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I never told you about the weekend *before* Thanksgiving. It wasn’t terribly exciting, but I had the entry all typed up and ready to go, and then everything went pear-shaped.

It was errands on Saturday and cleaning on Sunday. On Saturday we discovered the down side to sippy cups. See, Charlotte categorically rejected bottles the week before. She decided that she was DONE with that garbage, but we hadn’t managed to get her to use a sippy cup. She wanted a regular cup. Which is fine at home, but daycare doesn’t have that kind of time. The thing she couldn’t wrap her little head around was the necessity to tip the cup. She also hated the plastic spouts. So I found one with a straw that goes all the way to the bottom, and a valve – the valve is very important, as I don’t really want everything I own covered in milk. That week one afternoon she finally figured it out, and that, as they say, was all she wrote. So now I can let her have a cup of either milk or water and she can drink whenever she’s thirsty. That’s great, right?

Saturday we ran to the mall for some things after she got up from her nap. Chief among them were a particular pair of shoes that I wanted for her. Or “sock clamps” as we are referring to them. We also did a little window shopping, and then headed out. I had intended to change her before we left the mall, but I forgot until we were in the parking lot. Since the next stop was supposed to be Babies R Us across the street, I figured I’d do it there – it had only been a couple of hours since her last change, it would be fine. When we got in the car, I did a mental juggle for time, and decided to scrap the stop at Babies R Us (I also couldn’t remember why the heck I needed to go there, so it was going to be a fishing expedition,) head straight to Wal-Mart for lamp harps, and then go home. We got to Wal-Mart, found the harps – and I realized that she was wet. Really wet. Really, really “that’s not where you spilled some water from your cup” wet. So I took her into the ladies room and stripped her. I was able to put her sweater back on her, but the onsie, pants, and diaper cover were sodden. I ended up going to the baby section and buying a pair of pants for her to wear home. Sure enough, when we got to the car, the car seat pad was soaked too.


Less than an hour later, at home – she was so wet that the pants were wet through (remember, we’re using cloth diapers. They don’t have the… capacity of disposables.) We double diapered her for bed that night. It was the right choice.

We’re going through a whole lot more diapers – now that she’s controlling her own liquid intake I’m changing her every hour instead of every two. She’s become the poster child for “I’m a little teapot.” But she’s not dehydrated!

Sunday was just the two of us, as Bob went down to Groton for a well deserved day playing Battletech with the boys. I did laundry. Lots and lots of laundry. I started the washing machine around 10:00am, and it ran continuously (except for one shower break) until 10:00pm. Charlotte “helped” me fold. You can imagine how that went. Generally though, she played with her toys or followed me around as I picked up the downstairs to get ready for Bob’s family to visit on Friday. Then it got quiet.

We’ve reached the stage where “quiet” equates “what’s going on that I don’t approve of?” No sounds from the baby is definitely something to investigate. I came around the corner with the laundry basket to discover that she had used the ottoman as a stepping stone to climb up into the chair – where she was looking for further places to go. She’s uninterested in walking, but she’s climbing. She did it four more times until I finally took the ottoman away, and then she tried to do it without.

Houston, we have a climber.



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Dec. 2nd, 2009 06:13 pm (UTC)
water in, water out
First off let me thank you for a much-needed laugh! I really do like the way you string things together.

Victoria went through that stage too, but without giving up bottles.

My biggest irritation with sippies & straw cups is how tough they are to get clean without an automated dishwasher.
My brainstorm? Pipe cleaners. They fit into straws, the fuzz carries the soap, they're cheap... voila.
Rob's reaction was priceless: "Wow, we're using pipe cleaners to CLEAN PIPES!"

I'm also keeping a beach pail in the car for carsickness of one sort or another...
Dec. 2nd, 2009 06:53 pm (UTC)
Re: water in, water out
Oh yes - the bottles are gone. They all hit the trash.

At least we don't have to fight to get the bottles away from her. Another battle dodged.
Dec. 2nd, 2009 06:25 pm (UTC)
My brother John is 8 years younger than me. He was a complete terror. The mantra in our house when it got quiet was "go and see what John is doing and tell him to stop."

Enjoy -- at least she's still small enough to be removed from trouble. Teh C0llidge St00dint is far too big for that!
Dec. 2nd, 2009 06:52 pm (UTC)
My mother commented about my brothers that she never worried when the noises from upstairs sounded like they were killing each other - she worried when it got quiet.

She is still small enough to be physically removed from trouble. The problem is that she has the toddler's one-track mind that takes her right back there over and over and over and over and over....

"Focus," I believe is what they call that in the business world.
Dec. 2nd, 2009 08:34 pm (UTC)
I remember when I had the flu back in January 2001... Husband was online (which means oblivious to anything short of a bomb blast within 100 yards), and the kids were quiet. Which turned out to mean that they had found the box of grouting powder from the craft box. My mother had to come over to vacuum every upstairs room twice, and we were still removing powder from things a year later. And most of this was in the same room as the husband, and given the spread of the stuff, it must have taken them at least 10 minutes.
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