Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Saturday, February 25, 2012
I'm not exactly sure how much time I spent at my grandma's house when I was a little girl, but for some reason I think it was a lot. Most of the time, I dreaded the visit because we had to do chores for her, and they were nasty chores. Like going down in her cellar to fetch her laundry. Or going in the super scary storage below her deck to get her gardening tools for her. But there were three things that I loved to do at my grandma's house. The first was, of course, take candy from her candy dish; what kid doesn't love to do that? Second was to count all the butterflies in her house. My grandma loved butterflies and she had them everywhere you could possibly put butterflies - butterfly knickknacks, butterfly paintings, butterfly pins, butterfly dishes, and so on. So I would go all around the house in every room, even her closet, and count the butterflies. I wish I could remember what kind of numbers I came up to - I think it was nearly 200, maybe more.
The third thing I loved doing, which is also the reason for this trip down memory lane, came to my mind this morning as I was preparing the meat for tonight's dinner. I was the happiest at my grandma's house when she busted out the pink and blue Styrofoam trays that raw meat was packaged in.
Yes, you read that right, I played with raw meat packaging. My sister and I would cut it into shapes, color on it, trace patterns on it. It was so much fun, we could spend hours with it. And you know she only washed it with water and dish soap. Can you imagine if I gave my daughter raw meat packaging to play with today?*** I would probably have Child Protective Services called on me for attempting to give my daughter E.coli or salmonella poisoning! It's a shame, too, because I'm telling you, those things were fun!
***I inserted the picture after I wrote the content of the post...so I discovered that I can buy 1000 trays that have never had raw meat on them for only $34. I'm seriously considering this!
Friday, February 24, 2012
Im elated at how well Addy handles having a three month old in the house nearly 40 hours a week. I've been watching Baby J for four weeks now, and she still gets excited every time he gets dropped off. When he's not here, she repeatedly asks where he is (baaabeee? *head tilted, eyebrows cinched*). It's adorable. Her only moments of showing jealousy come when I'm giving Baby J a bottle; she cries and whines and sometimes throws a full blown tantrum. She does it because she wants to help me feed him, but if I let her try, she just takes the bottle in and out of his mouth, which of course results in a pissed off baby. But this past weekend, Grandma Susan supplied a fix:
So now we can feed and burp our babies together! She is quickly becoming very attached to her baby, carrying her around and giving her kisses all the time. Thank you Grandma Susan - both for helping ease a source of conflict, and for introducing Addy to the wonderful world of role playing with a baby doll!!!!