Yesterday, I bought Eliza some big girl shoes. They look much cuter on
than the photos give them credit for. After lurching about worse than
usual yesterday, she seems to be getting the hang of the shoe thing today.
I stopped by Dick's sporting goods today and was thrilled to find these
exact shoes being offered in the women's section. Turns out they had put
kids' shoes in the women's section for some reason (in a largish size).
They guy offered to go find them for me in a women's size — in brown.
I explained haughtily that I was not looking for such a boring color and
told him that if they didn't have them in pink, I didn't want them at
all, and stomped out of the store. I have done extensive searches online,
and apparently, "athletic sandals" are not available in bubblegum
pink. I am seriously bummed.
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Climbing into a Pampers box and gnawing on the phone cord? What's so weird
about that? (DSS workers: Upstairs phone is unplugged precisely because
of her fascination with the above.)
Baby is all Picasso-y because she is wriggling around trying to figure
out how to put on the pair of my underpants that she has fished out of
the laundry. What she does is she holds them up to her, then wraps them
around her waist, then lets go. When clothing items falls off, procedure
is repeated, ad infinitum.
Baby who is slightly perplexed by the point of this "bra" item
she has fished out of the laundry during one of her sorting binges and
is trying to figure out how to wear it.
Baby requisitioned box of Kix cereal. Dumped same on kitchen floor. Then
put in glass one by one. Then ate. Then Mama swept the kitchen.
Baby who loves her stuffed kitty very, very much.
Tiny housewife sorting her laundry
A Photo Essay:
On Friday, I decided to let Eliza
tackle a meal of non-finger foods by herself. I figured, she needs
to learn sometime and the dress is already dirty, what could happen.
Well, I was going to write an entry
describing the process, but I think the photo speak for themselves.
As if there was any doubt who is Eliza's greatest influence, check out
the chewmarks on these shoes. The right shoe was attacked thigs morning,
the left happened this afternoon.
What Eliza doesn't know is that this is actually the sandbox she's getting
for her birthday. Clearly, that she technically can't play with it yet
is not a problem. She's entered a climbing phase (hello, heartstopping!)
and, espying the turtle, clambered aboard without a second thought.
Apparently, Pooh needs a purse. Between this and the fact that "shoe"
was one of her first words, I think we definitively have proof now that
the child is genetically related to me (yeah, because the extremely graphic
photos of her popping out of my body, they are totally inconclusive).
Baby asleep in weird butt-in-the-air stomach position
Baby wants cheese. Right now. Small matter such as plastic wrapping will
not deter her, dammit!
Alstroemeria from my birthday bouquet
Browsing the binky shelf
But Moooooooom, ALL the cool kids sit around in old Bruce Springsteen
concert T-shirts, clutching used toothbrushes!
Tragically Unclear on the Concept: The Potty
One year ago last Thursday, I looked like this!
This is the card Eliza gave me for Mother's Day. I'm not sure which is
more moving, the artful shading of the bear's cheeks with red pen, the
poignant blue crayon booger she drew under his nose, or the decisive red
and blue slashes on the bunny.
Eliza's first modeling gig. This picture was taken sometime back in November,
and it's finally running now. This was for Family Fun magazine. We got
$50 and 2 copies of the magazine for her effort. Ya know, now that I think
about that, and given that this magazine is owned by Disney, I think maybe
we sold ourselves kinda cheap...
Many things came to mind when I spotted this candle with bite-marks courtesy
of Eliza, but the main one was, "Huh."
Now and Then
Check out these two photos. The first is of Eliza at 2 days old (and remember,
she was a large-ish baby), and the second was a week ago, when I stuffed
her into the same car seat for comparison's sake — needless to say
this didn't last long.
In the category of "It's about damn time!" we find this entry,
the bleeding heart. I have been nursing this anemic, runty little plant
along for 2 years now, and finally, approaching its third summer, it has
decided to bloom. Is it the protective chili powder coating (see leaves)?
The fact that I transplanted the elephant hosta that used to live next
to it? Or did the goody-two-shoes astilbe just finally shame him into
it? Who knows...
Unpopular breakfast bar plus stompy baby plus un-vigilant mama equals
Eliza is very generous with her binkies. Often, she feels that I need
one and takes the one she has in her mouth and stuffs it in mine. In this
case, she was carrying around a spare binky, and decided to share that
one. She thinks it is the heigth of hilarity to then yank it out. And
put it back. And yank it out. And ...
Eliza was fussy after the bath, and the only thing that gets her mind
off how very wronged she is by the world (aside from strangers telling
her that she is beautiful) is watching movies of herself. I had her at
a decent distance, sitting on my lap, but she scrambled up onto the office
desk so she could get a closer (Ha!) look.
I think Eliza has been keeping an eye on our cleaning lady. She has a
cold, and because she detests having her nose wiped, I thought I'd see
if I could get her to wipe her own snot. Which she did, once, but then
the second time I tried, she wadded up the Kleenex and started wiping
down the computer screen.
And in case you're wondering, no, I did NOT leave her sitting
that close to the computer screen for a long time; these two things happened
My girl loves herself some flowers. When the crocuses and snowdrops bloomed
I started taking Eliza along on my trips around our yard to look at the
plants that were coming up. As \flowers have started opening up, Eliza
has become more and more enthusiastic about this ritual. Tonight, as I
lifted her out of the car, she smiled and pointed toward the side of the
house, where two flowerbeds currently boast a profusion of bright daffodils
and tulips. Eliza likes to stand and touch them — "gentle!"
I say to her, and she brushes the petals respectfully. I love that she
shares my excitement.
When we adopted Moe from the kitty orphanage, her name was Amber, on account
of her eyes.
They're shorts! And overalls! They're shortalls!
I brought the laundry up, and shortly thereafter I heard fuzting. When
I turned around, I saw that Barney had made himself comfortable amid the
Say it with me: Lahhhhfe is lahhhke a box of tisheeews — you never
know whut you're gunna git...
I think I would like to put mustard on them and put them on a bun and
eat them like tiny hot dogs.
This morning when I went out to my car, I found this on the front lawn.
I think it is a squirrel tail that has become detached from the squirrel.
I meant to take a picture of it then, but didn't have time. And it was
almost like it knew — when I got home, it was still there, then,
gently, blown by the wind, it tumbled, like a really creepy tumbleweed,
down the street.
Eliza has sharp teeth. She bit my shoulder, through my shirt, and left
this welt behind.
I watched a show once where they talked about how, if you threw a cloth
over a dog's head, and it did not freak out but instead worked to get
out from under it, you had a smart dog.
Our child is officially as smart as a smart breed of dog.
Moesie in da Hawse!
When I got Eliza her nifty activity center (5 sides of play! says the
box), the cats immediately requisitioned the box it came in, and now spend
part of every day pretending it's their special play fort. How awesome
is that — 2 species entertained for the price of one!
"She reminds me of some actor in this picture," says Grandma
Texas. Yep. Apparently, if you slap a foam goatee on my kid, she looks
like Gerard Depardieu.
Caspar the friendly towel ghost
She spent a couple of minutes poking and futzing with the kitty before
we put these on tonight.
My friend Nicole V. gave us this book, Corduroy.
Eliza does not have the patience right now to sit still through the whole
story if I try to read it to her.
We have never yet made it to the part where the little girl comes back
the next day.
However, she seems to have some affinity for it that I can't explain,
because she often picks it up and drools all over the cover.
Tonight, she took it to the next level — she picked it up, crawled
over to a good spot, sat down, and started leafing through it attentively
(and might I add, carefully: she didn't crinkle a single page).
Cindy Lauper D.
I got this $3 tafetta skirt from the GAP for no reason other than its
I foresee no occasions that will require a purple tafetta skirt for Eliza
in the near future,
so I figured I'd just get creative, retro style.
The beauty part is, her hair even cooperated with the funky punky-new
wavy look I was going for.
A package of diaperwipes makes an excellent toy.
Somehow, he managed to get this plastic bag full of plastic bags around
And then he tried to play it off all cool and stuff, like he meant to
Today, she was very picky about her food.
The only thing she was interested in was rosemary-olive oil bread.
I love her big puffy diapered tushie.
And it should be noted that the eye-scratching-outly-horrible pattern
and color combo is the result of Mama not wanting to deal with the screaming
that shirt-removal entails. It's going in the wash tomorrow morning anyway
—sleeping in it won't kill her.
The Tubclimber, also known as Ms. Too-Ambitious-for-Her-Tiny-Britches.
This morning, she pulled herself up to standing on the tub, and then she
started leaning waaaaaaay over and lifting her leg up like she meant to
swing it over the side of the tub.
All so she could touch the shiny metal bits. A magpie, that little one
Tragically Unclear On the Concept— An Interspecies Photo Essay,
Part 1: The Cat
Tragically Unclear On the Concept— An Interspecies Photo Essay,
Part 2: The Kid
There was vile hissing and such,
and then Barney walked out with this sticking out of his mouth.
The Claw of Death.
Do not lock the kitty in the bedroom, for his punishment will be swift
and severe. Just as soon as he figures out how to open the door, that
Tragically Unclear on the Concept, the Continuing Series: Cat
Sprawling tired baby
Some of these were taken over the weekend while I had no web access.
Moe is a gorgeous cat, but she is singularly unphotogenic. This is her
She sits on the on the banister like this and meows
until someone comes and tells her what a taletnted kitty she is.
Give me this day my daily bread
She who crawls backwards, stuck under the bed
For those of you who have your suspicions about our Godless communist
sorts of ways,
behold Eliza's newest toy, for which we made a special trip to Northampton
Baby who does not believe in wearing both socks