Thursday, August 25, 2022

Update on Day 12

 E. is a lovely child -- except when she isn't. Now that she has settled in comfortably, she is more likely to express her frustration -- with screaming. 'Get into the car, we're leaving.' 'No, no, no, scream, scream, scream...' I was vowing to never put her into the car seat again when it hit me. A miserable summer cold which is now day 5. I have this great cough that makes everyone who hears it say, 'You don't sound good.' No kidding!

Tomi, God bless her! brought me a care package of sugarless throat losenges and tea. Included was a painting book and something else for E. We happily painted ONE page. I knew this was a must be rationed item because after six dots of paint, she wanted another page. It's pretty ingenious: each page has the paints on the top and you just add a wet paint brush. Ain't technology grand?

I discovered today that E does not like (crispy) bacon. Huh. Who woulda thunk it? This kid has eaten everything else I have given her.

Cutisms: I use an electric toothbrush. Now, when E. starts to brush her teeth, she says, "Beep," to turn on her toothbrush.

When backing up on her tricycle, she produced a backup beep beep sound.

Her favorite phrase is, "I help," which I have to admit is one of my favorites too. She helped unload the dishwasher and she dutifully puts her stinky diapers into the diaper pail. We have great fun taking the recycling outside to the bin. I hold the basket and she picks out individual boxes to toss in. I just have to watch her like a hawk because she thinks she can do anything -- like take eggs and milk out of the fridge. Eeek!

So we're getting along great. I'm thinking I should bring my ear plugs with me for when she has a fit. That's an idea. When she doesn't want a bath, which is always, it really echoes and bounces off the bathroom tile. 

Today for the first time in days, I get to go out on my own while she visits her parental units. Wahoo! I get to go to the Post Office and grocery store.

Happy rest of summer (and winter to you, Lesley). I wish you peace.




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