Jump Roping
"Hey Mama! Hey Mama! I wanna show you a fing!"
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While we were at dinner this evening, Shrike gave Peeper this pretty blue caribiner to keep her entertained. Later, at Target, for some reason, she decided to stick it on her ear. As you can see, Peeper found that quite entertaining, too.
Categories Daily Peep, Peeper
Peeper and I went to First Friday this evening. We got there late, and didn't do much, but we did run into T and her girls, and went for ice cream with them.
Peeper and K (age 5) were having a great time running and dancing around. After they'd left, I stripped off Peeper's ice creamy dress, and used the relatively clean back of it to clean up her ice creamy hands and face, and then let her run off a bit of the sugar rush before loading her into the car.
The other patrons were quite entertained. As was I.
Categories Daily Peep, Peeper, Video
Categories Peeper, Tot School
Mama's camera card was busy all day, dumping its stash of photos into the computer, so this is all I've got.
Categories Daily Peep, Peeper
Okay, so she says "God dammit mess" and "jackass" but she also says "Does it stick very well?" and "He's on the train without falling down." And "also."
Categories Daily Peep, Peeper, Video
Shrike was on jury duty yesterday and today, so she was off work this evening. We went out to Ruby Tuesday for dinner, and when I mentioned that I was considering the salad bar, Peeper just had to have some, too. She said "yes" to every item I offered, as we were filling our plates, and actually ate many of them. She also had one of those incredible cheesey garlicy biscuits, and a good bit of macaroni and cheese.
This was after the waffle and bacon for lunch!
Oh, and that slash on Shrike's cheek? Courtesy of Peeper's nails, which I trimmed a day too late.
Categories Daily Peep, Peeper, Shrike, When Babies Attack
Don't worry, her teeth are fine. Well, we assume they are, but I guess we really have no way of knowing . . . .
I noticed a couple of weeks ago that the one filling that she has, on the front of one of her top front teeth (the one that's not capped) seems to be chipping off again. Even I (without my reading glasses) can see the edge of it, and food is getting caught underneath.
She's not due for a checkup until September, so we figured we'd better go ahead and take her in to get it fixed up.
She and I were on our own for the appointment, because Shrike had jury duty today, so I wasn't thrilled about that (mostly because of the hour drive each way) but she loves our dentist, so she was all excited about going.
About half way there, though, we ran into a big ol' traffic jam (I assume there was a wreck up ahead) and by the time we worked our way up to the point at which they were diverting the traffic off of the interstate and onto to the highway that runs parallel to it, it was time for the appointment.
So, I pulled onto the shoulder long enough to look up the phone number and call, then switched to speaker phone (that state - next door to ours - has a no-handheld-cellphone law) and called to let them know.
I was hoping they could fit us in after lunch, but her afternoon was full, so we had to reschedule for next week.
Peeper was crushed.
I was put on hold while the receptionist checked on openings, and while I was waiting, I told her that we weren't going to make it there today. By the time the girl came back on the phone, Peeper was wailing, "Deeeennnntiiiiissssst! Deeeennnntiiiiissssst!"
I told her, "I know this isn't going to change anything, but I just want you to know that my two-year old is in the backseat crying because she can't go to the dentist."
By the time we were back on the interstate, she was also crying for goody, so I pulled over at a Waffle House, because I'd seen a sign saying that kids eat free on Tuesdays.
In fact, I'd let our MOMS Club activities director know that, and we've got a "breakfast bunch" scheduled for at local one later this month.
When I asked what it is that she would get for free, I found out that it's only 2 - 6 pm on Tuesdays! Who eats waffles at 2 - 6 pm?
So, I had to send out a correction and apology to the MOMS Club folks. "Hi, I'm an idiot. Love, Your President." Just love when that happens.
Peeper did get her money's worth out of her paid lunch, though. We shared a breakfast combo, and she ate an order of bacon and about 3/8 of a (plate-sized) waffle, plus a bit of toast crust, the rest of the little tub of butter, some milk and a good bit of my decaf coffee. And nursed before and after.
That is a ton of food, for her.
Categories Misadventures, Peeper
For the second time in a row, a MOMS Club pool party was on swimming lessons day, so we figured we'd better not go - but, as luck would have it, Shrike's nephew's birthday dinner (14!) was this evening, right at lesson time, so we went to the pool party for lunch, out for dinner with the family, and will make up swimming lessons on Wednesday.
It's the first time this summer that we've actually swam (swum?) in the outdoors and sunshine. I bathed Peeper in sunscreen (as I do everytime she plays outside) and reapplied about four times.
Myself, not so much. I sprayed down, but evidently did a kind of crappy job of it on my back. I'm not sore, just a bit red and a little itchy. Next time I will ask one of the other moms to help me out. Another advantage of spray-on sunscreen!
In other news, Peeper had a great time!
The Michelin Baby!
(Courtesy of our friend D who gave us this floaty suit, plus two or three others, and a ton of clothes!)
Categories Daily Peep, Peeper
