Monday, March 31
Sunday, March 30
Saturday, March 29
Friday, March 28
Starting with the flour, she tasted each individual ingredient to see if it was up to standards.
She unwrapped (and tasted) the baking chocolate.She then tested the finished batter (off her arm, spatula, counter, anywhere she could reach). Care for a taste?
Thursday, March 27
Wednesday, March 26
Today: chirp (used to describe the birds singing during lunch with Sarah & Gaurav)
Tuesday: driveway (repeated each time I take her hand as we cross one), milkshake (learned this one while out to dinner with Daddy - Mama was home slaving over birthday confections)Monday: big girl (repeated ad nauseam at mention of her birthday), young (used to describe Gigi as an explanation of why she can't have popcorn)
Sunday: Easter Bunny (sounds like "Eat Bun"), jelly bean (no explanation needed here)
Saturday: f*ck (Matilda's first four letter word, this one is not yet incorporated into her vocabulary. It was chanted back to me after I cursed at dropping my farmer's market strawberries all over the greasy curb while climbing into the car. Bad Mama.)
Monday, March 24
Sunday, March 23
Saturday, March 22
I let her muck around with pulling the eggs out with surprisingly little mess resulting. Looking at Mama's four colored masterpiece.
Friday, March 21
Thursday, March 20
Wednesday, March 19
Recently this happened with a major repair we'd been waiting 5 weeks for, so Matilda and I obliged by scooting out to a coffee shop for a treat of steamed milk & honey. We spent 30 minutes or so entertaining/annoying our fellow patrons with Matilda's antics and then headed out for a ramble down the block. Before leaving I made M wave bye bye to the local platinum blond homeless lady who was sitting near us and was particularly entertained by our dialog.
We walked slowly, inspecting each fallen leaf and rock, choosing a select few for our pockets. We had made it almost 1 block away when I realized our blond homeless woman was running after us without her normal caravan of bags. She was upon us and handed Matilda something before I registered what was going on. "New pants for you sweetie," she said to M. The lady quickly reassured me they were clean and hustled off.
The Osh Kosh blue jeans were indeed clean, but the truly astounding part is that they were the right size, and in really good shape. We've added them into the rotation and get a good chuckle each time we put them on. Let's hope someday Matilda isn't too horrified to hear I dressed her in clothes from a homeless lady. I mean on the "scale of homeless ladies" she IS at the "normal" end. Had it been the other lady in our hood I can only hope I would have scooped M up before she took the proffered pee-soaked item.
Monday, March 17
Sunday, March 16
Brian teaches Matilda how to use the air mattress as a slide - instant hit.
Sitting sweetly with her favorite balding uncle before bedtime tonight.
Friday, March 14
Matilda has since learned to tolerate his presence enough to allow them this one photo together, riding the tar pit sloth. We will see how many more mornings this visit she will refuse to cross the living room upon finding his sleeping carcass there; it is as if she needs a new warming up period each day.
Sunday, March 9
Saturday, March 8
Thursday, March 6
Monday, March 3
We have tried in the past to get her to develop a security object. The pediatrician and books suggested it would make weaning easier. First, we advocated for floppy bunny for a while, and then two different baby blankets. But to no avail. Independently she settled on raisins. We think it must be related to her deep fear that we will let her starve.
We started trying to cut out Matilda's night nursing last week. When she wakes up at night, instead of nursing her back to sleep we have been rocking, singing, walking, patting her back, and singing some more. We had attempted this once before, two months ago, but were derailed by illness and then trips. The first night she was pissed off. Actually every night she is pissed off, and I mean yelling-that-could-get-us-evicted pissed off. In a desperate attempt to get her to stop yelling the second night we offered her a snack. It seemed logical that if she had been used to nursing she would be a bit hungry at her night time wake up.
Tim handed her a box of raisins and she calmed right down and relaxed back onto her pillow. After a few minutes of her not eating the raisins we tried to take them away, thinking she didn't need another distraction in the bed (or bait for the ant epidemic we are currently battling). She totally fell apart at mention of removing the raisins so we let her keep them. She slept all that night with the raisins in her hand - and then three more nights this week. Last night when my rocking her seemed to be failing, Tim offered her the box, she then asked to be laid in bed, and promptly rolled over and closed her eyes. The photo above is how I found her this morning. We haven't found her covered in ants yet so we are going to let her raisin bond slide for now. So strange and so funny.