Juice's brother, Junior, had a Halloween party at his house Friday night for the kids. We took Peanut for a while so she could see her cousins and Grandpa since she probably won't get to see them tomorrow.
Junior's brother is one of those ghetto Mexicans (I can talk about them because I married one, OK?) who wants to live upper class, but under the expensive clothes and $300 purses is still ghetto, through and through. She talks shit with the best of them, and I blush a little when she goes on one of her tirades.
She is not a slight woman, and neither are most of her friends. I guess they don't want to be the "fat friend" to anyone. So her friends start showing up to the party with their kids, and all of these women are wearing costumes that should never be worn by anyone over 130 pounds. Yet, here comes some girl dressed up in a trampy red thing that's not even zipped all the way up in the back and Junior's wife says "Oh, so and so, that's cute."
Give me a break. When you can't zip up the damn costume, it's time to throw a green hefty bag over your head and go as a booger.
Sexy costumes aren't sexy when 1) you have back fat rolling out of them and 2) you haven't lost the baby weight.
Sorry ladies...that's just the way it is. This is one of those things that I'll accept being a pig on. I'm sure as hell not going to wear a costume that requires any of the flesh from my neck down to be showing because I know my body type. It's about time some of these women realized what their body types are and start dressing for them.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Monday, October 29, 2007
Come hell or high tide...
Man, I needed a break. With Peanut and her not sick sickness, work and having to leave every other day to pick her up, Juice going to class all the time and leaving me to fend for myself with my not sick daughter, something had to give.
Peanut woke up Saturday morning with a huge blow out had-to-give-her-a-bath diaper. It was nasty. But we bathed her and decided to head for the beach anyway. What's the worst that could happen, right?
We packed up the cooler, the dog, and the child and headed for Corpus. Three hours later, we arrived a Padre Island National Seashore tired and flustered from a child that wouldn't sleep when she was supposed to (except for the last 20 minutes of the drive) and mad at each other.
The second we hit the beach, though, life was good. Peanut LOVED the ocean, as did the dog. Peanut ended up falling to her hands and knees in about 8 inches of water, promptly soaking her jacket, jeans and shirt. We stripped her of her clothes, and let her play in the water a bit more, but it was so windy that she started to get a chill. Luckily we had brought additional clothes, so we put her little red dress on her, hung her wet stuff in the breeze and kept her out of the water for the remainder of the afternoon.
We had a great time walking along the beach, Peanut pointing to everything that wasn't sand asking "what is that?" We stayed about 3 hours, then back in the truck and heading for home.
Peanut fell asleep almost immediately, and woke up 10 miles down the road when we stopped for gas...and NEVER went back to sleep. Grrrrr.
If we only lived close to the beach...
By the way, that's actually us...me and Peanut. Juice shot this from the truck while we were walking down the beach, about 100 yards away, right before Peanut gave me a kiss.
Peanut woke up Saturday morning with a huge blow out had-to-give-her-a-bath diaper. It was nasty. But we bathed her and decided to head for the beach anyway. What's the worst that could happen, right?
We packed up the cooler, the dog, and the child and headed for Corpus. Three hours later, we arrived a Padre Island National Seashore tired and flustered from a child that wouldn't sleep when she was supposed to (except for the last 20 minutes of the drive) and mad at each other.
The second we hit the beach, though, life was good. Peanut LOVED the ocean, as did the dog. Peanut ended up falling to her hands and knees in about 8 inches of water, promptly soaking her jacket, jeans and shirt. We stripped her of her clothes, and let her play in the water a bit more, but it was so windy that she started to get a chill. Luckily we had brought additional clothes, so we put her little red dress on her, hung her wet stuff in the breeze and kept her out of the water for the remainder of the afternoon.
We had a great time walking along the beach, Peanut pointing to everything that wasn't sand asking "what is that?" We stayed about 3 hours, then back in the truck and heading for home.
Peanut fell asleep almost immediately, and woke up 10 miles down the road when we stopped for gas...and NEVER went back to sleep. Grrrrr.
If we only lived close to the beach...
By the way, that's actually us...me and Peanut. Juice shot this from the truck while we were walking down the beach, about 100 yards away, right before Peanut gave me a kiss.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Not sick sickness
If you've been paying attention, you'll know that Peanut has been unwell for the going on two weeks now. We've had her at the doctor three times in those two weeks trying to figure out what is wrong.
And in those three times, Juice has taken her once. I've been the one taking her to the doctor and picking her up from day care.
Here's the thing, though. I have a pretty flexible schedule, meaning that if I need to leave work during the day, I can. But I'm just getting really tired of having to leave work to pick up Peanut. I'm also really tired of going to work wondering if I'm going to have to leave halfway through the day to pick her up. It doesn't make for a very productive work day.
Our sitter isn't a "registered" day care, meaning that she's not subject to as many rules and regs from the state. But she also picked up two more kids recently, which, I think, is adding to her stress and not wanting to deal with Peanut. I'm just tired of fighting this fight of, she's pooped three times, she needs to be picked up.
Peanut isn't running a fever, and, OK, I can understand with 4 runny diapers before noon the other day that she would need to be picked up. But on a day like today where she only has three total, sure, they may not be completely solid, but her system's been so screwed up for the past two weeks, you can't expect it to be normal. I dread answering the phone when she calls because she just seems like she doesn't want Peanut around anymore.
I took her to the doctor Wednesday after she blew out 4 diapers before noon. She ended up having four more dirty ones that day, but all of them were mostly solid. The doctor had me take a sample to the hospital to run labs and told me to keep her on a bland diet (which obviously isn't doing what it should) and take her off the antibiotic she was on (which didn't do what it was supposed to).
Today, I called to give him an update and check on the labs, and guess what? Nothing.
Negative for everything they checked for.
So he says it's probably "toddler diarrhea" and it can last a while. How long is that? At least two weeks at this point.
I'm just tired.
And we're supposed to go to the beach tomorrow.
And in those three times, Juice has taken her once. I've been the one taking her to the doctor and picking her up from day care.
Here's the thing, though. I have a pretty flexible schedule, meaning that if I need to leave work during the day, I can. But I'm just getting really tired of having to leave work to pick up Peanut. I'm also really tired of going to work wondering if I'm going to have to leave halfway through the day to pick her up. It doesn't make for a very productive work day.
Our sitter isn't a "registered" day care, meaning that she's not subject to as many rules and regs from the state. But she also picked up two more kids recently, which, I think, is adding to her stress and not wanting to deal with Peanut. I'm just tired of fighting this fight of, she's pooped three times, she needs to be picked up.
Peanut isn't running a fever, and, OK, I can understand with 4 runny diapers before noon the other day that she would need to be picked up. But on a day like today where she only has three total, sure, they may not be completely solid, but her system's been so screwed up for the past two weeks, you can't expect it to be normal. I dread answering the phone when she calls because she just seems like she doesn't want Peanut around anymore.
I took her to the doctor Wednesday after she blew out 4 diapers before noon. She ended up having four more dirty ones that day, but all of them were mostly solid. The doctor had me take a sample to the hospital to run labs and told me to keep her on a bland diet (which obviously isn't doing what it should) and take her off the antibiotic she was on (which didn't do what it was supposed to).
Today, I called to give him an update and check on the labs, and guess what? Nothing.
Negative for everything they checked for.
So he says it's probably "toddler diarrhea" and it can last a while. How long is that? At least two weeks at this point.
I'm just tired.
And we're supposed to go to the beach tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Fall!
Fall has finally come to South Texas.
This past week, there was a damp chill in the air that I thought was fall, but it wasn't...it was a cool front with humidity, and it promptly got back into the 90's the following day.
However, yesterday, fall arrived.
It was nasty, windy, rainy all morning, and by the afternoon, it had cleared into a nice, cool, October evening, like the ones I remember from my youth.
Peanut and I went and picked out a pumpkin, which we will carve tomorrow (Juice has class tonight), then we went to Target and found her a new coat (not the one in this picture). She's been having a grand old time, crunching around in the leaves and picking up acorns. I love watching her be a kid, and it's great to be able to have her run around outside now that the weather is cooler and the mosquitoes aren't as bothersome.
This is what being a daddy is all about.
This past week, there was a damp chill in the air that I thought was fall, but it wasn't...it was a cool front with humidity, and it promptly got back into the 90's the following day.
However, yesterday, fall arrived.
It was nasty, windy, rainy all morning, and by the afternoon, it had cleared into a nice, cool, October evening, like the ones I remember from my youth.
Peanut and I went and picked out a pumpkin, which we will carve tomorrow (Juice has class tonight), then we went to Target and found her a new coat (not the one in this picture). She's been having a grand old time, crunching around in the leaves and picking up acorns. I love watching her be a kid, and it's great to be able to have her run around outside now that the weather is cooler and the mosquitoes aren't as bothersome.This is what being a daddy is all about.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Make your bed...
Did I tell ya'll that we got a new bed? I don't think I did. We started talking about it over the summer when we visited my parents, who have a king size bed, which they let us sleep in because there's more room in their room for Peanut to sleep with us. We have had a queen bed that Juice's mom bought for us when we moved to Chicago in 2001, and we really liked the amount of room in my parent's king.
So we got a new bed last Sunday. King. We bought it from the mattress store just up the street from us (literally 4 blocks), and since it was so close, I decided that I wasn't going to pay $50 to have it delivered. Just throw it on top of Juice's SUV.
The new bed is the "memory foam" type, so it's pretty heavy, almost as heavy as the price we paid for it. So I had Juice call her brother, Junior, to come over and help me get it off the truck and into the house.
As we were taking the bed down, he lost his grip and the mattress came crashing down on her passenger side mirror. It was just hanging there by the wire, and I knew if she drove anywhere, it would seriously scratch her paint.
I quickly found some directions online for taking the mirror off, and 20 minutes later, Juice was running errands, sans right side mirror. No biggie, most cars used to come without them anyway (this shows you how old I am).
Last Tuesday, we took her SUV into the Toyota dealership for two problems: 1) she had a slow leak in one of her tires that they had tried to tell her was a problem with her spare. The low pressure light had come on and they told her the tire she said was the problem (which actually WAS the problem) didn't have anything wrong with it. 2) The mirror.
During the day Tuesday, I searched online to see if I could find a replacement mirror. I found a couple on eBay for under $100 but I didn't know how good of a price it was. I made it to the dealership before Juice did Tuesday evening, and went to the parts department. I asked the guy how much for a new mirror. He gave me a lot of hemming and hawing telling me that there were a lot of different kinds of mirrors for those vehicles, and I gave him the exact specs: power mirror, no paint, no heat, no turn signal. He still said he couldn't give me the exact price without the VIN, but said it would probably be around $230. That's right - TWO HUNDRED THIRTY DOLLARS for a fucking piece of plastic and glass. When Juice arrived, she asked the service adviser how much it would be to install it. Wait for it - $127. Now, I had already taken the mirror off, so I knew exactly how much time it was going to take to put it back on, and that was exactly less then 15 minutes and there's no way in hell I or my wife is going to pay someone $127 for 15 minutes of work.
Oh and the tire? He said there was nothing they could do to check it there. We ended up taking it to our local Discount Tire store and the FOUND A NAIL. Now, how the grease monkeys at the dealership could possibly miss a nail in a tire when they were rotated and my wife had specifically told them there was a problem with that tire doesn't give me a lot of confidence in how they perform the rest of the maintenance on my wife's vehicle. At least Discount Tire didn't charge us anything to fix it. We'll be going back there.
So we ended up ordering the mirror from eBay, it arrived Friday and I installed it in 15 minutes. Juice paid just under $80 for the mirror, including shipping, so we ended up saving almost $300. Toyota can go fuck themselves.
Of course, the $50 delivery charge that I didn't pay for the bed ended up costing us $30 more.
And I told you that whole story to tell you this:
Juice and I talked this morning. She apologized for last night.
And we broke in our new bed.
So we got a new bed last Sunday. King. We bought it from the mattress store just up the street from us (literally 4 blocks), and since it was so close, I decided that I wasn't going to pay $50 to have it delivered. Just throw it on top of Juice's SUV.
The new bed is the "memory foam" type, so it's pretty heavy, almost as heavy as the price we paid for it. So I had Juice call her brother, Junior, to come over and help me get it off the truck and into the house.
As we were taking the bed down, he lost his grip and the mattress came crashing down on her passenger side mirror. It was just hanging there by the wire, and I knew if she drove anywhere, it would seriously scratch her paint.
I quickly found some directions online for taking the mirror off, and 20 minutes later, Juice was running errands, sans right side mirror. No biggie, most cars used to come without them anyway (this shows you how old I am).
Last Tuesday, we took her SUV into the Toyota dealership for two problems: 1) she had a slow leak in one of her tires that they had tried to tell her was a problem with her spare. The low pressure light had come on and they told her the tire she said was the problem (which actually WAS the problem) didn't have anything wrong with it. 2) The mirror.
During the day Tuesday, I searched online to see if I could find a replacement mirror. I found a couple on eBay for under $100 but I didn't know how good of a price it was. I made it to the dealership before Juice did Tuesday evening, and went to the parts department. I asked the guy how much for a new mirror. He gave me a lot of hemming and hawing telling me that there were a lot of different kinds of mirrors for those vehicles, and I gave him the exact specs: power mirror, no paint, no heat, no turn signal. He still said he couldn't give me the exact price without the VIN, but said it would probably be around $230. That's right - TWO HUNDRED THIRTY DOLLARS for a fucking piece of plastic and glass. When Juice arrived, she asked the service adviser how much it would be to install it. Wait for it - $127. Now, I had already taken the mirror off, so I knew exactly how much time it was going to take to put it back on, and that was exactly less then 15 minutes and there's no way in hell I or my wife is going to pay someone $127 for 15 minutes of work.
Oh and the tire? He said there was nothing they could do to check it there. We ended up taking it to our local Discount Tire store and the FOUND A NAIL. Now, how the grease monkeys at the dealership could possibly miss a nail in a tire when they were rotated and my wife had specifically told them there was a problem with that tire doesn't give me a lot of confidence in how they perform the rest of the maintenance on my wife's vehicle. At least Discount Tire didn't charge us anything to fix it. We'll be going back there.
So we ended up ordering the mirror from eBay, it arrived Friday and I installed it in 15 minutes. Juice paid just under $80 for the mirror, including shipping, so we ended up saving almost $300. Toyota can go fuck themselves.
Of course, the $50 delivery charge that I didn't pay for the bed ended up costing us $30 more.
And I told you that whole story to tell you this:
Juice and I talked this morning. She apologized for last night.
And we broke in our new bed.
Monday, October 15, 2007
An open letter to my wife...
Dear Juice,
I know it's hard having to spend that hour or so alone with Peanut when you get home from work. In case you forgot, I do that and more every Tuesday when you're at class. In fact, I pick her up, cook her dinner with her hanging on my legs, feed her, give her a bath and put her to bed, all by myself. Without any help from you.
I understand that you were frustrated today, but calling me while I'm on my way home and making me listen to Peanut throwing a fit only makes me feel worse about my 45 minute commute home. There's not much I can do when I'm stuck in traffic, and I don't call you to tell you what a hard time I'm having when you're on your way to class. And the way you spoke to me on the phone - that didn't sound like venting, it sounded like an angry mother trying to make her husband feel guilty.
When you asked me what was wrong this evening, that is what I was trying to explain to you. You asked the question, if you didn't want my answer you shouldn't have asked. This is the same line you give me when I get mad at you after you tell me what's wrong. Oh, and that storming off talking about how you "have to do everything?" Let me tell you what kind of "nothing" I do around this house.
Don't you love how nicely mowed the lawn has been all summer? I didn't see you out there helping out. And don't try to tell me that you were inside taking care of Peanut. No ma'am, usually I mowed when she was asleep and you were off doing something else. In addition, I ended up usually splitting the housework with you as well. And those nice laminate floors? You must have put those in yourself, since you have to do everything around here. How about that mirror that got broken off the side of your car? I guess you did the research to find the cheaper replacement part online, and I guess you took out the old mirror and put in the new one. Those gutters on the outside of the house? Must've been you. The sod in the side yard, yes, I remember how you took off work a half day, went and got all that sod in your truck and laid it down all by yourself. Taking care of Peanut when you're still asleep on Saturday mornings? I guess the dog does that one. How about taking care of Peanut on the Friday and Saturdays that you have class? Oh that's right, I just leave here alone while I go to the titty bars. And finally, let's talk about who picks up all your goddamn granola bar wrappers and empty coke cans, shall we, but you want to gripe at me about leaving the mail on the back of the couch.
So, if we're going to start keeping score, just know that I have a whole hell of a lot of points that you'll never have, and if you want to talk about who does everything around here, I'll stop doing anything to show you how much I really do.
I know it's hard having to spend that hour or so alone with Peanut when you get home from work. In case you forgot, I do that and more every Tuesday when you're at class. In fact, I pick her up, cook her dinner with her hanging on my legs, feed her, give her a bath and put her to bed, all by myself. Without any help from you.
I understand that you were frustrated today, but calling me while I'm on my way home and making me listen to Peanut throwing a fit only makes me feel worse about my 45 minute commute home. There's not much I can do when I'm stuck in traffic, and I don't call you to tell you what a hard time I'm having when you're on your way to class. And the way you spoke to me on the phone - that didn't sound like venting, it sounded like an angry mother trying to make her husband feel guilty.
When you asked me what was wrong this evening, that is what I was trying to explain to you. You asked the question, if you didn't want my answer you shouldn't have asked. This is the same line you give me when I get mad at you after you tell me what's wrong. Oh, and that storming off talking about how you "have to do everything?" Let me tell you what kind of "nothing" I do around this house.
Don't you love how nicely mowed the lawn has been all summer? I didn't see you out there helping out. And don't try to tell me that you were inside taking care of Peanut. No ma'am, usually I mowed when she was asleep and you were off doing something else. In addition, I ended up usually splitting the housework with you as well. And those nice laminate floors? You must have put those in yourself, since you have to do everything around here. How about that mirror that got broken off the side of your car? I guess you did the research to find the cheaper replacement part online, and I guess you took out the old mirror and put in the new one. Those gutters on the outside of the house? Must've been you. The sod in the side yard, yes, I remember how you took off work a half day, went and got all that sod in your truck and laid it down all by yourself. Taking care of Peanut when you're still asleep on Saturday mornings? I guess the dog does that one. How about taking care of Peanut on the Friday and Saturdays that you have class? Oh that's right, I just leave here alone while I go to the titty bars. And finally, let's talk about who picks up all your goddamn granola bar wrappers and empty coke cans, shall we, but you want to gripe at me about leaving the mail on the back of the couch.
So, if we're going to start keeping score, just know that I have a whole hell of a lot of points that you'll never have, and if you want to talk about who does everything around here, I'll stop doing anything to show you how much I really do.
The last time I'll talk about it this week...
So, as you know by now, Peanut was not feeling well at the end of last week. So we followed the recommended course of action for kids with the runs - namely, giving the kid bland food that's not going to upset her stomach any more than it already is.
Lucky for us, Peanut LOVES bread and crackers. Can't get enough of them. So bread, crackers, water, and a bit of Pedialite for the little monster.
Saturday, the stuff was getting a little more solid, so we moved to bananas. Then Saturday night, I decided to give her rice for dinner. The kids loves white rice, and when I brought her a platefull, her eyes lit up like I'd just given a crack addict a 2 pound rock.
She was happy to gobble spoonful upon spoonful of the stuff, and then I had to go finish getting myself ready for our big night out, so I left her on her own. When I came back, there was rice everywhere - in her hair, all over her front, on the floor, in the dog's fur, but most of it had somehow landed in her mouth, and she was happy.
Sunday, when Peanut woke up, her poop was green! She's had green poop before, after we ate at a Thai restaurant, but we didn't know for sure what did it. This time, there is no doubt.
White rice = green poop
Now, I have no idea how or why this transformation takes place, but it sure is interesting. And, by the way, I'm not talking dark green here...this crap was lime green!
Evidently it's not hurting her, but wow...what a sight when I pulled off that diaper.
Lucky for us, Peanut LOVES bread and crackers. Can't get enough of them. So bread, crackers, water, and a bit of Pedialite for the little monster.
Saturday, the stuff was getting a little more solid, so we moved to bananas. Then Saturday night, I decided to give her rice for dinner. The kids loves white rice, and when I brought her a platefull, her eyes lit up like I'd just given a crack addict a 2 pound rock.
She was happy to gobble spoonful upon spoonful of the stuff, and then I had to go finish getting myself ready for our big night out, so I left her on her own. When I came back, there was rice everywhere - in her hair, all over her front, on the floor, in the dog's fur, but most of it had somehow landed in her mouth, and she was happy.
Sunday, when Peanut woke up, her poop was green! She's had green poop before, after we ate at a Thai restaurant, but we didn't know for sure what did it. This time, there is no doubt.
White rice = green poop
Now, I have no idea how or why this transformation takes place, but it sure is interesting. And, by the way, I'm not talking dark green here...this crap was lime green!
Evidently it's not hurting her, but wow...what a sight when I pulled off that diaper.
Sunday, October 14, 2007
A stick in my eye
OK, maybe not a stick, but I sure as hell had something in my eyes yesterday.
We didn't go to the coast.
Peanut was still poopy and I woke up with a raging case of the allergies. So bad in fact that a claritin and two benadryl didn't even help. Beer was the only cure.
I was feeling a bit better last night, and Juice had asked one of her students to babysit for us, so we actually got a nice evening out. We went to dinner with Chica and the Mann (who is finally working a normal schedule after being on nights with his new police department for months) and then went to play darts afterward.
I forgot how bad bars smell. We haven't been out to play darts at this particular bar since Juice was pregnant, and the last time we went, we didn't stay more than an hour for fear of what might happen to little Peanut.
So we didn't get the kick-back time I really wanted, but we did get the house clean, and Peanut is feeling much better, so maybe we'll be able to go to the coast in a couple of weeks, if I can stay sane that long.
We didn't go to the coast.
Peanut was still poopy and I woke up with a raging case of the allergies. So bad in fact that a claritin and two benadryl didn't even help. Beer was the only cure.
I was feeling a bit better last night, and Juice had asked one of her students to babysit for us, so we actually got a nice evening out. We went to dinner with Chica and the Mann (who is finally working a normal schedule after being on nights with his new police department for months) and then went to play darts afterward.
I forgot how bad bars smell. We haven't been out to play darts at this particular bar since Juice was pregnant, and the last time we went, we didn't stay more than an hour for fear of what might happen to little Peanut.
So we didn't get the kick-back time I really wanted, but we did get the house clean, and Peanut is feeling much better, so maybe we'll be able to go to the coast in a couple of weeks, if I can stay sane that long.
Friday, October 12, 2007
Aren't you glad you tuned in today?
So today, my fine readers (all three of you), today I was going to tell you about our BIG! PLANS! to drive to Corpus tomorrow and hang out at the beach all day with Peanut and the dog. I even had a dream about it last night. I'm in serious need of some kick-back time, and I was really looking forward to it.
Except, Peanut may have nixed our plans before we could put them in motion.
This morning, when she woke up, she had a poopy diaper. Unusual for her. She was in a good mood, though, so we dressed her and get her ready to go to the sitter's. As I was putting her in the car, though, I noticed a strange oder, pulled her back out of the car and checked her diaper - poopy again. And not the nice kind (as if there is a nice kind of baby poop).
Change her again, take her to the sitter anyway, and she ends up having four more dirty diapers before noon, which results in me having to take a half day because she can't stay at day care like that.
So here I sit, hoping, for very selfish reasons, that she's done pooping and we'll actually be able to go to the beach tomorrow. Because if I have to spend another weekend thinking about all the things around the house I should be doing, someone might end up with a stick in their eye.
Except, Peanut may have nixed our plans before we could put them in motion.
This morning, when she woke up, she had a poopy diaper. Unusual for her. She was in a good mood, though, so we dressed her and get her ready to go to the sitter's. As I was putting her in the car, though, I noticed a strange oder, pulled her back out of the car and checked her diaper - poopy again. And not the nice kind (as if there is a nice kind of baby poop).
Change her again, take her to the sitter anyway, and she ends up having four more dirty diapers before noon, which results in me having to take a half day because she can't stay at day care like that.
So here I sit, hoping, for very selfish reasons, that she's done pooping and we'll actually be able to go to the beach tomorrow. Because if I have to spend another weekend thinking about all the things around the house I should be doing, someone might end up with a stick in their eye.
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
Melting my heart...
This weekend, after 16 months on this earth, I heard Peanut say "Mama" deliberately. She's said it before, but it was always when she was pissed, and more of a "mamamamamamam" kind of thing, not actually acknowledging her mother.
This morning, I had picked her up to put her in the car, but before I did, I said, "There's Mama...give her a kiss." and Peanut said "Mama" and kissed her.
Made me want to cry.
This morning, I had picked her up to put her in the car, but before I did, I said, "There's Mama...give her a kiss." and Peanut said "Mama" and kissed her.
Made me want to cry.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
My own sort of season
So this evening, Juice is at class. I picked up Peanut (which means I had to leave work an hour early...aw shucks) and we came home and did our usual Tuesday ritual of her harassing me while I sit on the toilet. She doesn't know what stinky is yet.
After I changed clothes, we walked out to the mailbox. For those of you not familiar with life in the city, mailboxes are no longer attached to your house or at the end of your driveway. They make things convenient for the mail delivery people, not for the homeowners. That's one of the things I dislike about owning a 'newer' (read less than 25 year old) house. All of the old houses still have mailboxes attached.
However, it does give me an opportunity to let Peanut take a walk that she can handle without getting too tired. Around the block is too far, to the mailbox and back is just right.
So we walked up to the mailbox and back, and she wanted to play on the driveway for a while, crunching in the dead leaves and playing with the rocks. I let Sparky out because he's been getting better and better about staying in the yard. Tonight, he didn't leave our yard once, even when a group of boys walked by.
I watched my daughter playing, I watered some plants, and Sparky sniffed around. A cool breeze (as cool as a breeze can get on a 90 degree day) came up and blew some of my spray toward Peanut, which she loved, so I continued to hit her with incidental spray from the hose. She talked and talked and talked, and I had no idea what she was saying but it was a wonderful experience.
We played outside for a good 20 minutes before she started to get cranky and I knew she was getting hungry and thirsty. I asked if she needed a drink, and she responded with "Ahhhhh" her signal that she is, indeed, thirsty. We went inside and had dinner, she played on the couch, I gave her a bath and put her to bed.
These are the fall days that I'll remember forever.
After I changed clothes, we walked out to the mailbox. For those of you not familiar with life in the city, mailboxes are no longer attached to your house or at the end of your driveway. They make things convenient for the mail delivery people, not for the homeowners. That's one of the things I dislike about owning a 'newer' (read less than 25 year old) house. All of the old houses still have mailboxes attached.
However, it does give me an opportunity to let Peanut take a walk that she can handle without getting too tired. Around the block is too far, to the mailbox and back is just right.
So we walked up to the mailbox and back, and she wanted to play on the driveway for a while, crunching in the dead leaves and playing with the rocks. I let Sparky out because he's been getting better and better about staying in the yard. Tonight, he didn't leave our yard once, even when a group of boys walked by.
I watched my daughter playing, I watered some plants, and Sparky sniffed around. A cool breeze (as cool as a breeze can get on a 90 degree day) came up and blew some of my spray toward Peanut, which she loved, so I continued to hit her with incidental spray from the hose. She talked and talked and talked, and I had no idea what she was saying but it was a wonderful experience.
We played outside for a good 20 minutes before she started to get cranky and I knew she was getting hungry and thirsty. I asked if she needed a drink, and she responded with "Ahhhhh" her signal that she is, indeed, thirsty. We went inside and had dinner, she played on the couch, I gave her a bath and put her to bed.
These are the fall days that I'll remember forever.
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