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Archive for January, 2005
Mr Potatohead
Coco got some fabulous things for Christmas but strangely the thing she likes best of all is her Mr Potatohead. Mr Potatohead was purchased for her by her older siblings at Disney World. He’s got all sorts of theme park gear like a Mickey Mouse sorcerer’s hat and an ice cream in the shape of Mickey with a bite taken out of it. From the moment he was opened, it was love.
I myself have never understood the charm of the Mr Potatohead. As a kid I thought it was weird. As a parent I think it’s weird.
Layr, a much more accepting and nonjudgmental person, made Coco really laugh once when he took Mr Potatohead’s ear off and put it on top of his head, replacing his hat. She thought that was hysterical.
Mr Potatohead sits on a shelf in Coco’s room, adjacent to her crib. Each morning when I go into her she scampers right up and looks quite glad to see me for a brief moment. Then she points her little fat finger at the Mr Potatohead and says “dah?” Together we walk to the shelf to say good morning. She smiles like crazy at him, reaches out both arms, pulls him off the shelf and hugs him tight. (I have yet to receive one of these bear hugs.) Then the three of us all head into my bedroom where the changing table is.
Last night Layr went in to get the girl just before eleven for one last nurse. That is part of our nightly routine, the hope being that this last feeding will prevent dead-of-night wakefulness. It’s not always successful. Anyway, I heard him chuckling in there. When he came back into our bedroom he explained that when he picked Coco up, she was half asleep and a bit disoriented, but she pointed her finger at Mr Potatohead, and said, “dah?”
A Match Made in Heaven
This morning Layr made the three of us pancakes. It was a great treat for me mostly because I had an awful stomach virus this week and have eaten almost nothing since Thursday. Anyway, Minky hadn’t eaten pancakes before and of course loved them instantly. In fact, she’s still clutching one right now in her while in the same hand she’s clutching the remote control.
Anyway, Mink ate up the pancake like crazy. After the initial thrill of seeing her enjoying her breakfast I turned my attention to the paper. A bit later Layr said, “look.” There was Coco leaning over the side of her high chair feeding blueberry pancake to Rocky. He patiently licked at her fingers until she opened them up enough to release the pancake – so much more polite than when I feed him.
Ah, a match made in heaven.
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Happy New Year
Ahhhh…..Christmas. Last year I spent most of the holiday lounging around because my midwife had put me on bedrest. This year I ran around like a lunatic. The frantic pace let up a little after Christmas but not entirely.
This morning I drove my mother and sister to the airport. Once I got home I took it easy until dinner time and now, at 7:30PM, I feel like going to bed.
A couple of amusing things.
Coco has really started to rebel against car trips. Once buckled into her carseat, she cries and cries. Layr, brillant husband and father that he is, figured out that singing songs soothed her. The songs can’t have words, just la las. Several times over that past couple weeks, different members of my family have all sung Christmas carols to Coco while riding somewhere. Looking foolish doesn’t seem to concern anyone. It made me laugh several times at the way we all heartily belted out Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer or Jingle Bells in la las. Coco signs along, too.
The other very amusing thing that has nothing to do with the holidays happened to Layr this morning at the dentist. He was having a crown put in and had told me a couple times about this teeny tiny screwdriver/torque wrench device the dentist used. Well, Layr was peacefully relaxing in the chair – one of the few places lately he feels that he can really relax, he told me – as Dr Kraft got to work. Suddenly he jolted up, coughing, because of something in his throat. Dr Kraft looked stunned as they both realized that the teeny tiny screwdriver had been swallowed.
Now, that’s funny.
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