A Pie by Any Other Name Would Smell Trouble
I'm not sure where she learned it, but Pie's new phrase is "Look at me!" It is yelled everywhere for any purpose. While I generally find it amusing, the other folks, um, dining (using the word in its loosest meaning) at Costco weren't impressed when Pie filled her fork with cheese from her pizza, leaped to stand on the bench, waved said fork around, yelling, "Look at me! Look at me!" I tried not to look.
She screams. Oh, does she scream? Did I put the markers in the wrong place? Scream! She can't put the cushion back on the couch? Scream! After running away from me at top speed three times, forcing me to put her back into her stroller? Scream! She didn't want to be pushed in to the table? Oh, wait, she did. Oh, no she didn't? Scream! Just feels like expressing herself? Scream!
Apparently Pie is a big fan of the younger kids in her day care room. But this week, I'm afraid, she had an issue with "gentle hands." In giving a hug to her a littler friend, the hug turned into more of a wrestling match. Um, gee. Wonder where she got that from? Oh, Doodles! Where are you?
For as long as I can remember, Doodles has wandered into our bed in the middle of the night. We've set rules about when he can come in (he must at least first attempt to sleep in his own bed). But for the past week now, Doodles has been spending the entire night in his own bed! All the way through! He wakes up much more chipper than he used to. But then again, he wakes up much earlier than he used to. Guess who we can thank for that. In my half fog of the wee early hours (just before 5 a.m.), I hear murmurs of a conversation coming from the other room. I close my eyes and think, "Just another half hour. Let's make it another half hour." But within minutes, our door flies open and a little person stands in the doorway and yells--yes, yells at 4:55 a.m.--"Hey guys! It's morning time! Pie needs you!" It's always "Hey guys." Where did that come from? And then he flies back to his room to yell, "Hey Pie, they're coming!" And god forbid we don't move fast enough. Back he is, to insist, "Pie wants you to pick her up!" One morning he actually said, "I told her to jump without using her hands but she couldn't do it." Oy. He's masterminding her escape now! I can see her crib vaulting in the not-too-distant future. Do we really need to accelerate the process?
She screams. Oh, does she scream? Did I put the markers in the wrong place? Scream! She can't put the cushion back on the couch? Scream! After running away from me at top speed three times, forcing me to put her back into her stroller? Scream! She didn't want to be pushed in to the table? Oh, wait, she did. Oh, no she didn't? Scream! Just feels like expressing herself? Scream!
Apparently Pie is a big fan of the younger kids in her day care room. But this week, I'm afraid, she had an issue with "gentle hands." In giving a hug to her a littler friend, the hug turned into more of a wrestling match. Um, gee. Wonder where she got that from? Oh, Doodles! Where are you?
For as long as I can remember, Doodles has wandered into our bed in the middle of the night. We've set rules about when he can come in (he must at least first attempt to sleep in his own bed). But for the past week now, Doodles has been spending the entire night in his own bed! All the way through! He wakes up much more chipper than he used to. But then again, he wakes up much earlier than he used to. Guess who we can thank for that. In my half fog of the wee early hours (just before 5 a.m.), I hear murmurs of a conversation coming from the other room. I close my eyes and think, "Just another half hour. Let's make it another half hour." But within minutes, our door flies open and a little person stands in the doorway and yells--yes, yells at 4:55 a.m.--"Hey guys! It's morning time! Pie needs you!" It's always "Hey guys." Where did that come from? And then he flies back to his room to yell, "Hey Pie, they're coming!" And god forbid we don't move fast enough. Back he is, to insist, "Pie wants you to pick her up!" One morning he actually said, "I told her to jump without using her hands but she couldn't do it." Oy. He's masterminding her escape now! I can see her crib vaulting in the not-too-distant future. Do we really need to accelerate the process?
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