Both Stinkerbelle and I have colds. And we’re stuck inside because it is cold outside.
So I give you: randomness from my day.
- That Baby is SO my kid, Part I. Stinkerbelle LOVES to jump… and jump and jump and jump and jump. She’ll jump along to whatever music is on her videos, the Sesame Street theme and some Barney songs being current faves. She will often times run over to the kitchen from the living room to jump, maybe because she gets better traction on the tile or something. Anyway, it’s pretty funny to watch. Daddy jokes I’ll have her on a jump training program before kindergarten. The way she’s going, I won’t have to.
- That Baby is SO my kid, Part II. She loves music, and for the last couple of days has been walking around making a “Ssssssssssssssss” sound. The reason? Because we were singing “Benny and the Jets” together — you know, the Elton John song. And in the chorus he sings “Benny and the Jetssssssssss” and draws out the “ssssssssssss” really long. Well, so did we… and then we would bust into giggles. So now it’s a thing.
- That Baby is SO my kid, Part III. She likes Doctor Who. Tonight we watched an episode over dinner. When it was over, she was madly signing “more” as the credits rolled. She even started to cry when we told her “All done”. When we told her “no”, and that it was bedtime, she said “Bye bye Doctor” and gave him a little wave.
- A little distraction never hurt anyone. We are heading into day 40 of our 100 Day Challenge of exercise. I can’t believe we’ve made it this far. I am riding the bike a lot, and I have a confession to make. While I ride, I have my computer on. It gives me something to keep my mind off the sweating and the hard work and the OMGWTFISITOVERYET feeling I always have. Sometimes I surf, other times I watch TV. Recently? I’ve been watching Top Gear. I know. And I don’t even like cars.
- Low Poo. I have recently gone on a low poo kick. No, sadly, this does not mean I am changing fewer poopy diapers. (I WISH! In fact, quite the contrary, as my darling girl has molars coming in, so we’re getting some NASTY diapers.) No, it means I am embarking on an experiment to use less shampoo. I have straight, fine hair, and I’ve been complaining recently that it has been getting dirty really fast — like 12 hours after washing. I put it down to changes with age, but then I did some reading. I think the problem may be that I was washing it too often. So I am no longer washing it every day. (Cutting it out entirely is No Poo; I am merely using it less, which is Low Poo.) Instead, like I do with Stinkerbelle’s hair, I am trying washing with shampoo less frequently, and doing a conditioning rinse in between washings. I’m just in the first week but it seems to be working well.
- Look at Dorothy Domestic over there. I am doing a bit more cooking these days, which has been nice. This morning, I made a big batch of alphaghetti for That Baby. I am going to make a big pot of corn chowder this week, and hopefully some cookies made with Splenda for the diabetic to have a treat. And I may even take another whack at making bread, if I get brave. It has been hard to cook with Stinkerbelle underfoot, but she’s getting to an age where she doesn’t mind playing independently for short periods, so I can sit her down at her desk with some crayons or whatever and it buys me a little time to prep and cook stuff.
- I can haz sick day? I have a cold. It’s not a bad cold. It’s one of those colds where you’re really tired, and your eyeballs feel like they are made of flannel and weigh 3 pounds apiece, and your throat feels like you swallowed a small box of broken glass. But no sneezing or coughing or runny nose (yet — mind you, my sinuses feel like they’re sort of half-filled with cement, so you never know). Anyhoo, tomorrow is — WAIT FOR IT! — swimming lesson day. And I really REALLY don’t feel like trucking down to the pool and getting into a swimsuit and plonking into a cold pool. Nor do I want to spend time making sure there’s a safe distance between Stinkerbelle and Abby the Cannibal. BUT… it’s not for me, it’s for That Baby, right? So I should just suck it up and go, right? Damn. I knew you were going to say that.