Feb 25, 2016 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
Next month I’ll be two years old. I wanted to take this opportunity to write my final essay as a one year old. I have high hopes that I will be even more prolific in the year to come.
7:19- I was up late last night but I didn’t sleep in. Mom was hoping I would but I didn’t.
7:28- “Mama? Mama? You comin’, Mama?” Finally she removes me from my crib. I tell her about spilling my water last night and Daddy changing my sheets. I dump out my bows all over the floor.
8:02- I eat Cheerios and milk. It’s the breakfast of champions and toddlers everywhere.
8:19- I spill the milk from my bowl. It might have been an accident or it might have been intentional. The verdict is still out.
8:32- I ask to color. I make a sticker picture and a draw bunch of stripes. I ask Mom to draw a giraffe and pajamas.
8:59- I tell Mom I need the potty. Normally I go in my diaper then announce I need to be changed but I like to switch it up every now and then. I got two chocolate chips as a reward.
9:10- I’m done with coloring. I move to emptying the diaper basket and saying “Happy Thanksgiving!” and “Happy birthday!”
9:39- I lose interest in the diapers and ask for a snack. I don’t get one. Mama reads me stories and I act like I have no idea how the story goes. I get tired of stories and make a pizza out of a plastic cover.
10:00- We go upstairs to get dressed for the day. I try on Mom’s pajama shirt. I get dressed then lay in my bed with Mr. Lion for a few minutes.
10:40- Outta my crib and in the kitchen making muffins! I eat half the blueberries to reward myself for all my hard work.
10:50 to 11:38- Generally very bored with my life. I don’t want to play with my toys or the napkins I took from the cupboard. Mom says she’s “doing work” on the computer. Looks like she’s watching a movie to me.
11:50- Lunch time! Finally! I watch kids sing songs about Jesus while I eat.
12:30- The landlord’s father comes over to look at the leak in the garage roof. I’m excited to see him so I do my normal thing which is stare and not say anything.
1:00- After he leaves Mom reads to me and I pretend to take a nap on the coffee table. Mama pretends to nap on the couch. She took the pretending too far because I was halfway of the stairs before she opened her eyes and noticed.
1:30- Nap time. When we pray before I go in my crib, Mom requests that I’ll nap until 4:30. LOL.
3:15- I’M AWAKE, MAMA! MAMA??!! I have to wait years for her to come get me.
3:28- She comes up but instead of getting me out she climbs in the crib with me. We talk about Mr. Lion and how he needs mittens.
3:40- Snack time! I eat three baby oranges while watching part of Frozen.
4:30- I want another snack. I get a box of raisins.
4:35 to 5:30. I’m officially a resident of Bored City, USA. Mom comes to play and we bounce on my inflatable horse. We play with Baby Belle and sing songs. I keep asking for Daddy.
6:00- Daddy comes home and instead of going to him I immediately start crying. Mom rolled her eyes. She thought I didn’t see but I did. Dad entertains me by showing my videos of penguins and ducks.
6:20- FINALLY it’s time to eat. I’ve been waiting for this moment for hours.
7:00- Mom says she has more “work” to do so she abandons me. I hang out with Dad for a while.
7:30- Time for my jammies and bedtime story. I get my eye drops and don’t even cry. Mom covers me up with a red blanket. It’s like she doesn’t even know me. I need my green blanket from Memere!
8:11- I’m crying this under cover of darkness in my crib. I think I’ll ask for another snack.
Dec 23, 2015 | Sesame, Uncategorized, What's going on |
This morning I went downtown to pick up a gift card. I had never been in that part of the city before and I turned around no less than four times in an attempt to park on the street in front of the correct building. When I finally got a spot I was proud of myself for a stellar parallel parking job. (They make such a big deal of parallel parking in drivers ed you’d think it’s a daily activity.) Then I noticed I was in a handicap spot. A good citizen would have moved. Apparently my good citizen days are behind me. I backed up just enough to give myself wiggle room (literally and figuratively) in case I was ticketed for my infraction and needed to defend myself.
This afternoon I finally decorated the dining room for Christmas. I should have done it four weeks ago but I’ve been too busy pining table decor ideas. I almost had a panic attack/OCD meltdown when I was wrapping lights around greenery and the green of the light wires didn’t match the greenery. I stopped short of spray painting the wires to make them match.
Tonight I knocked over a cheese display at the grocery store.
One of my favorite things about this town is the gas station chain where I can vacuum my car for free. The vacuums at the gas station I normally go to were closed so I went to the one up the road. I tried driving around the building thinking the vacuums were in the back but they weren’t. I pulled into a parking spot to back up and leave but I couldn’t because I would have been headed straight into three one-way lanes all going the opposite of the direction I needed to go. I didn’t know what to do so I sat in the car and ate the entire box of crackers I had just bought at the grocery store. Had I been there much longer I would have cracked open the lunch meat and cheese I got. After twenty minutes I decided to make a break for it. I waited until no cars were coming then backed outta there like the speed demon/rule breaker that I never am.
Next door to the aforementioned downtown store is a pasta and cupcake store. We went in for a quick look around and Annabelle was infatuated with the cupcakes in the display. She couldn’t get over them. She especially like the chocolate one with mint green frosting. Unlike some people in this house, I don’t buy her everything she likes and wants. She’s only just starting to understand that items at the store can be bought and I make a big deal out of only looking and not bringing everything home.
However.
When she folded her hands under her chin, swayed back and forth in her little gold and white skirt and said, “You gonna buy a cupcake, Mama?” I caved.
Her cute face deserves all the cupcakes.
Dec 17, 2015 | Holidays, Sesame, Uncategorized |
The week Annabelle was born, a girl from church came over to visit. She followed me into the bedroom to change the baby’s diaper and asked me what my favorite part was of having a girl. I didn’t answer that it was the chance to bring up Prince George’s future wife or, a church answer at its best, the opportunity to raise a girl for the Lord. I said it was dressing her up.
That was my answer and I’ve stuck to it.
And so I present my second annual Parade of Christmas Clothes.
She’s smiling because I said either a) we were going to the pet store b) we were going to story time or c) I’d give her a snack if she stood still and smiled. I’m going with C.
She wore her darling smocked stocking dress to see Santa.
It’s the same exact dress and bow she wore on her first Christmas. She was so tiny, toothless and bald! I still can’t get over how cute she was.
Christmas jammies for the win! I want them in my size.
I told her the ornaments on her romper are called baubles. Besides it being adorable to hear her say, it sounds more British. I hear Prince George calls them baubles and you know what they say- as do the royals, so do S and AB.
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| Of course it’s smocked. Would you expect anything less? |
Nov 13, 2015 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
My mom was sent a book in the mail and I took it upon myself to test it out.
The front says it’s called Daddy Flies but I call it Daddy Sooooaaaas (Soars). Yesterday we read it three times in a row. The dad goes to work just like my dad does! What a coincidence.
My favorite picture is the one of the little boy playing with the toilet paper. I can relate on a very deep level.
I spend a lot of time looking at the picture of the author’s family on the back of the book. It boggles my mind that the book is about a little girl AND THERE’S A LITTLE GIRL ON THE BACK. Was that planned?
I read somewhere in the range of 57 books a day so I know what I’m talking about when I say this is a good book. The pictures are, in the words of the one who birthed me, delightful. My only complaint is the little boy doesn’t have a name. I gave him one that sounds something like Ruuufinins. I think it’s perfect.
Gotta go unroll some toilet paper.
Nov 3, 2015 | Holidays, Sesame |
Last Halloween I really hit it out of the park. I peaked on my first year.
This year I went back and forth about dressing her up since I don’t even like Halloween, but I’m a sucker for a baby in a costume. She was going to be a basket of flowers but I lacked both motivation and time to pull it together. She’s so into Winnie the Pooh right now and we already had the tutu from her birthday so I slapped on some tights intended for a seven year old and called her a honey bee. She was obviously very enthusiastic.
I love the way she’s holding her hands. She can be so proper at times. Other times she gets ketchup behind her ears.
We have a clump of trees behind our house that we call the Hundred Acre Wood (Pooh’s home). Almost every day we go out into the woods and look for Tigger, Piglet and the others. I brought her Pooh Bear out and she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. She really believed that Pooh somehow made it from the tv to her backyard.
Just a girl carrying her bear through the woods.
(Let us have a moment of jubilation over that fact that she has enough hair to clip a bow into.)
Oct 23, 2015 | Sesame, Uncategorized |
This morning I woke up with a splitting headache. My young boss was understanding and said I could take the day off. She sat quietly in the rocking chair all day, eating healthy snacks and reading educational books. I slept all day and it was glorious.
I WISH.
In reality I dragged myself out of bed, fed the boss breakfast and went to the lab to have blood work done. Try not to be jealous that I spent part of my morning being jabbed by a pediatric needle because the regular adult needles are too big for my minuscule veins. I let Annabelle bring in her Minnie Mouse stuffed animal which worked out much better than the original toy she wanted to bring- her musical, light up, ride on Minnie Mouse car. She (AB, not MM) behaved well until it was time to walk down to the bathroom for a urine sample. I gave her strict instructions to stand by the door and try not to touch anything. Of course she decided she didn’t want to hold Minnie anymore and since there was nowhere to put the stuffed animal, I had to hold her under my chin while I went about my business. It was very graceful. By the time I was washing my hands AB said she wanted Minnie back. I must have misunderstood her because before I say anything, Minnie was going for a bath in the toilet. I guess I should be thankful Mr. Lion didn’t get a bath.
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Miss Toy Dunker tells me almost every day that she has a “new bedroom, Mama! It pink, Mama!” I wanted to paint it a very light pink but Christopher lost the paint chip on the way to the store and he bought a much brighter pink. I love it. It looks so pretty with the built-in white shelves.
I was going to redo her room in a bird/Mary Poppins theme but I put that off for a little longer. She’s still so little I kind of like her still having the same elephant pictures she had in her first bedroom.
Naturally we have a special place to display her necklaces from Prince George.
She likes to call her closet a dollhouse for reason I don’t understand. I hung up the green dress she wore home from the hospital on one of the decorative wall hooks. Every single time I see it I think about how a newborn dress was too big for little tiny baby Annabelle.
The only new thing I got for her room was the bow hanger. The director at story time asked if she has a bow to match every outfit. Pretty much and proud of it!
I painted this bench for her over the summer. I spent many weeks of my life carefully painting blades of grass with a toothpick.
I love how it turned out and hope it lasts forever. Thank goodness it’s too big to dunk in a toilet.
