“Carrie more hungry!”

I think we’ve entered the land of bedtime delay tactics. Carrie is *just* falling asleep, two hours after we kissed her goodnight – the first time. First it was “Mommy, Carrie a diaper change!” which was legit. Then she was sobbing “Carrie more hungry” over and over. I decided to take her at her word – despite the fact that she ate well today – and bring her down for a few crackers. After a snack, some water, and a quick toothbrushing, she was back in her crib. A bit later, it was “Daddy, Carrie a diaper change!”, which turned out to not be necessary. A while after that she started screaming something about a boo-boo and needing ice. We didn’t find any boo-boos, of course. Finally, after one more desperate plea for a diaper change she finally settled down.

Total number of trips upstairs by both Denis and myself to get her down: 11. I really hope this is a fluke, because I am *so* not doing this tomorrow night!

Twenty-Three Months Old!

Dear Carolyn,

Today you are 23 months old, just one month away from your second birthday. I just realized today that I ought to get started on your birthday party plans, since I should send out invitations within the week!

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In the past month you’ve started speaking in longer and longer sentences, and even stringing together two or three sentences at a time. You still refer to yourself in the third person most of the time, which I’m trying really hard not to blame on Elmo. And I’ve taught you the inelegant “yeah” as a response to everything instead of “yes”. I never realized that I said that so much until you started speaking just the way I do. Ah, well. At least it’s cute when you say it.

You’ve really started into the imaginative play thing. Not only do you pretend to be a mommy to your baby dolls and pretend to cook food in your kitchen – things you’ve been doing for a while – but you act things out with your little people and have your stuffed animals kiss and hug each other. You still like to build with legos, but you’re really into your kitchen and dolls right now. And I was trying so hard to avoid the girly stereotypes, buying you cars and balls and blocks. Sometimes I wonder if it might just be built into your brain to be a girly-girl, and whatever I do or don’t do won’t change that. (Not that there’s anything wrong with girly stuff, I just want to make sure you know that you can do or be whatever you want.)

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You love to draw on your magna-doodle. You’ll scribble for a bit, say “Mommy, see that!” and tell me you drew an airplane, or a pumpkin, or a “2”. And if I squint and tilt my head just right, I can see what you’re seeing. I’m trying to remember to ask you to describe your picture, rather than saying “what’s that?” because I want to encourage your budding artistic ability. Just today, you started drawing circles too! Real, honest to goodness circles. It won’t be long until you have the fine motor control to knit…
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Your last bottom tooth came in a couple of weeks ago, so you now have all but your two-year molars. You came with me to my dentist appointment last week and got to play with their bin of plastic bracelets and necklaces. After a bit you looked like Mr. T, you were covered with so much bling. Luckily, you were happy enough to help put everything away and just pick out one bracelet at the end.

Oh, and I tossed caution to the wind and gave you peanut butter this month. You absolutely love it, and now I feel guilty for having deprived you of it for so long. At this point the only thing we’re still holding off on (and will for probably another year) is shellfish. I also recently switched you to 2% milk from whole. It’s a little earlier than the pediatrician recommends, but you drink at most 6 oz. a day and I’m more comfortable giving you the BHT-free 2% vs. the non-BHT-free whole milk.

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Sometimes I look at you and you’re acting so grown-up and independent I have to remind myself that you’re not even two yet. Other times…well, there’s no need for any reminders when you’re in the middle of a meltdown. You definitely want to have more control over your life than is necessarily good or safe at the moment. I don’t mind if you want to wear mismatched clothes or would prefer a PB&J sandwich to grilled cheese. The clash of wills comes when you refuse to hold my hand walking down the stairs or insist on a blue cup instead of the green cup you chose and I already poured your milk into. Those are the times I really try hard to remember that you’re not quite two and I’m the adult. Those are also the times when it’s a really good thing that you’re the cutest thing since mini-pumpkins. :)

Love, Mommy

Strong Museum

We finally went to visit the newly re-opened Strong Museum today. I like the changes a lot, although it was a little overwhelming in places. We got there right around when they opened and spent a little less than three hours there, including having lunch, and we didn’t nearly see everything that was new.

The new Field of Play area had some fun things, but it was the most crowded so we didn’t spend too long in there. Carrie really enjoyed the toddler area there despite the fact that there were several kids who were way too big to be in there and were crowding out the smaller kids. (This is a real pet peeve of mine. If your kid is a foot taller than the very prominent “you must be shorter than this line to enter” sign then they shouldn’t be in that area. And if you see that sign and let your kids play in there anyway, shame on you. Nice example you’re setting for your child about following rules.)

Carrie, as always, loved the “old” area. We spent some time in the Sesame Street exhibit, where Carrie sang the alphabet with Elmo and played chess with Mommy. Of course, no trip to Strong is complete without a shopping trip to mini-Wegmans. Carrie picked out a peach, a fig, some oatmeal, a brick of cheese, and a carton of orange juice. And before we left we went back to let her ride the train. We skipped over the other parts of the original section so we could move on to…

Reading Adventureland! There were neat costumes in this section, wizards and princesses and royal capes. A play kitchen with green eggs and ham, as well as velcro’d fruits and veggies that could be cut apart (Carrie *loved* those) and a stove that had a talking chicken in it…I couldn’t quite catch what it said over the noise, but that was a little odd. A chair shaped like a hand next to a pillow shaped like a banana with a small selection of books to read aloud. And there were just tons of little hidey-holes, things to climb into/onto/under, knobs to turn, pulleys to pull. It was all storybook-themed, and I got the impression that it was all fabulous, but this was the part that felt pretty overwhelming.

If Denis hadn’t been there to be another pair of eyes and hands on Carrie I would have been worried about her disappearing somewhere. I’m sure a fair amount of that was just the sheer volume of kids running around and the rather high noise level. A weekday should be much calmer, and when I’d normally take Carrie by myself (or with friends) anyway. All in all, we’d give it 6 thumbs up! (Out of 6, of course – the three of us each have two thumbs, get it?)

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Bzzzz

You know it’s bad when the pest control specialist (aka “the bee guy”) says, “This is strange…”

We’ve had several yellow-jackets in both of our upstairs bathrooms and a few scattered in other rooms on that side of the house (but mostly upstairs) for a couple of weeks now. None of the windows in any of those rooms are open, and the only place we could see an active nest was where the garage connects to the house. The bee guy says that it’s pretty out-of-character for them to walk along the house inside the walls or anything that would get them to where we saw them going in to where we saw them in the house. And they’re pretty sluggish once they’re indoors, so it’s unlikely that they’re flying from room to room.

He sprayed a bunch of outdoor areas, around the windows and doors, and a little attic area in the garage. Hopefully that will reduce the indoor yellow-jacket population to nothing within a few days. I’m not afraid of them – when they’re outdoors, anyway. I’d just strongly prefer that they not live in my house!

(Oh, and I’m totally mortified about where the bee guy was in my house – the living space and bedrooms are all in pretty good shape, but I’ve been a little nervous about cleaning the bathrooms with all those stinging insects crawling around so they haven’t been done in a couple of weeks, and he went in my closet. My closet. The “walk-in” closet that you’d have to be two inches wide to actually be able to walk into if it were clean, and that we use as a place to deposit stuff we have no other place to store. Clothes, too, but not much that we actually wear. I am the worst housekeeper (and pack-rat) ever.)

More Carrie-isms

A couple more interesting words:

oh-pah-mee = oatmeal
lickurd = yogurt

Carrie’s also starting to say things like “Mommy, are you?!?” (as in “where are you?”, not “do you exist?”) and “Look-it!” The longest sentence I’ve heard from her was 5 words long (“Carrie sleep in Mommy bed?”), and she’s starting to string a couple of sentences together at a time now.

Welcome Baby!

My cousin had a little boy today, Ryan Nicholas. He wasn’t due for a couple more weeks, so I haven’t even picked out yarn yet, let alone started knitting his sweater! I guess it’s time to hit the yarn shop!

Barktober Fest ’06

Ack! Jenny’s post from yesterday was a good reminder to me that Barktober Fest is only 11 days away! Since we adopted Murphy from Lollypop Farm we like to participate in this annual walk. It wasn’t a whole lot of fun pushing the stroller around the gravely course last year, but Carrie and I have walked most of the route (stopping to pick up many rocks of course) a few times this summer, so she’s going to walk with us as well.
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Fiber Festival ’06

Carrie and I went to the Finger Lakes Fiber Arts Festival today. It’s tiny compared to Rhinebeck, but very manageable to take a toddler to. Carrie was pretty happy to sit in her stroller and take in the sights, which is quite unusual for her lately. She really enjoyed seeing all the fiber-y animals:


She also really enjoyed the fresh-squeezed lemonade I bought for us to share. Can’t say that I blame her, it was really tasty!

I, of course, made a few fiber-y purchases. I decided before I went that I would not buy myself any more roving, because I haven’t spun anything since last year. Once I actually start using what I have I’ll allow myself to buy more. Yarn, on the other hand, has been moving through my craft room at a fairly rapid pace, so I didn’t have any qualms about adding to that stash.

From left to right: a sheep doll to go with the llama doll I bought for Carrie last year, a poly drive band for my spinning wheel (the twine ones keep fraying), pink 50/50 wool/tencel sock yarn from Ellen’s 1/2 Pint Farm and the Ellen’s Sox pattern to go with it, two skeins of blue Koigu, The Shepherd’s Rug (a book that might help me convert some of my roving stash into braided rugs), 500 yards of a wool bouclé yarn, and a bean soup mix from Healthy Sisters’ Soup & Bean Works. Not pictured: something that is going to someone as a gift sometime before the end of the year.

I know that seems like a lot, but I think I showed fabulous restraint. I seriously considered several lovely skeins of natural tweedy alpaca, ginger-scented sushi-shaped soap, a needle-felted pumpkin kit, and many other hand-dyed goodies that you just can’t find in (most) yarn shops. It’s a good thing we were only there for three hours!

Orange Cabled Hoodie

I was looking for a nice fall jacket for Carrie to wear now that the evenings are getting crisp. I looked everywhere for a heavy corduroy or fleece jacket that would still would fit in the carseat, but I couldn’t find one anywhere. What I did find were sweater-jackets. They were nice, but the only ones that came in Carrie’s size were off-white. So I started thinking, “Well, honestly, I could make one of those.” And then I thought, “Wait a minute, I did make one of those!”

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All it needed was buttons. Remember when I posted about the buttons choices two years ago? I wasn’t in love with either choice, but I was determined to just sew buttons – any buttons – on the sweater. I couldn’t find either set of those buttons, but I did find that my button box had gained four of the perfect size, color and style buttons sometime in the last two years. Carrie watched me sew them on excitedly, and was more than willing to let me put the sweater on her when I was done. It fits perfectly, and Carrie loves it!