Monthly Archives: February 2012

Girls Night In

Soapfi and I were on our own last night, sort of a girls night in, since Daddy was out having a well deserved cultural experience* with the guys.

All it took to make her happy was leftover pasta for dinner and me rolling around on the floor acting like an idiot.

It was non-stop giggles and requests for “Monster” (where I crawl around on the floor and pretend to be the Kissy Tickle Monster who chases little Soapfis) for over an hour.

Naturally I was tuckered out before she was, but apparently it is equally fun for her to sit on my back while I’m sprawled out  exhausted on the living room floor just making “choo-choo” noises, with a minimum amount of squirming around thrown in so she has to bother to hold on. She decided it was a new game, henceforth to be called “TRAIN” (because it’s only a good game if you scream the name at the top of your lungs!).

And when even that became too much and I pretended to fall asleep and snore, she sweetly inquired “Mommy tired?” and then cuddled with me for about 5 seconds before pulling on my shirt and demanding “All done, get up” and the second round of Monster and TRAIN commenced.

She is going to make an excellent drill sergeant and/or personal trainer some day!

*WWE Smackdown

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Bionic Baby Eyes

There are things that I suffered through in childhood that I hope my daughter doesn’t have to go through. Yes, yes, they built character and made me who I am today, blah blah blah. But I am sure she will have plenty of character building opportunities that are uniquely her own, so I do not feel remiss in thinking that coke bottled glasses that are so heavy it makes ones nose hurt doesn’t need to be among them.

So it was with great relief (and then sheer panic at the implications) that this happened a few days ago in the car.

Now that Soapfi has graduated to a front facing booster seat she has taken great delight in shouting the names of all the things she recognizes. Primarily “mommy” and “daddy” with a few instances of “car” and “tree” thrown in for good measure.

We were on our way home from running errands when she began shouting “number, number, number”. I was looking around outside to see if it was an exit sign or the side of a truck or what in the world she could be seeing, so that I could do the whole interactive parenting/reinforcement thing “Yes Soapfi, that is the number one/twelve/pi” or whatever.

Before I could find anything she changed to “E, E, E”. Hrrrmmm, we were no longer on the freeway, no business around that I could see, lets chalk this up to random crap kids blurt out when they are bored. After all this is her view from back there:

As I looked over at her father with a “wtf” shrug that’s when I saw it…..

Yep, her baby bionic eyes were locked onto the compass readings in the rear view mirror and she was mistaking the “S” for the number “5” like she has seen on all the digital clocks at home (Side note – she is currently refusing to acknowledge the numbers 3 or 5, thus why she was just saying “number, number, number” – but that is a story for another day).

I was completely floored, first off – that font is teeny tiny, I had to zoom my cell phone camera in all the way while sitting in the front seat just to make that last picture readable! Look at the first picture again, hello – blue smudge anyone? Then came the implication that at 23 months she was already retaining and recognizing both numbers and letters in a variety of fonts.

Holy crap, we’re never going to sneak anything by this kid.

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First Steps

Soapfi’s second birthday is just around the corner and I’ve already managed to forget the time and date of over 95% of her “firsts”. I remember that they happened…. first tooth “Mr Bitey”,  first word “Dada”, first obsession “Caillou”, but I don’t remember when.

They make baby books specifically to record these things, it is tucked away on a shelf in the Sarlacc Pit (aka the den/computer room) – it does have one entry – from when she bunched up her legs and flung herself out of my lap at 5 weeks old, because nothing gets you motivated to preserve something for posterity quite like guilt.

So I’ve decided my universe needs a better timeline than the one given to me by Facebook. So now all my random crap about whatever will have a time stamp. I guess I will have to change my G+ tag line, I’m officially no longer too lazy to have a blog…. of course having a blog and maintaining it are two completely different issues.

Welcome to my universe, let the proper documentation begin!

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