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The Weekly Peanut, Issue 76

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 76

You might notice that this week's Peanut is a bit skint in the photo/video category.  That's a story.  No, more like a saga.  I don't want to get into it too much, though, because rage-blogging is never a good idea.  *SIGH*

Dat Hair...

Dat Hair...

HITS

1- Memory D's capacity to retain information for longer periods of time has been impressively demonstrated over the past week.  "Reflection" from Mulan came on my ipod in the car with her (we haven't watched the movie in a few weeks), but D instantly raised her little fist and declared "MOOOLAHHHHHHN!"  Other than Frozen songs, D has shown no capacity in the past for remembering specific tracks for more than a few hours.  D is also showing that she is able to find things that I've taken from her days before.  For example, she has a Tinkerbell book that makes sounds, and she wouldn't stop playing with it when she was supposed to be sleeping.  So I took the book away and put it in the bedroom next to hers.  The next morning, immediately following getting her changed, she barged into the neighboring bedroom and snatched the book back.  Yikes.  This could also be put in the "Misses" category, honestly.

2- Charming Strangers Due to unforeseen circumstances, we took a detour to the walk-in hours Friday morning at our pediatrician's office. D was on her best behavior, even managing to charm the not-favorite Dr Novick (you don't get to pick your doc when you come in for walk-in hours). Mr Grumpy-doc remarked several times on how well-behaved she was and how patient during the exam. He tried to lecture me when I let D have a fruit pouch, but when I pointed out it was actual fruit and not fruit juice he shut up.  D was also at her charming best at her friend Audrey's house Saturday, meeting Mike and Jen and giving them hugs before the night was over. 

3- Playing with Friends Speaking of Audrey, she and D managed to entertain each other pretty well Saturday night (a night I might have otherwise enjoyed were it not for Miss #1).  I will mark that night as the least involved I've ever had to be with looking after my kid in a space other than my own home.  Pretty great.  

4- Pink Bows  Only pink bows.  No other bows will be accepted. 

5- Not Being a Jerk in Public Due to Miss #1, we spent a VERY LONG TIME at Best Buy and the T-Mobile store, all during D's normal nap window, and although she was rather high energy, she was not destructive nor obnoxious.  All the T-Mobile employees kept remarking how adorable she was (and I kept growling at them not to jinx it) while she trotted around the room in circles, trying to entice every person in the store to play with her (i.e. chase her around the room). When I would try to get her to calm down, she would look me write in the eye and give me a big sloppy kiss or hug then go on about her merry toddler business.  Too. Cute. 

Books in Bed

Books in Bed

6- Reading.  No, my kid cannot "read" yet, but she insists on taking books into bed with her to read herself to sleep every night. Mommy's little girl, indeed. 

MISSES

1- Swimming with Iphones My dearest, beloved Iphone 4s, the phone that taught me what it was to build a human-phone relationship built on mutual love, trust, and respect, took an unfortunate dip into a friend's pool Saturday night.  It did not recover.  Although I back up my phone every week, all photos for TWP from my last import were lost (or up on instagram, and instagram will not let you download copies of your own photos, nope nope nope, I had to open them on my laptop then use SCREEN GRAB to get the super low quality images you see here). D was not at fault for any of this (I wish I could say I was diving into the pool to save my kid that had fallen in, but it was nothing so noble or graceful), but it led to D having to be a total no-nap rock star Sunday afternoon as I tried to get my phone replaced. 

Dat Pose!

Dat Pose!

2- Pink Eye D came home Thursday night with gooey eyes.  Took her to the Ped Friday morning, yup, Pink Eye. Although, considering what we went through with clogged tear ducts and that I was terrified it would be THAT again and another surgery would be needed, I wasn't too upset about it.  D has been reasonably good about getting the drops put in, and as of this publishing (knock on wood) the Pink Eye is gone and we have somehow MIRACULOUSLY not passed it to any other members of the household.  PHEW. 

"The Thinker" at the Pediatrician's office

"The Thinker" at the Pediatrician's office

3- Sunday Night Bedtime with Mommy Maybe it was the late half-nap.  Maybe it was the overstimulation of the day of shopping. Maybe it was the lack of Daddy. I may never know the reason, but Sunday night bedtime marked the most epic series of meltdowns that I have seen in MONTHS.  I could do NOTHING right for this kid.  Example conversation:
Me: D would you like to go peepee on the potty before bathtime?
D [screaming, always screaming]: NOOOO! NO PEEPOTTY!!!!
Me: Ok, fine, into the bath you go [I put her in the bath]
D: NOOOOO! NOOOOOO! PEEEPOTTYYYYYY!
Me: Really, kid?!

The bath continued with no end in sight to the drama.  She got to the hysterical hiccup stage, and I asked, "D, do you even know why you're crying any more?" D: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO. *SIGH*

She proceeded to scream through towel off.  Then she screamed when I suggested we go put on pajamas. She refused to leave the bathroom without putting on her bathrobe. Then she screamed, because she couldn't get her hands in the pockets without me helping. Then she screamed, because I had to lift the robe open to put on the diaper. Then she screamed, because I put on the diaper. And on and on and on... 

Of course the next morning I was greeted with big smiles, like it never happened.  

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 77

The Weekly Peanut, Issue 77

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