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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 20

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 20

It's been a busy week for the peanut and I.  Ian had to go on a work trip to Colorado Thurs-Sat so we got to fly solo together for our longest stretch yet.  I'm pretty proud of myself for juggling work, daycare, baby, and everything else without losing my mind. I proved to myself that I could do it on my own when necessary, but it sure is great having a partner to share the burden. 

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Daphne had a follow up visit with the eye doctor early Friday morning.  The doc seemed happy with her progress and said our next follow-up didn't need to be scheduled for 6 months! He said if it get worse in the mean time to bring her back, but he has every hope she won't need any more procedures to keep her eyes clear in the future.  Fingers crossed! 

Friday afternoon/early was going to be interesting.  I had to be at work during the window that I would normally be picking Daphne up from day care.  So... I decided to test us.  This kid has grown up so much in the past few weeks, I have been feeling daring when it comes to trying things with her that would normally have petrified me, sure it would trigger a meltdown.  So I grabbed her a bit early and... took her to work with me.  Little miss independent is really keen on doing things on her own right now, and I'm trying to be supportive of that.  When we got to Full Sail, I pulled her out of the car seat, then set her down on the pavement and... let her walk.  She held my hand (which, still, makes my heart go pitter pat every time) and toddled her way alllll the way from the parking lot, into the building, and to the classroom.  She really is a spectacle, as I've mentioned in the past, since she's such a young walker and so tiny, people can't help but stare at her.  Plus, come on, she's pretty gosh darned cute.  She talks to herself CONSTANTLY.  And anyone else who will listen.  BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAHHHHHH bffffffffttttt.  Did I mention she blows raspberries all the time now? So, yes, she came to work with me and met tons of coworkers and students.  She was such a champ! Sure, she hid behind my leg some, but she also ventured out and looked at people, and even grabbed on to a coworker's leg by mistake at one point and got very confused.  We left a little early since she was a bit tired/cranky but overall I'd call that experiment a rousing success.   

FaceTime with Daddy

FaceTime with Daddy

We did some FaceTime with Daddy, since he has an IPhone for work.  Unanticipated challenge? Daphne kept trying to grab the phone, and when she did, she'd hit buttons, often ending the call.  Oh well, it was still fun and a nice way to stay in touch. 

Ian wasn't getting back until the afternoon on Saturday so I decided to challenge myself again and take Daphne out for a mother/daughter day.  First we went to Target.  I started questioning my decision when, on the way, Daphne tossed her paci out of her reach in the backseat them proceeded to SCREAM for it all the way to Target.  Ugh. Once we got there, she had lots of fun.  What is it about Target? Maybe their carts are extra comfy and ergonomic?

Ladies who Brunch

Ladies who Brunch

Then I really decided to push it: take Daphne out to eat solo.  Let me tell you, taking a kid to a restaurant is no mean feat: it really usually takes 2 people to keep this kid busy, one distracts while the other eats, etc.  So I knew I was probably taking my life/sanity into my hands by taking Daphne to the Cask & Larder for a late brunch, but I figured we could hide in the bar area, and if she was a complete shit, everybody there knows us anyway and I could chalk it up to demon possession or something along those lines.  So we grabbed a table and I plonked D into her high chair.  She immediately started the sippy cup throwing game (uggghhh), which meant lots of up and down for mommy.  I kept her happy with NumNum crackers and a squeeze pouch of fruit (seriously, having her able to feed those to herself is just fantastic).  The food finally came and I was so nervous.  I'd forgotten all of her plate ware, the last time we were there she kept trying to smash the very nice china and grab at everything.  So I sanitized the table, then gingerly placed little chunks of my food in front of the kid as I scarfed mine down.  We made it! No shittyness ensued! I paid the bill, grabbed the kid, and headed home (not going to tempt my luck any more, no thank you).  

Ian was eager to return to our normal Sunday routine.  After getting a later start than normal, we decided to get lunch instead at Hawkers.  Hawkers really is great with kids, I have to say.  The way the food is brought out  as it's ready means less waiting.  Daphne loves variety, too, so the tapas method is complimentary there as well.  Daphne LOVES five spice tofu, bulgogi beef, and sesame noodles.  

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Those of you who've been near my house recently know we've had a serious battle going on with our wireless router.  Seriously, it's a complete POS.  So we finally caved and bought a high-end one.  Trip to Best Buy.  I sent Ian off to find the router and grabbed Daphne's hand to take her on my usually Blu-ray sale hunt.  Well, D was having none of that! She squealed and yanked her hand out of mine (really, kid? I thought I'd at least have until you were 6 or 7 until holding my hand in public was uncool.)  So I decided to just follow her around the store.  A. MA. ZING.  I can't remember the last time I laughed like that.  First she wandered around the play station games, always trying to grab the biggest box she could within reach (then, when she dropped it, I'd grab it and run it back to wherever it was supposed to be).  Eventually we made it up to the blu-rays and Daphne was just having the best time.  Daphne LOVES Blu-ray cases at home, so I guess I shouldn't have been surprised.  She grabbed them by the armful and started carting them from aisle to aisle.  Finally, the Big Screen TVs drew her attention and she started waddling over that way with 2 copies of Mr Poppers Penguins, Secret of Nimh, and Wreck-It-Ralph (her choices, I swear, I had nothing to do with that).  She wandered down a new aisle and stopped.  Her eyes got huge.  All her DVDs plopped to the ground and she started doing what I call her Monkey Pant (it's this weird breathing she does when she's excited, sort of "Hunh hunh hunh hunh"), spread her arms wide and tried to lunge at the display.  I really should have known: it was the display of Universal Remotes.  This kid has a serious problem.  So I let her grab her favorite (the box was BIGGER THAN HER) and hug it to herself and she strolled down the aisle while I grabbed the forgotten DVDs to return to their place.  I probably could have followed that kid around Best Buy all day. 

Daphne is a real bruiser at day care, I swear.  She's been sent home with three accident reports this week alone! She's got a lump on her forehead, a scratch on her temple, and split lip.  I keep telling her that Gravity is undefeated and to let it go, but she's bound and determined to look like she's been in a prize fight for her birthday pictures.  Ah well.   

Daphne has developed a new thing that is seriously my favorite new thing ever. I've been waiting for it forEVER it seems like: hugging.  Oh man.  Best. Hands down.  It isn't every time, but if she's in the mood and I open my arms and beckon her over, she's toddle over Monkey-panting and then lunch at my neck.  sometimes she'll grab my hair and pull my head down toward her so she can gum my cheek.  I can't even stand it.  Too much, kid.  Tone it down before my heart explodes out of my chest.   

A lump here, a scratch there...

A lump here, a scratch there...

I can not believe my little peanut it turning 1.  What. A. Year.  Look for a special bonus Birthday Peanut as soon as I can get it written (ideally, on her birthday).   

Happy Birthday, Peanut!

Happy Birthday, Peanut!

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 19

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 19