Thursday, February 26, 2015

My Grown-up Girl

Claire was well enough to go back to school today, and I could tell she was ready because she didn't give me any shit about having to get up.  She was in a terrific mood.

So we get to school and I go to get her out of the car, but she tells me she wants to walk.  And she wants to hold her own lunchbox too.  Okay.  Well that's a switch from the clingy, whiny kid I usually have to carry in to class on mornings. 

Then she ran up ahead of me and in thru the big double doors.  We walked to class with her chatting away, and I stopped her to get a goodbye kiss outside the classroom.  They have those half-doors and the bottom was closed, so I opened it and she ran inside.  I closed it and leaned in through the top open part of the door.  Her friend Taylor "Tay Tay" ran up, they embraced each other and hugged tightly.  Claire ran to her cubby and threw her lunchbox up on the hook, then ran off giggling with her friends.

Wednesday, February 25, 2015

Home Sick

Claire has been home sick all week.  Her eye is still goopy when she wakes up and she hates her eye drops.  She either cries while we hold her down or rubs it out of her eyes anyway.  It's better that she could just stay home and ride this out than go to school and infect all the other kids.  Plus I know her antibiotics are helping.

Here she is eating two fried eggs for breakfast.  I still get her ready with me on mornings, and yesterday, she wanted to be carried the entire time.  Of course whining all the way.  Then when I got to work, DP messaged me to say how sweet she was being. 

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

Chocolate Covered Strawberries

DP stole the stuff to make his favourite treat from his sister.  Okay well she kind of let him, but he's a bully so she probably just figured she didn't have a choice.  Anyway, so Claire was so excited to get the chance to make them with her dad.  Like, gleeful.

Step one: melt the chocolate.  These dimwits put the candy melts in a plastic cup in the microwave.  I tried really hard not to say anything, this was their thing afterall.


It was only barely scorched on one side.  Step two: coat the strawberries.


Step three: eat all the chocolate off the strawberry, then give the fruit part to mom.


Monday, February 23, 2015

Doctor Feelgood

I had to take Claire for an immunization last weekend and she was SO excited.  She just likes to go places.  She cried after the shot but I took her to the park immediately after, then we went home and had cereal while watching Toy Story.





And it's a good thing she likes doctors because I was sick off and on all last week, even missing a day and a half of work, then woke up on Sunday the worst I've been that entire time.  I knew I had to go to Urgent Care.  Then I rolled over to see this poor face.


Claire woke up with a swollen eye.  DP had to take the both of us to Urgent Care as soon as it opened and we got checked in, not getting to see the doctor until two hours later.  Claire and I didn't care though because my doctor looks like Calvin Harris.

This Calvin Harris
NOT this Calvin Harris
We got prescriptions and even though I feel well enough to go to work today, Claire had to stay home from school with my dad.  I don't know who is enjoying that more.

Friday, February 20, 2015

Chinese New Year

I sent Claire to school on Thursday in her Chinese outfit.  It's a little small but only in length.  She still looked adorable.  (Well, except when she wanted to eat cheese but I was trying to leave the house.)  We went to Starbucks before school and all the little old men were loving her.  Seriously though, what's not to love?



Thursday, February 19, 2015

Mom Guilt

I came home sick on Wednesday, leaving Claire at daycare for DP to pick up later.  Her daycare is 2 blocks from my work and 25 minutes from home, which is what made that weird.  But I was sick.  And I didn't feel bad for that, it was when they came home and I had missed her but couldn't get out of bed to give her what she needed, that I felt bad.  Her dad did dinner and they played, then he put on a movie, but she kept coming into the room and asking me to get up.  I felt so guilty but I was sick.  Why did that happen when I had a valid excuse.  Is it one of those mom-things?

And I accept this is weird, because for the record, here are things I don't feel guilty about.
  • Leaving Claire at daycare when I'm home.
  • Putting her to bed even if she's not tired. 
  • Making her sit at the table until she finishes her dinner. 
  • Washing her hair and cleaning her ears.  (So much crying!)
  • Enlisting our parents to babysit.
  • Taking candy from a baby.
  • Pretty much everything else.
I enjoy parenting Claire, even the tough parts.  And I don't feel bad when she cries about it because that's my job.  I'm not mean, and Claire knows I'm serious, but then I get sick and start thinking weird things like I'm neglecting her.

I'll just blame the medication and my period.  Yeah, that's it.

Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Ash Wednesday

I took Claire to mass this morning to get our ashes.  I need to be better about going to church now that I have an impressionable young Catholic on my hands.  She was a delight too, sat quietly in my lap the entire time. 

The sermon was based on Matthew 6:3 "...don't let your right hand know what your left is doing."  For example: don't sound the trumpet before you give alms, to announce your good deeds, and don't stop bathing and start looking raggedy when you're fasting, so people pity you.  You should be giving charity and fasting in secret, not to show off. 

Then we got giant crosses of dark ash placed on our foreheads.  Kind of contradictory to the sermon about practicing our faith in secret, no?  But what the hell...photo op!


Tuesday, February 17, 2015

President's Day Weekend

On Friday I took my mom out for a boozy late lunch for her birthday, and we killed a pitcher of sangria while eating fancy bread.  Man I can't wait until she retires.  I know just what I'll be using all of my personal time on because boozy lunches are the best.

I wanted to put up Claire's Valentine shoebox for as long as possible, so I took her to Smith's and we got a giant cupcake instead, and she picked cards for her dad. 



On Saturday the four of us went to my cousin's soccer tournament.  DP was so cute cheering for Hayden because he doesn't really know anything about the game of soccer, but enjoyed it nonetheless.  It took me back to my childhood because my dad played the game my entire life, and I remember spending whole weekends at the pitch.  Claire had fun running around and jumping off stuff, being barefoot, and climbing the fence. 

 
 
On Sunday, Claire and her dad gave Sully a bath and then we dug into her shoebox full of treats.  Of course Evan's Valentine had Ghirardelli chocolates.



Friday, February 13, 2015

Heart Party

Claire's class is having a party at school today.  I gave her a choice of two dresses and she picked the one that wasn't animal print.  I swear man, sometimes I think that if I didn't physically push her out of me, I'd wonder if she was really mine. 


I went out late last night to pick up some additional stuff to go with Claire's Valentines.  Other moms and Pinterest have shown me the light, that cards are not good enough.  You can't just sign your name and call it a day.  Since our Valentines were bug-themed, I wanted to get those little plastic bugs that the kids love to scare my mother with.  But when I stopped at the grocery store first, I found these most adorable Hershey minis.


So I had to get them, because honestly, as a mom I hate all the junk Claire accumulates, I much prefer to get edible items that are gone by the time we get home.


They matched her cards perfectly so I just taped a piece to the inside of each one.

Thursday, February 12, 2015

Finally It's Warm

It went up to 75 so I took Claire to one of the bigger parks in our area.  And apparently the whole of southwest Las Vegas came out that day too because it was packed.  It's kind of a more advanced playground but I knew Claire would like the challenge.  And she climbed all the way up to the top of this lookout tower.  (It's higher than it looks.)


I can't wait until the splash pads turn on for the summer.  Poor Claire got so sweaty and thirsty.  Then after she told me she had to potty and I dilly-dallied looking for a restroom, she had an accident.  Luckily she was wearing a sundress so I just took off her undies and we went home.  It scared me because I don't want her to think this is an option when she doesn't want to stop playing to make it to the bathroom in time.  I had noticed some track marks in her undies when the kids were over last weekend so I assumed that she just went to the bathroom on her own and didn't wipe, so she could go back to playing.  This is one of the issues I wanted to avoid when having such a young child out of diapers.  It's not like I can sit her down for a chat about hygiene/potty habits.

Wednesday, February 11, 2015

Attachment Issues

Kids get attached to things.  I remember worrying when Claire was a baby that she didn't have a "lovie" or anything she could use as a comfort.  Well now she does, and it's something different every day.  Usually it's a stuffed animal that she insists on taking everywhere with her.  She has little Care Bear figurines and every now and then it will be one of those, or a letter from her alphabet magnets.  One day last week she had a cloth napkin that she carried constantly, used it as a blanket for her babies, and then slept with it on her pillow that night.  Yes, a cloth napkin.

Well when we were in the dollar store this weekend, Claire was drawn to a "little cup mummy" on a string of beads.  You know, a shot glass holder.  She insisted on wearing it all around the store and then wouldn't remove it when we left, so I had to buy it for her.  Okay well I didn't have to, but I did because it was hilarious. 

When I took Claire to school on Tuesday, Evan had brought in his Valentine shoebox a day early, and it was a damn work of art.  It was covered in blue and white paper, and pipe cleaners were stuck in the top to look like ocean plants.  And in the midst of everything, was Nemo.  ALL the kids gathered around and were oohing and aahing over this thing, and I have to admit, it was fantastic.  I so wanted to put Claire to bed early and make her the Valentine shoebox of my dreams, but alas, she was so damn proud of her own creation that I talked myself off the ledge and just reveled in Claire's happiness.

Tuesday, February 10, 2015

Valentine Shoebox

On Sundays we wake up early and Claire and I go to Walmart, get McDonald's hashbrowns and hot chocolate for her/coffee for me, and leisurely walk the aisles.  It's our time.  But this Sunday, we couldn't get out before DP woke up so we got trapped into bringing him along.  Claire thought that was neat, but only after she tried to get me to leave him behind when he was taking too long to get out the door.  Seriously, he was still in the garage gathering his bearings when I started the car, and Claire was all, "Leave mummy.  Go now mummy!"  She was dead serious too.

After our morning shopping, we stopped at the dollar store on our way home to get Claire some craft items.  We are supposed to decorate a shoebox for school on Wednesday and write out her Valentines for school on Friday.  We got construction paper and glue for her box, and a giant sheet of stickers with Valentines.  I showed her the Dora cards and the Elmo cards, but she chose cute bug cards. 

I had pinned this picture based on a recommendation and Claire was excited to create it.  Until we got home and halfway thru wrapping her box in red construction paper she decided she wanted to put stickers all over the box instead.  DP made me let her because it was supposed to be her craft and I reluctantly agreed.  Plus it was a good distraction so that I could write out her Valentines.  I was mainly annoyed because I would have to go back out and buy more stickers for her cards but then opened the box and realized they came with little bug stickers anyway.



Monday, February 9, 2015

Trampoline Incontinence

Two of my cousins, separately, came to Vegas this weekend.  They both told me a while ago but it still crept up on me.  We are on Claire's schedule lately and take things day by day.  Hopefully this doesn't last long because the toddler years are wearing me out.  I like baby years and child years, but what we're in right now is so Claire-centered and what the hell is that nonsense?  She's youngest, she should have to adhere to our way of life. 

DP had picked up my cousin Kamillah on Friday and dropped her at her hotel.  We had tentative plans to meet up but she's here for a bachelorette party and I didn't want to intrude/have to do my hair, so it was still wide open.  Then on Saturday morning we woke up and went to pick up my cousin Rani and her kids, immediately heading to my parents' house.  It ended up being funny because I had also forgotten to tell my parents they were coming and my dad saw us from the front window, and ran to the door saying, "Oh my God, oh my God!"  (So that's where Claire gets it.)  And my mom told me later she was thinking, since she had just texted me to come over for breakfast, that he was a tad too excited that Claire had arrived.  It was funny, guess you had to be there. 

So we unintentionally surprised my parents and, since they had the kids over, they wanted to take us all out for breakfast.  DP and I talked about it and wished Kamillah was here, so when we got to Denny's and found out the wait was about 20 minutes, DP said he was going to run an errand and went to pick her up.  She walked in and the look on my dad's face was priceless.  And Claire was all, "Phoenix mummy," so then we gave Kamillah a lecture about coming to Vegas without my Godson, who I would have gladly taken off her hands and she would never have seen him from the time she landed to the time she had to leave.  After breakfast we took all the kids to Sky Zone and $128 later I had finally worn them all down to submission.


The Jumpers


I jumped for the last 15 minutes of our hour time slot and had some pee leak out.  Guys, seriously.  I guess I hadn't jumped at all since I had the baby but when I did on Saturday I realized that I have Trampoline Incontinence, a seemingly legitimate medical problem.  Of all the issues that I now carry because of breeding, namely my childhood eczema returning and bouts of vertigo, this is the absolute worst.  Peeing my damn pants. 

Thanks Obama!