Been forever, but we are still around, she’s been doing tons a cute stuff and I’ve been a bad mommy who hasn’t put any of it down in print. But this one was too fun not to share. Enjoy!
Over the weekend we did the pumpkin patch thing. We happen to live very close to a great place that we go to every year: Carlton Farms. Each year they get better, and this year was no exception.
We sprang for the $5 pass to get Soapfi into the Kid Korral. Worth. Every. Penny!
Can you say kiddie zip line? Soapfi was hooked after the first ride – it was a litany of “again Daddy” for at least 30 minutes! She was probably one of the littlest kids giving it a try, but was giving the biggest shouts of “whhhheeeeeeee” and unrestrained giggles.
I’m hoping this bodes well for my planned attempt to get her on skis in the near future!
Soapfi is all about safety. As previously mentioned, we even “buckle up for safety” on the pretend school bus (aka mommy & daddy’s bed). She is also very vocal in her opinion of how we should drive. Instructions from this weekend included:
“Red means STOP daddy.”
“Go, go, go, green means GO!” (It matters not to her that the car in front of us hasn’t started to move – the light is green already!!)
“Go faster!!” (The light was yellow!)
And my favorite of all as we were cruising down the freeway:
“TWO HANDS Daddy, use TWO HANDS”
I am now waiting for her to further reprimand him whenever said hands aren’t at precisely 10 & 2 on the wheel!
Far too much apparently. We’re pretty much over the yucks, but now we have Olympic Fever, so I’m still kind of lacking in the whole motivation to blog department, but this happened last night so I figured I would share.
Soapfi is in the midst of another round of “I can do it”, this time with the added caveat of “all myself”. So it has generated many a frustrating moment for her. Last night she was attempting to put the plastic shoes back on her Calliou doll and was having a rough go of it – they aren’t super hard plastic, but they are still a pain in the azz even for Mommy & Daddy to get on and off his feet, which are the size of the great white north.
After about 90 seconds of frustration she hurls the shoes and the doll across the room, mutters FUDGE (only just like in The Christmas Story she didn’t really say fudge, but instead let slip the mother of all swear words), and buries her head in the carpet and begins to cry.
Of course I’m one of those uncouth parents caught between laughing hysterically because at 2.25 years old she is already only swearing at situationally appropriate times, and with a great deal of panache, being mortified because she might do this in public and it will reflect badly on me & Daddy, and then being indignant that people get so riled up about words they have made taboo because sometimes you just need a good bout of swearing to let it all out.
In the end we let it go without comment, dealt with the frustration and the shoes, and are desperately trying to watch our own potty mouths.
Our household has got ’em.
On the bright side, at least this time it’s just a garden variety viral infection of the throat and hasn’t gone straight to poor Soapfi’s ears like it has in the past.
But we’re all still sick & miserable, and since all the grossness that goes along with the yucks is adequately self descriptive I’ll leave the details to your own imagination, upholding my promise never to go overboard with the sharing of bodily functions etc.
Hopefully I’ll have the energy and motivation to post a cheerful pic tomorrow, and I’ll see you all on the flip side, crossing my fingers for the end of the week!