The Weekly Peanut, Issue 38
Thursday was Halloween and the peanut had a very busy day! She kicked it off with day care. Our school has a great policy for Halloween: a pajama party so the kids don't feel pressure to wear their costumes and destroy/dirty them before going trick or treating. Clever! I, of course, always take this as a challenge to make sure my kid has HALLOWEEN pajamas, like so...
Could the hair FINALLY be coming in? Yes methinkso! We also did a little peacock fairy in the garden photo shoot at home, which was just as well since she was pretty turdy once we went out to attempt actual halloween festivities. Our friend Jackie graciously welcomed us to Halloween Mecca (AKA our old neighborhood, College Park). Daphne LOVED the bounce house, despite nearly getting trampled repeatedly by bigger kids. She even trick or treated at Mayor Buddy Dyer's house! We made it around the block but that was pretty much the extent of her good will for the evening. Did I mention she scarfed an entire piece and a half of pepperoni pizza AND a frosted cookie? Yeesh, kid.
Saturday ended up being a daddy-daughter trip to Tampa so I could take care of some stuff around the house. For Grandma Ann's birthday, Daphne visited a horse rescue! You've seen how Daphne feels about doggies, you can only imagine the fervor inspired by GIANT RIDEABLE ONES! On a side note, this week we have had confirmed for us: this kid loves to be dirty. At the Halloween party, she'd find piles of dirt to throw around (mostly on herself), digging her hands into it, making dirt art. This continued at the horse farm. Ian was kind enough to provide me with plenty of video of their adventures to share with everyone.
Have I mentioned this kid is TALKING? Almost constantly? In addition to uh-oh, doggy, shoe, and up, she has now confirmed for us *sigh* Dada. No mama. Nope. None. More than anything, she has these strange and complicated bouts of babbling with no real words but so much inflection and hand gestures. Wish I knew what she was saying.
Sunday was a fun family day. We started out with a very tasty brunch at Briarpatch. Then we let Daphne drive home, since she's so grown up and all...
We took Daphne to explore one of our favorite spots: Lukas Nursery in Oviedo. As anticipated, the presence of dirt thrilled Daphne to no end. We also had an interesting first situation: the first time a total stranger picked up Daphne. Daphne had marched up to this sweet little old lady who had to be in her 80s, spoke broken english. The woman started cooing at Daphne then proceeded to bend over and (the only word I can use to describe the movement would be "rickety") picked Daphne up! My child may be petite, but she's still a sack of potatoes! I kept seeing this woman's arms disintegrate and Daphne go tumbling to the ground. I tried to keep a friendly smile on my face while I hovered within catching distance, wondering WHEN THIS STRANGE WOMAN would put down my child. Then the woman started asking me about trees and where they could be found. Daphne looked totally bewildered the whole time, kept giving the lady her patented "and who are you??" face. Eventually she set her down and shuffled off, but SERIOUSLY who picks up a kid you don't know? Especially without asking? I don't even touch stranger's kids! Here's some video right before the little old lady, you can hear Daphne babbling...
Daphne also got to try her very first egg nog Sunday night! I think she liked it ;)
Monday the peanut turned 16 months! Where does the time go? I didn't even realize it until Tuesday (d'oh) . Tuesday night we decided to brave the unpredictable evening behavior to go try out Oblivion Taproom's new menu. Daphne was... a jerk. Manageable jerk, but still pretty obnoxious. I had tons of food and crayons and paper but she whined through everything, threw food and cheerios, and just generally wasn't super pleasant. I hope I can blame it on the time change (it takes kids a lot longer to adjust than adults). Then we got home and the jerkery not only continued but ESCALATED. After bath time, I placed Daphne on her changing pad to put her PJs on while she had her last bottle, just like always, cue the MELTDOWN OF EPIC PROPORTIONS. Rolling, kicking, screaming, slamming her head against the wall. I finally had to walk away from her and just let her have her cow. 12 minutes later (including a few false stops) my hiccuping child finally let me put her PJs on and take her to bed.
Wednesday morning I was greeted by happy Daphne, like it never happened. Kids have the long term memory of dogs, I swear. While I was loading her bag into the car, she stopped and grabbed something to bring to me. Peace offering? Cute, kid, but I'd prefer less drama, ok?