Adelle likes to reenact movies and books. She spent a week or so acting out Cinderella. Then starting this past weekend, she began to reenact Kung Fu Panda. She lined up all her figurines in the family room and told me to cover my ears while she shouted “the Furious Five” for the tournament to begin.
Then later on she started “fighting” with Rich and played “nerve attack.” And now, for every meal at the table, she pretends to be Master Shifu and grabs food right off Rich’s or my plate. It’s from the part where Master Shifu trains Po kung fu by using food as motivation. He snatches and eats all the dumplings except for one. At least she is more willing to eat at the table now. We just need to remember to put a little extra on our plate since she eats quite a bit of our food at meals…
Last week I had a couple nights in a row of events – one night was a friend’s baby shower, the next night was another friend’s bridal shower. Adelle is really in to going out with us, so while we were talking about our activities for the week, she let me know she wanted to go with me both nights. I told her I would not be able to take her to the bridal shower, but she could come with me to the baby shower. She agreed, and we went to the baby shower together.
She brought her own crayons and coloring book with her, and she ended up being the only toddler there. And she was very quiet, did her own thing, and of course REALLY enjoyed the cupcake I let her have. About halfway through while my friend was opening her presents, Adelle turns to me and says, “Mommy, I want to go to the baby shower.”
Me, “We’re here at the baby shower.” Adelle, “No, I want to go to the bathroom.” Me, “You need to go potty?” Adelle, “No, I want to go the bathroom for the baby shower.”
I realized I should have explained the term baby shower – she was thinking water fun in the bathroom. I explained the concept to her, and I think she now understands that it is a party where you “shower” the mom-to-be with presents.
Adelle thankfully provided a topic for this week’s blog entry ’cause I was stumped. While at the dinner table last night, Karen forced Adelle to eat a bite of brussle sprouts and Adelle enjoyed the bite so much that she asked for more. The first question that may have come to mind is, “Why did you have brussel sprouts in you house!?” My reply is that it’s Karen’s doing. A few weeks ago, Karen mentioned that she “found” a recipe in a magazine that she wanted to try out. I’ve had good experiences in the past when she’s tried recipes from a magazine, but seeing the small, nasty cabagges on my plate has caused me to ponder on the state of Karen’s food selection.
A second question that may have come to mind is, “what was Adelle thinking!? Asking for more!?” Both Karen and I were shocked that Adelle actually enjoyed the brussel sprouts. Karen plopped several more forks full on the plate and Adelle proceeded to munch those as well. It was a major dissapointment to me to see my daughter actually eating something like that. I thought I had trained her better than that. Karen is obviously having a corrupting influence on Adelle’s eating habbits.
Actually, the brussel sprouts were alright. They were significantly better than I thought they would be and adding cheese REALLY helped.
Every few weeks, Karen and I fail to create a menu for the week which results in meals that are not always well thought out. During those weeks I feel like we are surviving rather than thriving. Usually around 5:00 PM, one of us will ask the other in a hungry, tired, depressed tone of voice, “What’s for dinner?” Since hunger has already started attacking our stomachs, we forgo the effort of making something healthy or tasty and just scrounge through our cupboards trying to find something that LOOKS edible. When even that fails to turn up a decent meal, I must rely upon my many years of survival training during my bachelor years to feed the family and get us through to the next day.
My first training in the art of quick and tasty, yet unhealthy meal preparation was provided by my father. When mom was tired of cooking or out for the night, it was dad’s turn to cook and that meant one thing (because I think there was only one option)…toasted cheese sandwiches and Campbell’s tomato soup! After getting married, I observed that my father-in-law has a similar talent for fixing meals quickly through the use of the microwave and frozen TV dinners. I assume that most fathers have a similar ability.
Since the family was on the verge of collapse due to hunger, I went to the pantry and sought the help of my tried and true companion, the food that has supported nearly every college student, a food that must be nutritious ’cause how could so many college students subsist on it for 4 years without there being any serious and lasting health problems, the always quick and easy to prepare: Top Raman! Luckily, I bought a case from Costco, which has served my family well for many years. Although the expiration date showed August 2008, it cooked up just fine and tasted…well…like Raman. To top it off, I nuked several hotdogs and dinner was served. Judging by Adelle’s reaction, I know that this has become my signature daddy dish.
It’s been nearly a month since Christmas and my body sugar levels have dropped substantially and are now halfway between “Jittery” and “Calm.” I firmly believe that corporate America pushes chocolate during Christmas because it combines two great productivity boosting ingredients: sugar and caffeine. The Christmas season was really special this year. I was off for 18 consecutive days and managed to go to sleep by midnight only 4 times. Additionally, I AMAZINGLY receive only one article of clothing this year…a coat from my mom. I didn’t get socks, shirts, pants, underwear, hat, shoes, or a belt. However, Adelle did receive some pink pajamas that have a VERY noticeable resemblance of the Ralphy’s bunny-suit in the Christmas Story.
Adelle turned 2 on December 29 and that means she was actually able to appreciate and enjoy Christmas…and enjoy it she did. She had her first, second, and 18th sugar high during the vacation..one for every day I was at home. Karen relented on curbing Adelle’s sugar intake and I proceeded to fuel the fire. By December 27, Adelle was saying, “I need a cookie to feel good.”
On another note, I’ve been looking for ways to boost my productivity now that the effects of chocolate are starting to wear off. I’ve found the book Upgrade Your Life to be an excellent productivity boost. The book is a major award I won for submitting a suggestion to www.lifehacker.com . If you don’t feel like spending $25 for the book, there is a companion website to the book at www.lifehackerbook.com and is a condensed version of the book.
It’s hard to believe Adelle is almost 2! She asked me to take this picture of herself a couple of weeks ago as she sat on dad’s computer chair. We are really having a lot of fun watching her grow and develop.
Nearly every night, I help Karen get Adelle ready for bed. I have even managed to put her to sleep all by myself several times. I often select the pajamas Adelle sleeps in, but have found it VERY difficult to find the right outfit for warm summer nights (80 F) caused by the heat wave that has pleagued the Bay area in recent weeks. After mulling the problem over, I hit upon the solution several days later while folding one of Adelle’s 30 pink bunny-suits.
Ever since I folded Karen’s clothing for the first time after getting married, I have inwardly thought and outwardly expressed several times that Karen wears “midget clothing”…bruised arms quickly taught me not to vocalize similar thoughts. When I held one of Karen’s teeshirts up to my chest, it was the size of the logo on my shirt. In short…her shirts are REALLY small.
Well…I’ve started getting mixed up while folding Karen’s and Adelle’s shirts. However, the solution to my “outfit selection issue” was solved when I realized that Karen’s shirts are longer than Adelle’s and would fit PERFECTLY as night shirts. Karen had a good laugh when she saw Adelle walk in for the first time wearing a slightly large teeshirt. However, I’ve been warned “not to let it happen again.” Unfortunately for Adelle, I am going to head her mom’s warning. HOWEVER…some of Adelle’s shirts might just “wander” into Karen’s drawer…that will be a funny site!
So…Adelle has started playing a new game that I THOROUGHLY enjoy. It is by far the best game I have ever heard of. I love playing it EVERY time I get home after work. The game is “Night Night.” The game is played as follows: I get a pillow and lie down next to Adelle’s bed. I then go “night night” by closing my eyes and taking a nap. It’s WONDERFUL. If I ever lift my head off the pillow, Adelle will get off her bed and shove my head back down. It really is a fun game and I HIGHLY recommend playing it with your child if possible.
Karen has recently developed a habit that has me very concerned…she spits on me. After the first time it happened, she proclaimed that she had never done anything like that before. We were eating Mac & Cheese and I told her that my vitamins don’t go in the freezer (I had just opened it up to stick them in without thinking). Next thing I know is I am picking chunks of macaroni off of my plate and shirt.
Later that night, I was telling her about something else (I don’t recall what) while she was brushing her teeth and then she spit toothpaste on me. Lastly, the exact same thing happened two nights ago and I had to toss my shirt in the hamper because it was covered in foamy paste.
What should I do about this issue? Honestly, I don’t mind that she spits on me, but I’m afraid that Adelle might start mimicking the habit or worse yet, a friend might get peppered by her spray. Have you or your spouse dealt with this issue? How did you resolve it? Am I overreacting or will this work itself out over time? Please help!
Rich, Karen, Adelle, and Esther