Happenings and Happenstance

I read with great dismay the incident of Farmie's Lost Diamond and am wishing her lots of love...as I know if I was in the same situation, some serious temper tantrums would be happening...oh well...what can you do?


In other news, Captain Chaos has taken to stomping his little feet and saying over and over again tearfully whatever it is that he happens to want, which, I, his mother, have told him he cannot have at that particular moment in time. It was amusing the first time. It has not been amusing the 389 times since...I know it is only the 2-year-old in him coming out, learning about boundaries, consequences, and that the universe does not, in fact, revolve around his big blue eyes, and tangled black lashes...that does not make it any easier to deal with...nor it did make me happy to have to actually swat his butt at Target on Saturday morning...but, alas, that is the way of parenting.

As a side note, I discovered that the folks who are up and places such as IHOP, or Target before 9am on a Saturday, are completely understanding, and in the case of one gentleman, supportive of the need to swat your 2-year-old on the butt, take your fully loaded cart of goods to the Customer Service desk, explain politely to the "Team Member" that due to behavioral issues of said 2-year-old, you would not be staying at their store to actually wait in line to purchase said goods. The Team Member that I gave my cart to said, "I'm so sorry that his has had to happen. Please don't worry about it, we'll make sure all items that are non-perishable are waiting for you when you come back! What is your name, and we'll just make sure no one puts these things away! You take care of your children, and let me know when you're coming back in!" I was floored! And reinforced in my reason for shopping the Bulls-Eye rather than the Smiley Face...

After disciplining Captain Chaos, and packing he and Tiny Princess back into the car, BB drove us home, took Captain Chaos straight up to his room, where he promptly put him down for a nap, and came downstairs, gave me his cash, and said "Go back and get what you needed. I'll take care of the children!" Again, floored...not because BB gave me his cash, but because he actually volunteered to give up a Saturday morning in the wood shop to stick around the house and feed Tiny Princess, while I went shopping for our groceries and goods.

In other news, Tiny Princess has not rolled over again...did I mention she had rolled over 2 weeks ago? At any rate, she has not repeated the feat again, as if to say, "once is enough. I now know what to do, and for my next trick I'll be sitting up". She is currently laying on the office floor, with her feet straight up in the air, grinning from ear to ear, attempting to chew on the nifty airplane-paperweight-chew-toy-motor-skill-building thingy we received from some friends, and rocking from side to side, while laying on her back, singing to herself in the highest pitch voice this little 5-month-old can muster, happy as a clam.

She will not eat from a spoon...she takes the cereal, rolls it in her mouth a few times, smiles, and then sweetly pushes it all back out of her mouth with her tongue. She is not starving, and it is merely one bump in the road out of her infanthood, into her babyhood...I am sort of glad, as BB is still not certain about the idea of a third child, and I am already missing my sweet, quiet little bundle of girl...at the same time I am enjoying the smiles, the holding of bottles, the attempts to eat off a spoon, and the way she curls her toes, and tries to sit up, straining so hard she turns red in the face...or the way she sleeps on her side, curled into a reverse fetal position, with her thumb held in her mouth firmly by the non-sucked hand...

In a fit of OCD behavior, I completely reorganized the storage room after I cleaned up all the miscellaneous boxes of schtuff. Upon doing so, I unearthed 5 boxes of clothes labeled "Girl"...no sizes...so I unpacked them, and discovered an entirely new wardrobe that only cost me about an hour of time to sort them by size, and 2 loads of laundry (which I need to fold).

On that note, knowing that I have 4 loads of laundry in BBs chair (in my basket) waiting to be folded, I will sign off, go turn on the television and talk to Tiny Princess while we watch "How Clean is Your House?"