Regarding the use of the pacifier.
Well, Miss Squeaky will take one. And use it. And suck contently on it. Mr. Grunty, will take one, and spit it out after a minute, "what's the point," he says, "there's no milk in there." Funny though how Miss S is quickly done with her bottles, but happy to have a pacifier. And pacifier it is. We use it at nap time, because she never wants to nap, "I'm not tired," she will cry out, while rubbing her eyes. And we taken to using one when she is fussy for not getting her way. Either that or give in to her wishes. I am already so wrapped around her finger, I can't imagine what it will be like later.
Banana: Mr. G loves them. Is happy when he sees me get one and bring it to the high chairs, quickly gobbles it out of my fingers, and then yells at me when he wants another bite.
Cheerios: Miss S likes to play the "feed papa a Cheerio" game. It started the other day, when I put my chin on the high chair tray and opened my mouth. She grinned and put a cheerio in my mouth. I made "yum yum" noises, and she picked up another bit of cereal. I opened my mouth. "Silly papa, it's my turn," and she ate that cheerio with a grin. I did get the next one, though.
Trucking: the other day, Mr. G & I were playing with a little toy truck. I would push it towards him, and he would then push it. Sometimes it went back towards, other times away from us both.
Tonight, I got home late. But was greeted by two wonderful smiling childrens. It had been a double-plus-un-good day, which started poorly by me trying my darnedest to be on time to work, but still forgetting the childrens' bottles, so I had to go back home to get them, thus erasing my on-time opportunity! And the work day ended with my boss witnessing me kicking & swearing at the fax machine. ( SERIOUSLY! Why do people use the fax? Is there a reason? It seems like archaic technology. Please, someone tell me if there is a good reason for it. )
Miss S was using a chair as support, and pushing it all around the dining room whilst walking.
Mr. G read me a story.
Miss S wanted to share a book with me, but me, being a horrible parent, ignored her because I was playing ball with Mr. G. Am I sexist, not wanting to read with my daughter, because I was busy playing ball with my son?
Miss S has started learning to share, which usually is her offering something, you taking it, and then she wants it back in a moment. Sometimes, if you hold your hand out, she share. But, I've noticed that if she wants Mr. G to have something, she'll give it to him herself, thank you very much. She does not appreciate you giving something to Mr. G that she gave to you.
Tonight, Mr. G was kissing the glass on the back door, presumably using tongue because they're "French" doors.
I experimented again with the smoker. Still the pork wasn't tender enough for someone without teeth to eat it. The pork shoulder was in there about 8 hours, there was a nice smoke ring, I put a salt-lemonpepper-garlic-otherstuff dry rub the day before. I think I let the water dry out too often, or added too much fuel so that it was too hot.
We had Tiki-Lodge visitors this weekend. And Blub told Mr. G a story that was HI-larious.
book quote:"It must be a hard thing, to be a father; living in fear that your daughter would meet a boy she liked, but also having to worry if she didn't." Twilight Stephenie Meyer
Posted by joncim at June 9, 2008 10:24 PMUp until recently, we didn't have a scanner (yes, we are behind on a lot of things), so faxing was our option other than mailing the document. Now, we have a scanner and can e-mail stuff. We still don't have RightFax though - well, us lowly folks don't have it.
Posted by: Heather at June 10, 2008 08:26 AM