Day: April 19, 2004

Amy rants “MOm MEE!” and now climbs into my lap to help at the computer. Wow! 5 sneezes! Earlier she said “Dada type” and “Dada’s [d]rink” and “frog frog frog” and “redip reedip”. She just now almost dropped my coffee mug and surprisedily (such a word?) said sharply “Whoa!” Yuck! She is spitting into my coffee mug! OH! No she is saying “Hot” and blowing into the empty mug!

I recorded Amy’s voice and just played it back for her and she got surprised and silenced, stood on my lap, leaning toward the computer, listened for a second said “who dat?” listened some more then said “dat me!”

Just gave Amy some toast with grape jam on it and she touched it to her mouth and declared “Oh!”

Amy has climbed into her high chair, put her seat belt on and is trying hard to get the buckle to work. I guess she is hungry.

I gave her some dry cereal in a bowl and she cheerily said “thank yoooou!”

Tantrum ended when I went near her to clean up a spill that went unnoticed from last night.

She looked up and say “Dada er you doing?”

Now she is staring at the cat saying “Eeeww Eeeww”

I wish I could record her all day!

So much for the good mood. I just threw the baby into a royal tantrum. She had a piece of paper and I didn’t know if it was important or not so I took it away. It got mangled in the process. I should have asked for it as she would have given it over. Handled it very wrong.

“Here’s da da’s phone!” (pointing to my cell phone on hip)

more energy

“Dada phone”

louder and higher energy

“Here dada’s phooone!”

I started bouncing my legs with Amy on my lap and sang “bum bumb bum bum dum bum bum” and she looks up at me making eye contact, covers my mouth with her tiny hand and says “Da da. Stop!”

Wow Amy is so talkative this morning! She has given a strong hug. Grab an incredibly firm pat on my leg to get my attention and tell me she wanted in my lap. Is giving nice kisses and keeps telling me about her “cereal.”

Hehe. She just identified a yellow circle on a poster on the fridge as “look daddy, a moon!”

She is such a pleasure. I can’t put into words how good it feels to have this little person sit on my lap as I type this.

Amy says “Dada! Ceriel[sic]”

I just changed the messiest diaper I’ve ever had. Ok. “Messiest” isn’t right. “Gross” would be better. It was like dried spinach on her cheeks with fresh spinach juice running out the legs of the diaper down to the backs of both knees. Yuck!

hehe! I got scolded (in a happy way). Amy was behind Sarah’s door playing with her magnetic calendar when I opened the door disturbing her play and she smiles, looks up at me with those beautiful blue eyes and says “Daaa Da!” as if saying “Hey! I was doing something.”

I forgot to mention that last night when I came upstairs to investigate a noise, I found Amy asleep in a fetal position with her rump in the air and cheek on the hardwood floor. I felt so bad. I wanted hardwoods for the ease of cleaning and their beauty but with kids it doesn’t seem very practical. Now I can’t afford carpet. I must work harder!

Anyhow, when I came up I disturbed the cat on a hunt. We obviously have a mouse in the kitchen (I’ve found evidence). I know where it lives and the cat does too. She is staring down the gap in the cabinets where the mouse enters and exits. The cat must have been on alert all night long. Earn your keep cat!

Amy is awake.

A New Day!

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This Morning

Had trouble getting to sleep last night. At 1am I finally drifted off. I was torn between sleep and staying up and cleaning. I knew if I stayed up the morning would be hellish but the productivity would have been great.

Got up on the 2nd bell at 6am. Never heard the first bell. I suspect the volume has been turned down.

Expectations. Are they wrong? I keep a reading light on a specific spot on the head board of our bed. That way if I need light in the night I can reach up and grab in and in seconds I can have light. This reading light keeps getting “cleaned” and this morning it was so well hidden that I had to turn on the overhead light, disturbing the wife’s sleep, to find it. My wife has an expectation to not have a cluttered headboard (really a built in book case at the head of the bed). So how do we find a happy medium here? Simple answer. She needs to pick a spot that she likes the reading light to be and I need to know where the spot is.