TheMommyBlog

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Mood:  bright
...of all the words Daphne says at 18 months:

Daddy
Mommy
Logie (gogie)
Dylan (lblblblan
grandma
grandpa
Molly (usually shouted, followed by “Shhhh!")
Poppo
baby
flower (flowie)
cookie
SpongeBob (but not Squarepants)
Patrick
Gary
Spot
Elmo
up
down
whoa
hey!
stop that
I want to open it
sandal
yeah (never yes)
oh my
no
OK
moon
swing
please
thank you
uh oh
juice
potty
star
book
doggie
meow
woof woof
eye
eyebrow
teeth
nose
belly button (buh buhuh)
banana
apple
airplane
tree
car
bite
mama
yummy
Toast is ready! ("Toasisrehee!")
Want to get out! ("Wannaagehowwwww!")
Where go?
There it is!
bubble
ball
TV
Kipper
Oobie
Blankie
poopy
diaper
water
on
off
big hug
kiss
tickle tickle ("tlatlatla!")
whee
more
bunny
ow
hair
see ya
stop
bye bye
night night
Po
hat
bear

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Mood:  not sure
Today at Jake’s 6th birthday party, Logan rushed up to me saying, “Mommy! There’s a dead squirrel over there!”

“Oh that’s too bad, hon.”

“Come on, Mommy, look!”

“OK.”

“Hurry, Mommy, before he goes to Heaven!”

Tuesday, August 19, 2003

Mood:  special
Tonight is poker night at Ken’s down the street. Testosterone is in the air. And Mommy is all alone with the little angels. We did lots of things like color, play the harmonica, doodle on the doodle pad, read The Lion King. The problem was that everyone wanted exclusive access to whatever was being used as soon as it was picked up. We only read a few pages of the book before we had to abandon it because Daphne was screeching and grabbing pages. Then we got out the doodle pad, and suddenly everyone had an urgent doodle they had been storing up for months. Then I got out the crayons and paper, but everyone wanted to draw on the SAME paper, with the SAME crayon. Don’t even get me started on the doodle pad. Let’s just say it ended with an imitation by Mommy of a waiting sibling: “Can I have it now? Can I have it now? When are you going to be done? Can I have it now? Can I have it now? Aaaaaarrrgggghhh.”

Several minutes later all activities ceased amid muffled threats issued through clenched teeth to brush teeth and get ready for bed or else. Logan, as is his wont, couldn’t resist finding out what “else” was, and went on dental hygiene strike. I left to put Daphne to bed.

10, 9, 8, 7, knock on the door. It’s Dylan, complaining that Logan STILL won’t give him a turn on the doodle pad. I whispered (shouted) down the hall that Logan had better give him a turn or, or, or, ohmygodIneedsomerest. He answered that he wouldn’t give it up until I had read what he wrote on it, and I couldn’t read it until Daphne was asleep, and she wouldn’t fall asleep while Dylan was crying for a turn.

Twelve years later, when Daphne was finally snoring, I went in to see what was on The Tablet.

“What did you want to show me, Logan?”

“It’s over here. Look.”

On the tablet propped on the windowsill next to his bed was the tablet, with “Im sae Mom” written on it.

“Is that how you spell sorry, Mom?”

Yes, sweetie, it is.

Saturday, August 16, 2003

Mood:  celebratory
What a great day--a visit to the grand opening of the new SJSU library (just the opening ceremony--it was too crowded to actually try to go inside), then a 90-minute massage followed by a quick lunch with mom, a little shopping to outfit mom for the fall in Indiana, a flurry of activity at home baking a cake for that night, then dinner at Chez TJ’s in Mountain View. All I can say is: foie gras wrapped around mango on toast, sea scallops with pea coulis and pureed carrot, filet mignon over bean ragout, wild greens, and mango beignets with coconut sorbet and berry gelato. Yummynummynummy. I almost didn’t mind graduating from the 18-34 demographic.

Sunday, August 10, 2003

We are getting ready to go to the pool, so that means putting on a bathing suit. Today’s suit is a one-piece, hot pink with spaghetti straps.

Logan: “Wow, Beatiful Mommmy! You look beautiful!”

Mommy: “Thank you, Logie.”

Logan: “I’m glad that you’re wearing that bathing suit. It’s a very good color. Do you like mine? I know why you like it because it has flowers, and girls just love flowers. And I know why yours is pink, because pink is a beyoootiful color.”

[blushes and digs her toe into the floor]