Request For Training

My daughter has one breast nodule starting to grow.  The second is on the way, I told her, not to worry.   And she hasn't been worried.  But she definitely is going through some changes.   I can see her body growing in ways that look like she's less of a little girl than she was not even that long ago.   There is time to go before she's not, "my little girl" and becomes, "my little lady" but changes are afoot, that's for sure. 

Her best friend, Keira, is several years older and has moved into further stages of puberty.   My daughter spends time with her and I suppose is getting advice from her as an older, more wise pre-teen.   It was therefore very cute when she came to me this morning and told me she wanted a bra, um, there was a name for it she said, but could she get one of those for, "my one boob?" 

I asked if she meant a training bra and she said that was what she meant.   I told her she had plenty of time before she needed to wear one, but if she wanted, we could get her one.   I told her they had all kinds of comfortable options but the main thing about the training was that it was a new piece of clothing in a place she'd never worn anything before and that was going to take some getting used to. 

I let her feel one of the athletic bras I had that was about the most minimal cotton option possible so she would know what shape she could expect.   She minimally felt it before she exclaimed, "it sounds awful." I didn't want to point out she was the one asking for a training bra.   I told her we could try one out tomorrow and see what she thought, but for now, she could just enjoy wearing no bra for another few years. 

The Big Boy Update:  I just passed on a message from my mother to my son, asking what vegetables he liked so she could have them for his visit.  I was rather proud of him when he replied, saying, "cucumbers, broccoli, zucchini, squash, yeah, just most vegetables."   My son is playing a game called, "It Takes Two" with his father while I write this.   My son is very authoritative, telling his father what to do, as though his father has no idea how to play a video game.   My son is good, but he's also good at getting himself killed.  

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter turned in her project today at school, but not unlike most children, they resent it if you ask how it went.   She had a very hard time when she got home from school because she thought she was being blamed for something no one thought she was doing.   We tried several times to explain that just because we ask questions about a thing, it doesn't mean she's being blamed.  It means we're trying to find something that's missing and wanted to know the last time she saw it.   She finally calmed down, but it took a good while.   Some days she thinks everyone is out to get her.  If she could see facial expressions and know we were being genuine, or I guess she can tell from the tone.   But it's hard for her sometimes. 

The Very Long Nap

Ugh, I just woke up from a "nap" that went for six hours.   It is nice that I got some sleep, which apparently I needed, but I missed dinner and It's now past midnight.   I think I'm going back to bed and I will write more interesting then because if I stay up any longer I might start drooling on the keyboard I've fallen back asleep on.   And no one wants to see that.   

Free Things?

We're starting to get offers from companies for products.  The big question I think is do we want the products?  I love filament, but I don't want loads of red, blue, black or white.   But some companies have lots of beautiful filament and it would be nice to have additional filament from them.    

But then there is the subject of printers.   I have a good number of printers.   I have more printers than I have room to put them.   Being offered a nice printer is, well, nice, but what would I do with it?  There are some very interesting printers being brought to market that would be interesting to investigate.  But my time is already so tight I have people I owe things I haven't even gotten to with the release schedule I set at the start of this Filament Stories endeavor—a release schedule I'm doggedly sticking to.

The schedule I have us on is intense, but I think it's worth it.   When I started writing this blog, once per day seemed a lot but after a while, it was just what I did.   The video making is going to become the same, although at this point it's a lot of work and we have so much to learn to get our videos to the quality level we need to be at.  

Back to the offer for free products   And that brings up the topic of expectations from the company offering any products for review or free. Companies have different expectations and I don't want to take on anything that doesn't work well with our current plans.  

So it's dilemma time.   

The Big Boy Update:  My son was very disappointed I didn't title my recent video with, "Face Reveal."  He said if I had, I would have gotten a lot of views.   I don't know that most people realized I'd never been on camera before (other than my hands) so I decided it was easier to just post the video and act like it was a standard release, even though I was panicked inside as I pressed the publish button. 

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter was home today as she had vomited several times last night.  We suspected it was stress, and today she admitted when she talked to us tonight that it was.   She has been having a difficult time with a friend at school—causing a lot of discord between them by challenging her to do things my daughter knows she'll win at.   So her friend started taking shots back at her.  My daughter admitted it was because she could see more than she could and that it wasn't fair.    I told her it wasn't fair. Her being blind would never be fair.   We talked about how to be a good friend and I think she's feeling better about her friend now.  

Sleeping in the Bathroom

My daughter isn't sleeping in the bathroom, but she's sleeping with something from her bathroom.   She and I were shopping and she found a soft bath mat and desperately wanted it.   The ones she had in her bathroom were circa before she was born so I said we could get one.   She had it on the floor of her bathroom for all of a day and then it was on her bed.  

I asked her why it was up there and she said it was her friend.   And that on her bed is where he belonged. Children are really interesting in how they become attached to certain things.   For my daughter, it could be anything, a blanket, a stuffed animal, and don't even get me started about the rock from Hawaii.   That rock will live on for years to come I suspect. 

The Big Boy Update:  My son seems to be going through a phase of, prepare yourself for this, niceness.   He's been nice to both his father and me.  And understanding, and he listens, and he doesn't complain.   Someone has clearly absconded with my son and brought in a robotic replicant. 

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter forgot to work on her homework project after school again today. She tried to pressure me into helping her when she remembered and then tried the hystrics tactic, but nothing worked.   She actually went to her room and was feeling sick from the stress of how she'd been putting the project off, not being interested when I offered to help and then when she finally remembered, she was so upset it made her feel sick.   I told her I was still going to help her, but that she needed to take initiative.  It was her project, not mine, and she was old enough to be responsible to get the work done. 

Oops

I’m in bed, about to go to sleep and I suddenly realized I didn’t write a post today.  I put up some content today that took me a long time to get done mostly because I did a whole lot of takes.  I got three hours of sleep last night and wow, I just forgot.  My brain is a little fried so tomorrow I will update, well, I’ll do an update of something I’m sure.  I hate when I forget to write a post.  

The Longest Playdate

My daughter has found a friend two streets over who is the kindest, most generous little girl.   Her mother is on the neighborhood board with my husband and they've talked about how much fun Ashley had with my daughter when they had seen each other in the pool.

Today my daughter had a play date that went on and on with my daughter.   They even went to the pool.   It was so wonderful for my daughter, having all that time to spend with someone her own age.   We're going to try and have Ashley over next weekend.

The Big Boy Update:  My son got home from an overnight trip to Nana and Papa's and ran downstairs to hug us.  It really made my day when he grabbed both of us and pulled us in for a three-way hug. 

The Tiny Girl Chronicles:  My daughter is not liking wearing socks.  I told her if she could hold on for just a few more days the scabs would heal and she would be okay to not wear socks.  This is to combat the scab-picking habit she admits she's recently started. 

Heartthrob Red Metallic

Whew, we worked late on another video which turned into two videos.  Here they are below.   The children are at my in-law's house for the night.  I'm crashing per usual after a long day of working on 3D printing things.   I really love it, but it is definitely a lot of work.