times. Ryan was a fun diversion for me, which is why I did not spend the entire time on the court. Can you see Daddy’s face in this situation?
On Saturday, Nana came over to our house so Mommy and Daddy could go to dinner with our friends, Kelly, Guy, Julian and Zoe. Clearly they did not tell me where they were going because I adore Zoe and would have been quite disappointed to know that I was not included. On the other hand, Nana is in my “top 5 people” list so it would have been a tough call if I had a choice.
On Sunday the fun continued as we went to Dayton to meet Uncle David, Carmela, Uncle Robbie, Aunt Jeannie and Nana for brunch to celebrate Mommy and Aunt Jeannie’s birthday. My uncles are good for many things, and one of them is as the form of a jungle gym for me. It does not matter to me where we are, they are generally amenable to playing their role.
On Saturday, Nana came over to our house so Mommy and Daddy could go to dinner with our friends, Kelly, Guy, Julian and Zoe. Clearly they did not tell me where they were going because I adore Zoe and would have been quite disappointed to know that I was not included. On the other hand, Nana is in my “top 5 people” list so it would have been a tough call if I had a choice.
On Sunday the fun continued as we went to Dayton to meet Uncle David, Carmela, Uncle Robbie, Aunt Jeannie and Nana for brunch to celebrate Mommy and Aunt Jeannie’s birthday. My uncles are good for many things, and one of them is as the form of a jungle gym for me. It does not matter to me where we are, they are generally amenable to playing their role.
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