A day in the life of Squiggles G.

Our darling daughter has discovered the joy of stickers.  I’m pretty sure that good mothers give their kids ONE sticker, OCASSIONALLY, as a REWARD for something awesome their child has accomplished.  But because I am often in need of a few moments to send an e-mail to my boss, load the dishwasher, etc., I sometimes give her entire sheets, which occupy approximately ten seconds of her time.  She usually emerges from these periods with stickers all over her person.

One morning, I dozed off after I showered, and awoke to a much-improved leg.  (I’m not sure where my pants were… don’t worry about it.)

She has also discovered the animated tale of a somewhat whiny pig.  But nevermind the pig.  We usually only watch the first 15 minutes or so.  As far as Squiggles is concerned, the story is about a lovely and awesome heroin named “Baba” (Fern) and a terrible, horrible woman named “Oh no!!!” (Mrs. Fussy) who tries to hit Fern’s baby pig with a broom.  This is so, patently unacceptable to Squiggles, and if I don’t reach the remote in time, the scene ends in hysterical sobbing.

She is also a fan of “Ah ah ah” (Curious George), Ruby, and Max (no names for them… rabbits don’t make sounds).  By the way, where the heck are Max and Ruby’s parents??? 

Aside from stickers and TV, Squiggles occupies her days either at daycare or at Iowa’s home (Ivy’s house).  She enjoys daycare, and her teachers tell me she is the only one in the class who hangs up her jacket after a walk or helps clean up after an activity.    But nothing can compare to Iowa’s house.  She asks to go to Iowa’s house about a finity times per day. 

She has inherited my (ha ha ha… not so much… I meant “her father’s”) obsession for routine and order.  If there is a speck of dust on the tray of her high chair, she refuses to eat until it is clean.  We must adhere to a strict routine (there will be no skipping of Charlotte’s Web upon waking, followed by toast with honey, etc.) or hysterics ensue.  She has also inherited her father’s stubborness, which should result in some awesome daddy-daughter wars in the next couple years.  I’m just going to pop some corn and enjoy the show.  In the meantime, they love reading stories together (yes, we fed our daughter food from an unnamed establishment that gives out paper crowns).

Finally (this post has no organization whatsoever), she loves to “bye” (rock-a-bye).  She’s a little obsessive about her blanket lying just so while she’s rocking, so she frequently stops to adjust it.

That’s all for now.