Last week I burned my shoulder. It was annoying. It itched terribly and I spent lots of time putting lotion on top of lotion and cortisone cream on it in the hopes it wouldn't peel too much.
I was surprised at how much it burned though. It was really red all over. Did I keep my body angled in such a way at the pool the afternoon before so that the one shoulder got burned while the other came away only slightly red and not itchy at all?
Two days later, I was still scratching that shoulder and I felt a bump, right in the center of the whole itchy area. Oh! I had gotten bitten by something and it was redness/itchiness from that, not a single-point sunburn.
I don't know what bit or stung me (it never stung) but it's calmed down now. I think the shoulder is going to be fine and I'm glad I didn't get burned.
The Big Boy Update: He was asleep when I went up to get them for breakfast this morning. He rolled over and then rolled back and said, "would you help me get my eyes open?"
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter has been getting better and better at toileting. She's been making it to the potty a good bit of the time and it's been a good while (over a month I think) since there has been soiled underpants. She will realize she has to go, suddenly stand up and say, "poopy!" We then say, "run, go fast!" and help her to get to the potty on time. I've noticed she has an interesting tell sometimes. She'll sit on the floor and wiggle her bottom back and forth. Right after that she's stands up and exclaims she's got to go potty. We still have to work on wet underpants though, as they still seem to happen. Those are much easier to deal with though, as she is responsible for taking them off, putting them in the laundry basket, selecting new underpants and getting her pants back on. (She's getting very good at that process as well.)
Fitness Update: We did two muscle groups today at the gym. It was the muscles you need in your arms to hold the steering wheel. The other muscles were the ones you use to press the gas and brake pedals. I'm glad I wasn't the one who drove to the gym this morning.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Sunday, July 6, 2014
The Twenty-one Thousand Dollar Dinner
There is a Chinese restaurant I drive by somewhat regularly. It opened shortly before I was in college, just across the main campus entrance. We ordered it. We picked it up. It was delicious. We ordered it more. We ate lots more. It remained delicious. It was a staple in our family cuisine for several years.
Segue to one of my family friends, my college president. My mother worked for him and he also had found that the Chinese restaurant across from the college was quite tasty. He also ordered it frequently.
One week he went on a business trip. He got somewhere and needed to do something like rent a car or put a credit card down for a hotel room and found his card declined. He called the credit card company and about that time, got a call from that very delicious Chinese restaurant. They had accidentally charged him $21,000 for his meal instead of $21. They were exceptionally apologetic, and they were trying to reverse the charge they discovered from the day before.
This was back before all-electronic charge points. This was way before credit fraud monitoring we have now. I suspect the charge would have been denied today, but twenty-some years ago it was an interesting day for that restaurant and my college president.
The Big Boy Update: He was driving around a little plastic car this morning and told his sister, "I need to get gas." With the recent purchase of our electric car, I'm wondering if this is the last generation that will know and use that phrase regularly.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: We went to the pool this morning. Before we went, my daughter wanted to dress herself. She put on...wait for it...seven pair of underpants, her bathing suit and then a swim diaper on top of it all.
Segue to one of my family friends, my college president. My mother worked for him and he also had found that the Chinese restaurant across from the college was quite tasty. He also ordered it frequently.
One week he went on a business trip. He got somewhere and needed to do something like rent a car or put a credit card down for a hotel room and found his card declined. He called the credit card company and about that time, got a call from that very delicious Chinese restaurant. They had accidentally charged him $21,000 for his meal instead of $21. They were exceptionally apologetic, and they were trying to reverse the charge they discovered from the day before.
This was back before all-electronic charge points. This was way before credit fraud monitoring we have now. I suspect the charge would have been denied today, but twenty-some years ago it was an interesting day for that restaurant and my college president.
The Big Boy Update: He was driving around a little plastic car this morning and told his sister, "I need to get gas." With the recent purchase of our electric car, I'm wondering if this is the last generation that will know and use that phrase regularly.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: We went to the pool this morning. Before we went, my daughter wanted to dress herself. She put on...wait for it...seven pair of underpants, her bathing suit and then a swim diaper on top of it all.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
This, That and Something-or-Other
My list of, "stuff to write about in the blog" has gotten out of hand again. This seems to keep happening to me. Initially, I was worried I wouldn't have enough to write about, but as time goes on it is clear that I now like to write just as much as I like to talk. (And I like to talk a lot.)
The Big Boy Update(s):
Lifting up his sister: He's been wanting to lift people up lately. He lifted Whitaker, his eighteen-month-old neighbor in an attempt to put him in a swing. That didn't go so well and there was an upset parent and some crying. Now, he wants to pick up his sister and she's relatively agreeable to the whole thing. He totes her around for a few steps and then talks about how strong he is.
Pool cling-on: He is swimming a good bit now, but what he most wants to do is launch off the stairs and swim to you, and then hold on to you. He likes to tell you what you should do next to cater to his every pool need (be a shark, go over there, dive to the bottom, etc.). I've had to get farther and farther away from him unless I want to drive him around in the water.
She's singing at me: My daughter likes to sing. She's figured out a great way to bother her brother. He bothers her in many, many ways, but this one is I think the best of all the aggravators sibling behaviors yet. She sings to him and says his name. He tells her, "No! Don't sing to me!!" She not only doesn't stop, she sings louder and repeats his name more times. She loves it. He hates it.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles:
The Boo Boo Cataloger: She likes to check her body for boo boos. She likes to tell you if there is a new one and how many there are overall. She likes to tell you if you have a boo boo and poke the boo boo spot just to make sure you know which spot she's talking about.
The Hi Yo song: My daughter has a song she made up (we think). She sings, "Hi yo, Greyson. Hi yo, Reese. Hi yo, mommy. Hi yo, <insert name here>" She is always happy when she sings this song. We join in with her now. She also uses this song to aggravate her brother by singing his name multiple times if he balks the first time.
My foot is stuck!: She can put her foot into the cup holder in her car seat. She can do this because she's very limber as well as small. But once she gets her foot in, she can't get it out. The first time or two I was worried by her cries of alarm. Now, I just tell her to figure it out or wait until we're home because I unstuck it at the last stop light.
They're both the same!: She has been noticing things that are the same lately. This morning she found two lime juice bottles and was very excited that the one in the refrigerator was the same as the unopened one in the pantry. She then found two empty jars and brought them out to show me they were both empty and the same.
Can I smell it?: My children watched a Sesame Street episode yesterday in which there were two substances and you had to use different senses to tell them apart. They had to use their sense of taste to determine which was salt and which was sugar. They had to use their sense of smell to determine which was water and which was vinegar. Since that show, my daughter has been wanting to smell everything.
See you at dessert: We met my husband for dinner tonight. We told the children when we got home we'd have dessert and that daddy would meet us there because he drove in a separate car. As we prepared to depart, my daughter said to my husband, "see you at dessert, daddy."
Boogums: On that same ride home, my daughter told me she had, "boogums". I told her I could give her a tissue if she needed one. She said she was okay and then she she suddenly said, "Oh! Mickey doesn't have boogums," referring to the Mickey Mouse stuffed animal she had in her lap.
Fitness (or rather Healthness) Update: My neck has been bothering me on and off. I have a spine with low tolerances because of the fusion and other degenerative issues I have. As a result, when something becomes a problem, it may take weeks or even months to get everything back on an even keel. Lately, it's been my neck. It's bothering me so much some nights that I wake up and get an ice pack. Mornings recently I've had to use my hand to lift my head off the pillow because the muscles are so tense. It's annoying.
The Big Boy Update(s):
Lifting up his sister: He's been wanting to lift people up lately. He lifted Whitaker, his eighteen-month-old neighbor in an attempt to put him in a swing. That didn't go so well and there was an upset parent and some crying. Now, he wants to pick up his sister and she's relatively agreeable to the whole thing. He totes her around for a few steps and then talks about how strong he is.
Pool cling-on: He is swimming a good bit now, but what he most wants to do is launch off the stairs and swim to you, and then hold on to you. He likes to tell you what you should do next to cater to his every pool need (be a shark, go over there, dive to the bottom, etc.). I've had to get farther and farther away from him unless I want to drive him around in the water.
She's singing at me: My daughter likes to sing. She's figured out a great way to bother her brother. He bothers her in many, many ways, but this one is I think the best of all the aggravators sibling behaviors yet. She sings to him and says his name. He tells her, "No! Don't sing to me!!" She not only doesn't stop, she sings louder and repeats his name more times. She loves it. He hates it.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles:
The Boo Boo Cataloger: She likes to check her body for boo boos. She likes to tell you if there is a new one and how many there are overall. She likes to tell you if you have a boo boo and poke the boo boo spot just to make sure you know which spot she's talking about.
The Hi Yo song: My daughter has a song she made up (we think). She sings, "Hi yo, Greyson. Hi yo, Reese. Hi yo, mommy. Hi yo, <insert name here>" She is always happy when she sings this song. We join in with her now. She also uses this song to aggravate her brother by singing his name multiple times if he balks the first time.
My foot is stuck!: She can put her foot into the cup holder in her car seat. She can do this because she's very limber as well as small. But once she gets her foot in, she can't get it out. The first time or two I was worried by her cries of alarm. Now, I just tell her to figure it out or wait until we're home because I unstuck it at the last stop light.
They're both the same!: She has been noticing things that are the same lately. This morning she found two lime juice bottles and was very excited that the one in the refrigerator was the same as the unopened one in the pantry. She then found two empty jars and brought them out to show me they were both empty and the same.
Can I smell it?: My children watched a Sesame Street episode yesterday in which there were two substances and you had to use different senses to tell them apart. They had to use their sense of taste to determine which was salt and which was sugar. They had to use their sense of smell to determine which was water and which was vinegar. Since that show, my daughter has been wanting to smell everything.
See you at dessert: We met my husband for dinner tonight. We told the children when we got home we'd have dessert and that daddy would meet us there because he drove in a separate car. As we prepared to depart, my daughter said to my husband, "see you at dessert, daddy."
Boogums: On that same ride home, my daughter told me she had, "boogums". I told her I could give her a tissue if she needed one. She said she was okay and then she she suddenly said, "Oh! Mickey doesn't have boogums," referring to the Mickey Mouse stuffed animal she had in her lap.
Fitness (or rather Healthness) Update: My neck has been bothering me on and off. I have a spine with low tolerances because of the fusion and other degenerative issues I have. As a result, when something becomes a problem, it may take weeks or even months to get everything back on an even keel. Lately, it's been my neck. It's bothering me so much some nights that I wake up and get an ice pack. Mornings recently I've had to use my hand to lift my head off the pillow because the muscles are so tense. It's annoying.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Independence
Today we celebrate our nation's independence but I'm going to celebrate my children's independence. Children love to mimic what you do as an adult. They fiercely want to do their own thing, even if they have no chance to successfully complete the task for which they're striving so diligently. As my daughter's teacher would say, "if your toddler is struggling, you should be very proud". A child doesn't get upset if they don't immediately succeed. For instance, they will try and try and try again to master stairs and eventually, they're running up and down them. Children have excess amounts of perseverance.
We try to encourage independence whenever we can. Sometimes this can be frustrating, because it will take me less than two minutes to get my child's night night outfit off; underpants, clothes and shoes on and the dirty clothes in the hamper. Letting the child do the same thing involves standing around and giving advice, waiting for them to select a pair of underpants (which may take some time), helping them get the shirt on frontwards (if they don't insist it should be backwards) and then directing them to pick out shoes and put them on their feet (which will almost always be backwards).
But it's paying off. My son, at three-and-a-half, comes downstairs some mornings now fully dressed. He did so this morning and then came to wake us up. He selected an outfit, took off his nighttime clothes and put them in the hamper and then put his nighttime diaper in the trash. Of late, he's been interested in wearing sweat pants, which he says he wants to wear outside in the ninety-degree weather.
My daughter, at two-and-a-half, is at times more independent than her brother and can get dressed quite quickly and without as much advice help as her brother needs. Good luck in dressing her if she's in one of those, "I do it!" moods.
The time spent helping our children be independent is starting to pay off. That, and it's fun to watch what outfits they pick out.
The Big Boy Update: My children both woke up last night and needed a check from dad in the middle of the night. When I asked my husband what my son wanted, he told me, "he wanted me to put away his raincoat."
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was also asleep in the middle of the night, either dreaming or partially awake. In the dark room (they don't sleep with a nightlight) she asked daddy to, "turn the sun off."
We try to encourage independence whenever we can. Sometimes this can be frustrating, because it will take me less than two minutes to get my child's night night outfit off; underpants, clothes and shoes on and the dirty clothes in the hamper. Letting the child do the same thing involves standing around and giving advice, waiting for them to select a pair of underpants (which may take some time), helping them get the shirt on frontwards (if they don't insist it should be backwards) and then directing them to pick out shoes and put them on their feet (which will almost always be backwards).
But it's paying off. My son, at three-and-a-half, comes downstairs some mornings now fully dressed. He did so this morning and then came to wake us up. He selected an outfit, took off his nighttime clothes and put them in the hamper and then put his nighttime diaper in the trash. Of late, he's been interested in wearing sweat pants, which he says he wants to wear outside in the ninety-degree weather.
My daughter, at two-and-a-half, is at times more independent than her brother and can get dressed quite quickly and without as much advice help as her brother needs. Good luck in dressing her if she's in one of those, "I do it!" moods.
The time spent helping our children be independent is starting to pay off. That, and it's fun to watch what outfits they pick out.
The Big Boy Update: My children both woke up last night and needed a check from dad in the middle of the night. When I asked my husband what my son wanted, he told me, "he wanted me to put away his raincoat."
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: My daughter was also asleep in the middle of the night, either dreaming or partially awake. In the dark room (they don't sleep with a nightlight) she asked daddy to, "turn the sun off."
Thursday, July 3, 2014
That Screen Thing Downstairs
Have you had those, "boy, I'm old" moments? I had one the other night. We have movie night most Friday evenings at our house. There are adults, who are mostly our age range. There are some children, who range from two (my daughter) to thirteen-years-old.
While we were getting ready to watch the first movie in the basement, my friend's nine-year-old daughter asked me if she could play on that thing downstairs. "What", I asked? "That screen thing downstairs," she said. I was so confused until I realized she meant the arcade machine we have against the back wall. "Oh, sure you can, ask Chris how to turn it on."
That's when I realized at nine, she has no idea what an arcade machine game is--one of the staples of entertainment of my childhood.
The Big Boy Update: My son came downstairs this morning and climbed into bed with us and decided to hid under the covers. Then, he started to make a strange chirping noise. He kept going with this noise while we laughed at him and asked him what animal he was pretending to be. "A woodpecker," he said.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She dropped a Mickey Mouse cup on her toe last week. This week, the toenail is barely hanging on. Today, she really wanted to pull it off, so I helped with some clippers to make it less painful. The toe looks a fright, but she feels much happier about the situation, so it must feel better now.
While we were getting ready to watch the first movie in the basement, my friend's nine-year-old daughter asked me if she could play on that thing downstairs. "What", I asked? "That screen thing downstairs," she said. I was so confused until I realized she meant the arcade machine we have against the back wall. "Oh, sure you can, ask Chris how to turn it on."
That's when I realized at nine, she has no idea what an arcade machine game is--one of the staples of entertainment of my childhood.
The Big Boy Update: My son came downstairs this morning and climbed into bed with us and decided to hid under the covers. Then, he started to make a strange chirping noise. He kept going with this noise while we laughed at him and asked him what animal he was pretending to be. "A woodpecker," he said.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: She dropped a Mickey Mouse cup on her toe last week. This week, the toenail is barely hanging on. Today, she really wanted to pull it off, so I helped with some clippers to make it less painful. The toe looks a fright, but she feels much happier about the situation, so it must feel better now.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Some Ponderous Problems
Two mysteries, one solved, the other completely still a mystery.
The first is my contacts in Outlook. I moved to the new machine. I'm now all Apple/Mac/iDevice and I am quite happy. I was working in Microsoft Outlook for three weeks with my entire history migrated to the new machine including historical emails (huge), contacts and calendar. Suddenly, I tried to send an email and all my contacts were gone. The night before, everything was there, today, they've disappeared. There were four left that I'd created since I moved to the new machine but that was all. What the heck?
Google to the rescue and I look for other people who've had this problem. New Mac user, migrated data, no I didn't delete my contacts, no it wasn't this other issue with Exchange and it wasn't seven other things that weren't possibly given my situation. Here's the thing, no one has reported this problem, and that's strange. Because whenever you have a computer problem, there is a drastically high chance that a thousand or more people have had the same thing happen and there is a known fix or workaround.
So I'm still stumped on what happened, but I did find a easy way to move my contacts back into Outlook. A very, very easy fix that took twenty seconds once I discovered it. I wonder if they'll disappear again?
The second issue was the Tesla's fault. We had garage doors that worked, and then they didn't. We'd back out in the minivan (or even in the Tesla) and intermittently we couldn't close the garage doors. Hold on, was it because we were charging the Tesla or was it not related. Was it the new power outlet that was between the two main bays of the garage? Dadgummit, this was annoying.
I looked all over the internet yet again for someone who had the same issue and had found a solution. And then I discovered the culprit...and it wasn't the Tesla's fault.
We replaced the garage door lightbulbs at almost the same time as we got the Tesla. The bulbs are the ones that turn on when the garage door opens or closes to give you a few minutes of light to get in or out of your car. They're right up on the unit itself. Remember the LED bulb replacement plan? We had replaced those bulbs with LED versions and the frequency of the bulbs interferes with the garage doors whenever the lights are on.
Mystery solved as to why we couldn't close the garage doors. We replaced the LEDs with low-power consumption CFL bulbs. Now, we can get in and out of our garage again.
The Big Boy update: Who is Pahmer? It doesn't quite sound like, "Palmer" but it's not, "farmer" either. He calls us Pahmer from time to time but we can't figure out who it is. Is it an imaginary friend? I don't think so, but it's something he's heard from somewhere. I play along and say, "okay, Pahmer" when I talk to him sometimes because that's what he does to me.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Carrots are always available. We don't allow them to eat anything they want at any time, but we have two things they can consume whenever, on a self-serve basis: carrots and water. My daughter (as well as my son) really like eating carrots now. We don't think this is a bad thing. As my daughter would say, "carrots are always abadavul" (available).
Fitness Update: It's not so much of an update anymore is it? I need to come up with a new section title. I'll think on that. For now, we went to the gym super early because my neighbor had to be at the hospital early for work. Uncle Jonathan drove from the next town over to meet us to go to the gym early so he got up super duper early. Maybe I'll change the title of this section to, "lengths I'll go to to exercise with two toddlers".
The first is my contacts in Outlook. I moved to the new machine. I'm now all Apple/Mac/iDevice and I am quite happy. I was working in Microsoft Outlook for three weeks with my entire history migrated to the new machine including historical emails (huge), contacts and calendar. Suddenly, I tried to send an email and all my contacts were gone. The night before, everything was there, today, they've disappeared. There were four left that I'd created since I moved to the new machine but that was all. What the heck?
Google to the rescue and I look for other people who've had this problem. New Mac user, migrated data, no I didn't delete my contacts, no it wasn't this other issue with Exchange and it wasn't seven other things that weren't possibly given my situation. Here's the thing, no one has reported this problem, and that's strange. Because whenever you have a computer problem, there is a drastically high chance that a thousand or more people have had the same thing happen and there is a known fix or workaround.
So I'm still stumped on what happened, but I did find a easy way to move my contacts back into Outlook. A very, very easy fix that took twenty seconds once I discovered it. I wonder if they'll disappear again?
The second issue was the Tesla's fault. We had garage doors that worked, and then they didn't. We'd back out in the minivan (or even in the Tesla) and intermittently we couldn't close the garage doors. Hold on, was it because we were charging the Tesla or was it not related. Was it the new power outlet that was between the two main bays of the garage? Dadgummit, this was annoying.
I looked all over the internet yet again for someone who had the same issue and had found a solution. And then I discovered the culprit...and it wasn't the Tesla's fault.
We replaced the garage door lightbulbs at almost the same time as we got the Tesla. The bulbs are the ones that turn on when the garage door opens or closes to give you a few minutes of light to get in or out of your car. They're right up on the unit itself. Remember the LED bulb replacement plan? We had replaced those bulbs with LED versions and the frequency of the bulbs interferes with the garage doors whenever the lights are on.
Mystery solved as to why we couldn't close the garage doors. We replaced the LEDs with low-power consumption CFL bulbs. Now, we can get in and out of our garage again.
The Big Boy update: Who is Pahmer? It doesn't quite sound like, "Palmer" but it's not, "farmer" either. He calls us Pahmer from time to time but we can't figure out who it is. Is it an imaginary friend? I don't think so, but it's something he's heard from somewhere. I play along and say, "okay, Pahmer" when I talk to him sometimes because that's what he does to me.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles: Carrots are always available. We don't allow them to eat anything they want at any time, but we have two things they can consume whenever, on a self-serve basis: carrots and water. My daughter (as well as my son) really like eating carrots now. We don't think this is a bad thing. As my daughter would say, "carrots are always abadavul" (available).
Fitness Update: It's not so much of an update anymore is it? I need to come up with a new section title. I'll think on that. For now, we went to the gym super early because my neighbor had to be at the hospital early for work. Uncle Jonathan drove from the next town over to meet us to go to the gym early so he got up super duper early. Maybe I'll change the title of this section to, "lengths I'll go to to exercise with two toddlers".
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
Today's Antics Include...
...the following things my children did or said that made me laugh or proud,
The Big Boy Update:
The Unexpected Sleeping Bag: My son's teacher is pregnant. She's due in August, so she's starting to be quite visibly pregnant now. She told me at pickup after camp that my son told her, "your tummy looks like a sleeping bag." She told him about the baby and then he said, "there's a baby under your skin?"
Letter Pointing: He's learning his letters now and can recognize many of them. I asked him so show me the letter M's in a word search on his kids menu and he very easily pointed several of them out. Only he didn't point directly below the letter, he put his finger exactly on top of the letter each and every time.
The Rocket Ship Story: My son drew and narrated a story at camp today. There were several pages of scribbled crayons and the teacher's handwriting below detailing the story my son said the scribbles told. I asked my son to tell me what each of the pages meant, and he remembered that there was a lot going on with rocket ships and crashing. His interpretation the second time around was close, but didn't quite match the first one, which read as follows:
The Happy Rocketship, by: Greyson Fox
The net is catching the rocket ship.
It is about to explode already.
The crane picks up the pieces.
It hooks and throw it away.
Build a new rocket ship. The end.
Opening the car door: The children want to get into the minivan to go someplace. Or else they don't. But when they do, the sliding doors are hard to open. Neither of my children has been tall enough to have enough angular pull to get the doors open until today. My son successfully got the door open twice. At least now when I tell them to get in the car they can actually get in the car instead of wandering around it and getting sidetracked with a toy in the garage.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles:
Playing under the table: At two-and-a-half, my children have no concept of what is or isn't a dirty place to play. As an adult, the thought of climbing under a booth table in a restaurant, sitting on the floor, picking things up and playing with them would likely make you have a mild round of the heebie jeebies. Not to my children. My daughter loves to slide down the seat and disappear under the table. I have vague memories of doing that myself when I was young and not understanding why I had to come out of my perfectly good hiding spot to be with the boring adults.
Headband: In the battle to keep my daughter's hair out of her eyes without having her tear out any hair bow, bob or barrette and thus pulling out hair, I may have had a success today. I found a headband that fit her small head. It was sewn flowers that were very colorful. She made it all day long with this head band on and I don't think any hair was harmed in the process.
Lin-num-made: Lemonade, as pronounced by my daughter.
The Big Boy Update:
The Unexpected Sleeping Bag: My son's teacher is pregnant. She's due in August, so she's starting to be quite visibly pregnant now. She told me at pickup after camp that my son told her, "your tummy looks like a sleeping bag." She told him about the baby and then he said, "there's a baby under your skin?"
Letter Pointing: He's learning his letters now and can recognize many of them. I asked him so show me the letter M's in a word search on his kids menu and he very easily pointed several of them out. Only he didn't point directly below the letter, he put his finger exactly on top of the letter each and every time.
The Rocket Ship Story: My son drew and narrated a story at camp today. There were several pages of scribbled crayons and the teacher's handwriting below detailing the story my son said the scribbles told. I asked my son to tell me what each of the pages meant, and he remembered that there was a lot going on with rocket ships and crashing. His interpretation the second time around was close, but didn't quite match the first one, which read as follows:
The Happy Rocketship, by: Greyson Fox
The net is catching the rocket ship.
It is about to explode already.
The crane picks up the pieces.
It hooks and throw it away.
Build a new rocket ship. The end.
Opening the car door: The children want to get into the minivan to go someplace. Or else they don't. But when they do, the sliding doors are hard to open. Neither of my children has been tall enough to have enough angular pull to get the doors open until today. My son successfully got the door open twice. At least now when I tell them to get in the car they can actually get in the car instead of wandering around it and getting sidetracked with a toy in the garage.
The Tiny Girl Chronicles:
Playing under the table: At two-and-a-half, my children have no concept of what is or isn't a dirty place to play. As an adult, the thought of climbing under a booth table in a restaurant, sitting on the floor, picking things up and playing with them would likely make you have a mild round of the heebie jeebies. Not to my children. My daughter loves to slide down the seat and disappear under the table. I have vague memories of doing that myself when I was young and not understanding why I had to come out of my perfectly good hiding spot to be with the boring adults.
Headband: In the battle to keep my daughter's hair out of her eyes without having her tear out any hair bow, bob or barrette and thus pulling out hair, I may have had a success today. I found a headband that fit her small head. It was sewn flowers that were very colorful. She made it all day long with this head band on and I don't think any hair was harmed in the process.
Lin-num-made: Lemonade, as pronounced by my daughter.
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