Hmmm. Where to begin? These days have sort of been the best of times, the worst of times. Not the very worst, of course, but Bitty sure is giving us a run for our money. I have to remind myself that she was pretty ill for almost three weeks and she's just coming out of it. Part of it is also the fact that Troy and I decided that we had had enough of the binkis. We didn't take them away while she was sick, but we have been wanting to pitch them for a while. With Stomper it was so easy. "Here, kid. I'll give you this dinosaur if you give me those binkis." Done deal, no sweat. But Bitty doesn't have one single passion like the Stomper/Dinosaur love affair. I thought long and hard about it, and realized that Bitty likes to get her hands on things. Dress ups. Musical instruments. Stuff like that. So I bought this really cool doctor kit. I tried to approach the subject with her over the past couple of weeks, like telling her the story of how Stomper got his dinosaur. "Hey, do you see that cool brachiosaurus? Wanna know how your brother got that?" It didn't take her long to guess where we were headed so whenever I brought up the subject she'd say, quickly and firmly, "PweeDon't!"
"PweeDon't" is her version of "Please Don't." I, silly mother that I am, continue to insist that my children at least make an attempt at having manners. Bitty does a good job. So does Stomper, of course, but Bitty has really picked up on the please thing. If she wants you to stop something, such as me singing (don't know why she hates that so much...) she'll let fly with a very quick, "PweeDon't!" She's very firm about it because I've finally taught her to say that instead of instantly screaming when she doesn't like something. Of course now Troy and I do rapid-fire "pweedon't"s at each other all the time. It's a favorite.
ANYWAY, the binkis. I didn't think the trade was going to take, but lo and behold, it did. Sunday after church I made the proposal and she very happily chucked all her binks into the garbage can outside. We bid goodbye, and I spent the rest of my Sunday getting checked by my new and very young physician. Predictably, she asked for them many times, but all you have to do is ask her where the binkis are, and she grin and shout, "In the GARBAGE CAN!" She's very proud of herself, and is even sleeping pretty well. Now all we have to do is get her potty trained....(groan!)
Bye Bye, Binkis, Hello, Dr. Bitty!
My favorite Stomper blog-worthy event this month was receiving a letter from him. He sent it from school. It made me happy because he was practicing his writing, which he doesn't show much interest in. It's the cutest thing:
In other news, we've had many opportunities this month to spend time with dear friends. We've had more than one family we know chose to come to town in February as opposed to Christmas time. I've enjoyed some girls' nights and we've gotten together with the Durhams and Gardners and all the wonderful people that are a part of that awesome group of friends. As we've gotten together I keep thinking about my greatest prayer and wish for my own children: that they'll make and keep the valuable kind of friends that I have. I think the quality of people in my life are perhaps one of my greatest blessings outside of my husband and children.
I guess this entry is getting obnoxiously lengthy, so I must end. However, I cannot do so without relating to you the miracle of the telephone. I have this cell phone that I love. It's purple, it's a motorola flip phone...what's not to love? Well, I took Bitty with me on a series of errands, including a trip to Costco. After a successful trip (meaning I got away without spending our entire life savings) I was driving along 300 West and saw a car wash. Believe me, we needed to stop there. I thought I'd grab the phone and call Troy to see if the Jeep's rack can go through a car wash. (It can't, by the way, though luckily I did not find that out through experience.) Anyway, I could not find the phone anywhere. After a couple minutes of the very safe steering/searching driving combo, I finally thought I'd better pull over to search in earnest. When I got out of the car to walk around to the other side and look under the seats and stuff I finally found the phone. On the hood of the car. My heart stopped. It was not just out on the open hood, it was kind of tucked in the crevice between the edge of the hood and the windshield wipers. I think what must have happened was that it fell out of my purse or something right by the car in the Costco parking lot and someone found it and placed it on my hood, thinking that the driver of the car(me)might actually see it. Well, thankfully my phone survived the trip down the road on the exterior of my car. Perhaps it even enjoyed the ride. But I felt sort of freaked out for the rest of the day. This is not a phone I could afford to replace. I only got it because I had earned a discount with my provider. I don't think they let you do that twice. Anyway, yay, my phone was miraculously saved. Of course I misplaced it again later in the evening whereupon I had to confess that I have a serious phone problem. Luckily it was just left at home while I went out instead of being lost again - I don't think I deserve more than one phone miracle a day.
2 comments:
Thank you for the new post. That picture of the sick cat was giving me the creepies.
Well done Bitty! (isn't that what the robot said on Battlestar Gallactica? "bitty bitty....") Our girls never used pacifiers, only thumbs, which cannot be traded out so easily....
We enjoyed seeing you all as well - thanks for making the time!
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