And Kettle Cooked Chips are Delicious

  • Um, you guys?  The last sentence of my last post was a joke.  I just meant that you can’t believe everything you read just because….oh, never mind.
  • It’s finally warmed up enough here.  We went outside this morning and Elizabeth declared “it’s a nice day!  It’s not cold!”  (And it is in the forties today.  She is a tough baby.)
  • I think I’ve finally admitted that she is only going to nap a few days a week now.  Sigh.  Today is not one of those days.
  • We had a play date yesterday, so Elizabeth took a nap.  Today, we had another play date and she is totally tired enough to nap, but she isn’t doing it.  I don’t think I get two naps in a row.
  • When she doesn’t nap, she goes to bed an hour earlier.  Usually.  Last night she didn’t fall asleep until after nine.  So on non-nap days, she’s not actually getting any less sleep.
  • Trin Dog has been trying my patience lately.  She has taken to ferreting out any small crumb of food that Elizabeth leaves in the house and then she whines at it until I give it to her.  (Trin is a good dog and even if she could reach food, she doesn’t until she’s given permission.  Unless it is on the floor, then it is considered part of her domain.)  And this is fine except that she is doing it ALL THE TIME.  And she’s started whining at Elizabeth’s play kitchen in general since once there were crackers in it.  I am trying to remember that Trin cannot talk and whining is the only way she has to communicate verbally with me.  But honestly, it is annoying that I have a two year old and it is the DOG that is annoying me with the whining.
  • Elizabeth had two time-outs today.  She hit me on the head with a toy and then threw her toys on the floor instead of cleaning up when it was bath time.  There has never been a day with two time-outs before.  And yes, ironically, they both happened after she didn’t nap.
  • Elizabeth has also become the queen of stalling before bedtime.  I tell her that she has five more minutes left and she asks for a snack.  Tonight she ate two string cheeses and then asked for another one before I cut her off.
  • I made soft-boiled eggs for dinner tonight.  (I had leftover sausage in the fridge and I needed something to go with them.)  Elizabeth had never had a soft-boiled egg before tonight.  She was intrigued.  She watched me eat mine.  She asked for mine.  I told her that she had her own and she was allowed to pick it up to eat it.  (It wasn’t really soft-boiled, more like almost-hard boiled.)  She picked it up.  She took two enormous bites.  She handed me the center.  Then she scarfed down the rest.  Then she ate another.  And another.  (But not the middles.)  I only made four of them for the two of us, thinking I’d get at least two and a half of them.  I ended up with one and only because I ate that one before she tried one.
  • She also ate all of my peaches right off my plate before I got to the table.