Wild Child Drive By
Elizabeth was a little confused this morning over the
Santa Claus tradition. I had set out a basket of frogs(bought on eBay) for her and a giant
rainforest puzzle(free from smartkids.com) in the center of the room, so that when she
woke up she would come across it. Like usual she came into our bedroom, saying "Git
Up!" We encouraged her to go look in the family room for her gifts, but she refused.
We told her there were gifts from the spirit of Saint Nick, she asked "Where is
he?" Finally we were able to get her into the living room and notice her gifts but
she refused to touch them, finally we were able to get her to play.
Since we had already opened our gifts, we gave Elizabeth
her gifts from us. She lit up like a Christmas Tree when she opened her ActiMates
Barney(free from Luvs Diapers) and it began to talk. She laughed with glee and so did we.
Next she opened up two Barney videos (free) and a 13 inch Baby Bop(free). I know she
thought she had hit the jackpot because she couldn't stop smiling and wanted to keep
opening presents. I was snapping pictures left and right of her ripping pair and peeking
into boxes. She opened another puzzle, 101 Dalmatians Disney video, and a Super Magna
Doodle (that only cost me $10). She enjoyed playing with the Magna Doodle briefly but her
attention immediately afterwards turned to the Actimates Barney.
I love watching little kids at Christmas. Everything is
magical and fun, and filled with something new.
I was hoping that Elizabeth would play with all her new
found treasures so me and Jeff could get us some one on one time alone. We shut the door
and dove into bed and getting some action when Elizabeth stormed into he room.
Uh-oh, someone forgot to lock the door!
"What are you doing?" she asks, carrying her
new best friend, Barney.
"We are playing." Jeff says laughingly.
So we try to get her to leave the room, but nothing
works. We try to bribe her, we try to coax her, and we try to trick her.
"Daddy naked." She says bluntly.
"Boobies", she comments pointing.
Eventually she left and Jeff got up and locked her out.
Normally we wouldn't do something like this, but when
you have good quality fertile cervical fluid and this is the last cycle before pursuing
infertility treatment you take the chances that the gods give you.
In Depth and Personal
Tonight my grandfather was here and he told us stories
about the war, growing up during the depression and his marriage to a bigamous wife. I
asked him if he would at least record his stories on tape, or write them down for us to
share later on, at least for the great grand children and he seemed to like the idea. He's
almost 80 but seems to be fully intact upstairs. He was a little surprised that I wanted
his stories, a detail of his life either in his own voice or on paper.
The "heathens" were absolutely awful. The
little one jumped up and down on my sofa and both of them terrorized the cats. Elizabeth's
room is destroyed and there is dirty handprints all over the wall. I believe that as I get
older I become more anal. I want things organized and clean and in there proper place. I'm
a bit of a clutter bug myself but not to the extent that I can't go into a room and can
not tell what is trash versus something important.
Overall, I had a good Christmas. I got most everything I
asked for and a little extra. I'm hoping that in nine months I'll get the best gift of
Random Ramblings About My
As soon as our company left we
took down our Christmas Tree.
I hated it. It was the worst tree
I ever had.
It was a Virginia Pine.
My living room looked like the
floor of a forest.
Jeff said I could buy that $249
artificial tree I wanted.
I've listened to the song 32
Flavors sung by Ani Difranco over fifty times in three days.
The highschool band featured on
the Disney Special on ABC was the band from the highschool my husband teaches at.
I've lost 12lbs.
We are out of diapers and toilet
I'm going to the store first thing
in the morning.
If I forgot to say this