Weekend Bits and Bobs

What with the next issue of TheWholeMom.com coming out on Wednesday, and working hard to set up some kind of useable site for Annika's Internet Insurance Policy, finding a few moments to fill you all in on Frances's latest adorableisms has been tough--but for Monday and Tuesday I will be trapped in the world's most boring symposium (which means I likely won't be able to comment anywhere), and will have no computer access until after Frances goes to bed--so it's now or never. Or Wednesday. Whichever comes first.

But Wednesday would be cruel, and besides, I have something Big and Exciting planned for Wednesday (and if that makes you curious, and I hope it does, you'll just have to come back). So today it is.

I don't know where to start.

Maybe with our book selection process not 20 minutes ago:

"Are you going to pick a book, Frances?"

"Yeah. Once Upon a Potty!"

"You want to read Once Upon a Potty?"

"No. Olivia!"

"You want to read Olivia?"

"Yeah."

"OK, I'll get it out."

Frances shakes her head.

"No? No Olivia? All right, pick a book then."

"I pick Belly Button Book."

"You want the Belly Button Book?"

"Yeah."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"OK then."

Or maybe I should tell you about yesterday, when she was looking for her Little People girls, and I handed her the princess:

"Princess!" she says.

"Yeah, it's the princess. What is she wearing?"

"A shirt."

"Oh, is it a shirt?"

"It's not a coat. It's a shirt."

All right then.

Maybe you would like to hear how when I left her with her play-doh for two minutes on Saturday to get the comics out of the paper, I turned to see her with a suspicious blue tinge ringing her mouth.

"Frances! Did you eat your play-doh?"

"Yeah."

"Frances! Open your mouth."

Fortunately, she did, and I managed to scrape out a good chunk of it. But her tongue and teeth stayed blue for the rest of the day.

Maybe you'd rather read about when we went to my parents' house yesterday, and Frances reaquainted herself with my Mom's two yorkshire terriers, Pudding and Lexi. She loves it when Pudding licked her hands (he's the bold one; Lexi is paralyzingly shy and spent the whole evening cowering in my Mother's shadow). So whenever he did she would hold out her hand again, and say, "Pudding, tickle my hand again! Tickle my hand again, Pudding!" If he ran away, she chased him. "Pudding, come back! Come back here! Come back and tickle my hand again!"

Or maybe you'd all rather hear about how she has learned to "jump," and I use the quotes because her feet have yet to leave the floor. Instead she bends her legs deeply, straightens them, and steps forward with a little skip. It is a quite serviceable pretend-jump, and she does it over and over and over again. Especially from a plastic Mr. Potato Head bucket lid left on the floor.

Or maybe I should brag that I heard her count to sixteen the other day.

Or maybe you would like to know that several of her Little People, Thomas the Tank Engine, Percy, Mr. Topham Hatt, and a few Little People horses all had a tea party this afternoon. Maybe you want to hear that she is singing Old MacDonald over the monitor, moo mooing away like a real bovine champ.

But as delightful as this all was, the best for me was that she did not spurn me (much) this weekend. She let me pick her up! And hug her! And kiss her toes! And carry her into the basement!

So if I was busy working on Annika's page, and TheWholeMom.com, I was also busy soaking up my little girl's affection before she decides once again that she has somewhere better to spend it. And it was lovely.

Posted by Andrea at February 12, 2006 8:33 PM under Beanie Baby Brags

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