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Three Good Things for the day:

  1. Samantha and I played fetch with the cat this morning.  (He’s better at fetch than the dog is.)  Sam is madly in love with that cat and her squeals of delight made my whole day.
  2. Samantha made her first apparent attempt to color IN something.  Instead of just scribbling over the pictures in the coloring book, I could see her trying to stay in the lines.  I’m really enjoying coloring, myself.  I had forgotten how satisfying it is to fill in all that empty space.
  3. Good Thing:  I’ve lost 2 more pounds.  Bad Thing: I found out the same way I did last time – by stepping on the scale at Sam’s doctor’s office, where we found out she has double pink eye and a double ear infection.

 

Ninja Cat

I nominate this for Best Cat Video ever!

 

JinxTalking with my friend, Chris, last night, I realized that I had never properly introduced Jinx to the Internet.  Here he is, Sam’s favorite, the crazy monster who chews his own tail, Ji-Ji Baby.

Three Good Things for the day: 

  1. I got in a miserable funk because the dog tracked dirt onto my white ceramic tile kitchen floor – AGAIN.  This led to another pass at organizing Samantha’s closet, unpacking all of her music boxes and stuffed animals, hanging her alphabet finger puppets, hanging her height mirror (I’ll have to post a picture of that), vacuuming and Fabreezing the area rugs, rearranging the furniture in the basement, oh, and yes, cleaning the kitchen floor – AGAIN.  The good part was not so much that I got all of that stuff done, but that I forced myself to stop moping about how much cleaning and unpacking still needs to be done, and just started taking action.  I know, I know, you’re supposed to learn that when you’re about 14, but I’m slow. 
  2. Part of the reason I was able to get so much done today, besides the motivation through despair, was that I finally decided that Samantha knows how to handle the stairs.  I was partway there when I decided to let the dog out without bringing her with me, but I would normally still go up and down with her, just below her on the stairs in case she fell.  I’ve been doing that ever since she started climbing up and down stairs on her own, and I think I’ve only had to catch her twice, and not for a while.  Today I told her she could come up and down with me as she pleased, and she did.  Sometimes she would stay upstairs and follow me after a few minutes, or she might not follow at all.  As with every milestone, it feels like another huge weight lifted from my shoulders.  The freedom was intoxicating, I tell you!
  3. Adam comes home in just a few hours.

Three Good Things for the day:

  1. Sam met a dog named JoJo who reminded her of her grandparents’ dog, Honey.
  2. I cleaned my hardwood floors with Murphy’s Oil Soap for the first time since we moved in and I’ve been admiring how beautiful it looks all day. 
  3. I’m about to go pour myself a glass of wine and chuckle about this for the rest of the evening.

Three Good Things for the day (and today was a rough day):

  1. I braved the biting cold and took Toby to the dog park for the second time this week.  I’m trying to make it a point to get him out more often.  The dog park is yet another wonderful discovery in our new neighborhood.
  2. I did some dooce archive reading.  Leta is now 2 years old and repeating the final word of her parents’ sentences – just like Sam was doing a few months back.  Thank god for mommy-bloggers.
  3. I found a bottle of the same champagne we enjoyed so much for Christmas dinner with Adam’s parents.  Happy New Year!

Mysteries

Why do dogs think lotion is food?  At least cat poo has protein in it.

Dog Park Alert!

There is a dog park across the street from my house!

It was about 60 degrees out today so I took the girl and the dog across the street to explore this park.  From the street it just looks like this big grassy area – no play equipment or basketball courts – just grass and some bushes.  I thought there must be something behind those bushes but an off-leash dog park never crossed my mind.  But there it was, like a Christmas bonus for my buddy. (Sam already has a playground in our development and a kiddie park one block away.)

Toby and Flash (Secret Lovers)I couldn’t let Toby in today since I had Sam with me, but I see many fun weekend afternoons in our future.  I’m so happy for Toby.  He’s never gotten over having to leave our hilltop home in Lexington, where he roamed free with the cows and horses.  Here he is with his favorite, Flash.  They would chase each other along that fence while the other two huffed and pretended they didn’t know those two goofs.  We took to singing, “Secret Lovers” every time they played.  Ahh, I miss that place too.

This is Nora.  Her servants are my aunt and uncle-in-law, Betsy and Burnell.  Betsy is a Suzuki Method piano teacher and has given us some great tips for fostering Samantha’s love of the piano.  They also gave us Nora’s book, which Sam absolutely loves.

You might find something a bit familiar about 36 seconds into the video.

 

 

Doing His Job

I love my dog.  I take him for walks and he obeys.  He plays with the cat.  He is waiting for me in the car when I come out of the store.  He sleeps under the bed and farts and groans and makes me laugh.  But now that we have a toddler, he’s actually earning his keep.

First of all, he’s a vacuum cleaner.  I’m not sure what people do about all the food under the high chair if they don’t have a dog.  I mean, you’re not going to clean up under there 5 times a day, are you?  I wouldn’t.  But Toby does.  This skill alone pays for all of his pills and shots and vet visits.

Toby prompted Sam’s first giggle when she was just a couple of months old.  Adam came home and chased him around the house like he always does.  Sam must have heard me laughing at this dozens of times, and one day, she joined in.  This pays for the hell he put me through as a puppy.

Samantha is old enough to play fetch with him now, too.  For some reason, this Labrador Retriever will not fetch for Adam or me, but he will for Sam.  If we throw something he might bring it back once or twice but then he’s done.  For Sam, he’ll fetch as long as she’s interested.  Maybe it’s because she can only throw the ball a few feet and he figures it’s worth the trip.  Maybe he enjoys the way I clap and say, “yea!” in my cutsie voice when Sam is involved.  Or maybe he finds her as adorable as I do when, after throwing the ball, she turns around and runs the other way, squealing with delight.

TobyWhatever the reason, it’s our favorite game right now.  I get to lie on the couch and just watch them play.  Toby usually brings the ball back to me, not to Sam, so I tell him, “drop it,” and then hand it to her for the next throw.  I’m trying to teach her to give him the “drop it” command, but she can’t get the syllables straight.  She is, however, getting the hang of giving him other commands.  She can tell him to fetch, which she says very clearly.  She also delights in telling him he is a “bad boy.”  But the best one is when she tells him to sit, which she pronounces, “shit.”

Yep, that dog is in the black now.

 

It’s interesting how various circumstances can come together and add up to one big mental billboard telling you to take action, now!  Mine says, “It’s time for potty training!”

 

First of all, Samantha has discovered potty humor.  She finds the words, “burp,” “fart,” “pee,” and “poo” just hilarious.  She doesn’t find the events themselves so amusing, but say the words and you can have her rolling with laughter until she gets the hiccups.  She only says a few words yet, but “burp” (“bep”) is one of them.  I swear, we didn’t encourage this, but we do find it cute.

 

Next, she will finally, on occasion, agree that she needs to have her diaper changed because it is dirty, as opposed to agreeing so that she can play with my locket, stickers, the gold kitty cat, or Maria the Fish.

 

She loves to flush the toilet.

 

And lately, Sam has been very interested in watching the dog pee on bushes when we go for walks.  We hadn’t “walked” the dog in months because we lived in a place where he could roam free on acres of property.  But we just moved to the DC area and we have a postage stamp yard, so he needs a daily walk.  Sam finds his potty behavior just fascinating, and she’ll point and say “bah bah” which means, “what is that?”  I tell her that he’s peeing, and we move on.  Of course, this is repeated about one thousand times during an average walk.

 

Today, after observing Toby do his business on the bush outside our front door, Sam walked up to the bush, turned her back on it, and squatted over it.  I asked her what she was doing but her eyes were glazed over.  Joking to Adam, I started to say, “It looks like…” but then…yes…it’s not a joke, it’s…yes, “SHE’S PEEING ON THE BUSH!”  I almost died with laughter.  Then I had to make quite an effort to convince her that my laughter was okay and what she did was okay.  I guess I did a good job because a few minutes later she did it again.

 

Where do you buy those little training potties, anyway?

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