And here I was going to write a blog once a week...and then life happens. It amazes me how for some people blogging is their life. How do they do it? Where do they come up with all the interesting stuff to write about and then write it in a way that sounds interesting to other people? You got me.
So, really nothing interesting has happened in my life that others might find interesting, BUT, plenty of things that are interesting to me and my little family. The Screamer is still screaming. Oh, I wonder what the future holds. Now she mainly screams when she is going down for a nap and when she bonks her head - which is far too many times.
She is just getting into too many things for me to stay on top of her. How do I let her explore and be happy and yet let her know for the millionth time that the wicker basket which is narrower on the bottom than on the top WILL NOT HOLD HER when she insists on standing up at it? I say "Ah ah, Aletta..." and she looks at me with big, wide mouthed, goofy grin that just screams "I am SO proud of myself. Look at me stand at this. I am SO cool." Really, how is she not amazing??? She not only is prooving to me that she much further ahead than me, but that she will always be one step ahead of me. How does she do that?
Well, today, she decides to go to town in my little pantry cupboard which just happens to be at the perfect height for her. For the most part I don't care that she is pulling things out of there, until it comes to the bottle of Diana sauce, which I explicitely say "ah, ah, Aletta. No." (What she doesn't understand about that is beyond me.) And she proceeds to yank it out anyway, away from me. Well, it falls on her ankle, to which she screams and flails herself forward and does a doozy on her forehead as she connects to that shelf at perfect height. To which she starts screaming louder, hopping up and down almost leaping out of my embrace. Ohhhh, I wonder what the future holds.
One other thing of interest, that isn't about our little Screamer, is that our basement is almost complete (it's been almost complete for a while now) and I just can't wait to declutter and finally move things downstairs from our mainfloor. Like the television. We have this big, huge, honkin old school TV sitting in middle of our beautiful corner window of our livingroom. I hardly even watch the thing, but have been watching it a whole lot more since it has invaded our serene main floor getaway. So I am thinking that once everything has gone down to the basement that I will have my peaceful, serene, calming livingroom back again and I can live life like I did antes Aletta. HA. Will life ever be peaceful again? Our basement looks peaceful right now since no one ever goes down there. But that will be the perfect area for Aletta to play in and hopefully get into less things...everything comes around to Aletta, doesn't it. And here I was so determined not to let a tiny little creature rule my life.
Well, the breeze has just cooled down and it almost looks like it's going to rain. I probably better take the diapers in off the line before I have to defeat the purpose of line drying.
So, really nothing interesting has happened in my life that others might find interesting, BUT, plenty of things that are interesting to me and my little family. The Screamer is still screaming. Oh, I wonder what the future holds. Now she mainly screams when she is going down for a nap and when she bonks her head - which is far too many times.
She is just getting into too many things for me to stay on top of her. How do I let her explore and be happy and yet let her know for the millionth time that the wicker basket which is narrower on the bottom than on the top WILL NOT HOLD HER when she insists on standing up at it? I say "Ah ah, Aletta..." and she looks at me with big, wide mouthed, goofy grin that just screams "I am SO proud of myself. Look at me stand at this. I am SO cool." Really, how is she not amazing??? She not only is prooving to me that she much further ahead than me, but that she will always be one step ahead of me. How does she do that?
Well, today, she decides to go to town in my little pantry cupboard which just happens to be at the perfect height for her. For the most part I don't care that she is pulling things out of there, until it comes to the bottle of Diana sauce, which I explicitely say "ah, ah, Aletta. No." (What she doesn't understand about that is beyond me.) And she proceeds to yank it out anyway, away from me. Well, it falls on her ankle, to which she screams and flails herself forward and does a doozy on her forehead as she connects to that shelf at perfect height. To which she starts screaming louder, hopping up and down almost leaping out of my embrace. Ohhhh, I wonder what the future holds.
One other thing of interest, that isn't about our little Screamer, is that our basement is almost complete (it's been almost complete for a while now) and I just can't wait to declutter and finally move things downstairs from our mainfloor. Like the television. We have this big, huge, honkin old school TV sitting in middle of our beautiful corner window of our livingroom. I hardly even watch the thing, but have been watching it a whole lot more since it has invaded our serene main floor getaway. So I am thinking that once everything has gone down to the basement that I will have my peaceful, serene, calming livingroom back again and I can live life like I did antes Aletta. HA. Will life ever be peaceful again? Our basement looks peaceful right now since no one ever goes down there. But that will be the perfect area for Aletta to play in and hopefully get into less things...everything comes around to Aletta, doesn't it. And here I was so determined not to let a tiny little creature rule my life.
Well, the breeze has just cooled down and it almost looks like it's going to rain. I probably better take the diapers in off the line before I have to defeat the purpose of line drying.
