We thought if she went with her cousin Kayla who is 3, that she would get the concept faster. Which she did.. by the third house she was running up to the front door and reaching for candy and stuffing it in her bag..even going for seconds..
But then we came to a house with a cat. The cat was on the other side of the glass door and very curious about everything… and Aria really wanted to see the kitty. She forgot how to trick or treat.. she took something from the lady’s basket and just held it..”hi ki-y ki-y.”
I said, “put it in your basket,” so she tried to put it back in the lady’s basket. We both laughed and said, “no, put it in your basket.”
With her eyes still glued to the kitty she pulled something out of her own bag and offered it to the lady.
The lady looked at me and chuckled, “I think she wants to trade me for the cat.”
My adorable little tot is such a little angel… sometimes 🙂
Like when I was trying to do dishes and she kept wanting to be picked up, I handed her the Swiffer with no cloth or anything on it and asked her to help mommy clean. For a good 5-10 minutes she wandered around the kitchen and kitchenette pushing it around and running into things, and banging it against the floor, but determined to get the floor sparkly clean.
Also, yesterday morning she was feeling spirited so I took her with me “out.” We started at one of the grocery stores and as we were walking in she was sooo excited she was “yay”-ing and bouncing on my hip. I felt kind of bad about my little girl getting excited about grocery shopping, so once we left there we just went straight to the park. She loved that. It was so cold though, that we only stayed for 30 minutes, and she didn’t love that. But she ran around, climbed, picked up leaves, had a blast in the swing, and in general was very smiley and squealy.
But then last night she couldn’t sleep. I’m not sure what’s going on, if it’s teething, or if she’s getting another cold, or if she’s over-tired, over-rested.. this is all just so hard. She kept waking up, and after waiting a bit to see if she could put herself back to sleep, and couldn’t, I would go and hold her in the rocking chair. Each time she’d fall asleep in my arms rather quickly. She was just so adorable.. my little angle with rosy cheeks, snoring in my arms.
Wait, why does she have rosy cheeks?
The cheeks made me wonder if it was the new sheet I’d put on. It was between smooth cotton and fuzzy, and I was worried maybe it was rough against her face, so in the middle of the night I changed her sheets while she stood on the floor crying, pressing herself against my legs. I had set her in the rocking chair but she wanted to huddle against my legs. So cute, but rather difficult when trying to lug about a mattress (albeit a small one).
I sang and rocked and she fell asleep and I moved her to her crib, and though she woke up, she did go back to sleep on her own, but woke up again later. So maybe it wasn’t the sheet. The next time I tried a bottle, and the time after that some Tylenol.
We didn’t sleep so good last night. My poor little girl. And she still woke up by 8:30 today, and wouldn’t take a nap so Grandma Z took her off to cousin Kayla’s house to play. I hope she can sleep tonight.. although I really do love the chance to hold her when she’s all snuggly and adorable. My little angel.
Aria and I just had lunch, then after lunch snacks, then dessert.. well she did. Meaning lunch, then yogurt covered cheerios (thanks to this recipe/idea), then some grapes and cheese, then a cookie…
Apparently it wasn’t enough.
I thought I’d give her tummy some time to digest it all a bit, so took her into the living room and put on Sesame Street. She was bobbing to the music and I looked down to check my computer (working). She came over to me making the “more” sign, but my boss was messaging me so I became engrossed in responding to her.
Less than 60 seconds later I heard a small crash in the kitchen.
I jumped up and ran to see what had fallen, and there was Aria, standing by the trashcan. She’d pulled out the old bag of grapes I’d just thrown away, with nothing left but stems and a few grapes I’d passed up… and at least one of those grapes were in my daughter’s mouth.
At first I scolded her for A) getting into the garbage, B) eating out of the garbage, and C) eating unwashed grapes… that was just all kinds of eew. Not to mention the grapes weren’t cut in half, so also a choking hazard.
I held my hand up to her mouth and told her to spit it out. She did, and not only was it a squishy grape but also a bunch of stems still attached. I think she was actually kind of grateful to get that out of her mouth because it didn’t feel right.
She then waited somewhat patiently while I got out fresh new grapes from the fridge and washed and halved them. Now she’s happily watching Sesame Street with her grapes and cheese. Oh wait.. she’s making the “more” sign again…
I just spent 20 min trying to find my phone. I had been on the phone when I got home, so I knew it was inside. And I remember setting it down on the counter, but must have picked it up again, because it was no longer there.
I kept calling it from the home phone, but it was on vibrate so I was quietly playing Marco Polo, honing in on the location little by little, phone call by phone call. I couldn’t tell if it was in something, or maybe in a room upstairs, but it was definitely the most audible from the kitchenette.
Buzz buzz buzz…..buzz buzz buzz. I searched my bag, turned over stuff on the table, even tried looking in the room above the kitchenette…
Then it occurred to me that maybe I wasn’t the last one to have it. Maybe I should be looking from a lower vantage point.
I searched the cookbook shelf, the drawer with Aria’s bibs, and finally opened the pantry door. I was just starting to call it again when I saw it. Stuffed in the bottom shelf of the door hanging thing.
When had she done that?????
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