Posts Tagged With: car ride

St Paddy’s Day Dashed

Should have known better than to hope for a good story and cute pictures in print. All I really wanted was a picture from this year that was as cute as this one from last year. Alas, it was not to happen.

The morning started off well, we were up bloody early, dressed in green, in amazingly cheerful moods considering the copious amounts of precipitation, in the form of almost snow, that was falling, picked up Soapfi’s Auntie Suz, and away we went.

It was only ten minutes into the car ride south when Soapfi expressed her desire to not really do this by expelling what seemed like a full gallon of curdled milk vomit all over her favorite blankie, the cuter than cute outfit, and into every crack and crevice a car seat has to offer.

At the next exit we found a parking lot, modified the Onesie removal technique from Much Apoo About Nothing on the Father Trek blog and applied it to Soapfi’s turtleneck with minimum detritus transferring to her hair, blessed our lucky stars there was a clean kitchen towel that had accidentally been left in the back seat, had a crash course in booster seat dis-assembly, and learned that one has to “flick” more than “brush” curdled milk chunks to avoid smashing them into fabric.

Auntie Suz and Soapfi were troopers through the whole ordeal, they were quite content to sit in the front seat playing with all the fun knobs and dials for the radio and thermostat, while mommy was out in the increasingly dense snow fall trying to reassemble the booster seat.

Needless to say all plans for the Dash were scrapped and we headed back home.

You would think as a mom I would have Febreze handy, but I don’t, and since the precipitation hasn’t let up, the smell still lingers.

That’ll teach me to keep my hopes to myself for the 2013 Dash!

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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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