Friday, August 1, 2008


Are you happy?

My daughter Cora's response to this question is an opened mouth smile that looks like she is trying to swallow an egg whole. She is a happy child. Even her mothers obsession with polite manners and holding hands in public does not dampen her good moods.

The baby Nyobi had a new treat for me this morning. She screamed bloody murder for a minute or two before I figured out that she needed a clean diaper. As I wiped the last of the poop off of her butt, I looked at her tear streaked face. "Thats better isn't it?" I asked.

As if in response, her tiny face creased into a beautiful goofy baby smile. Enchanted I yelped with delight and bent over to kiss the little happy creature. "Oh you're so cute." I said. I called Cora over to me, and we both grinned down at the little happy creature. Nyobi gooed back at us.
She smiled again. Then made a whoopee cushion like noise.

Next time a new diaper is going on before I get caught up in cuteness.

Thursday, July 31, 2008

Potties and Kitties

This morning I lost my temper. My two year old told me NO, she was not going to sit on the potty, No she didn't want her odoriferous butt changed and NO, she didn't want to look at Momma. I sent her to her bed, still stinky.

A half hour later I realized what I was doing wrong as a parent. I was letting the willful child outlast me. There is no possible way that she inherited more stubbornness than her parents have in total. She would have to have all of all our genes. I started a pitched battle of wills. She WOULD look at me while I was talking and listen to me. She WOULD NOT interrupt me. She WAS going to sit on the potty, and wear panties, not diapers.

After a few minutes of struggle, I had a very genuine two year old admitting to me that she did know when she needed to pee or poop. So far we've only had one little oops. She was washing her hands of sticky stuff and the water noise did her in. Its only been three hours, but i'm asking and she's acquiescing if not actually volunteering.

I dropped her off at a babysitters in panties for an hour and a half, and no mistakes occurred. Of course thats probably because she was too excited to make mistakes. This particular babysitter has kitties. they are the perfect age for Cora. Old enough not to get seriously mauled and young enough to still be kitten like and catchable. I still had to explain nice treatment to her once. You cannot pick a kitty up by the hind leg and shake it. As we were preparing to leave she picked up her (and mine) favorite and handed him to me. "My Kitty Mom." she said. Fortunately she has a short memory. We left without it, and she has yet to ask for it again.

I wonder if she realizes I'm desperate enough to get her out of diapers that I would get her a kitty for the accomplishment, or a puppy, or the moon. She can't read though, so I'm safe publishing this here and welching out on my animal talk.

Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Social Networking

Due to our efforts to locate one of my husbands old college friends, we finally got around to joining the modern world of online social networking. The site, Facebook, provides us access to a relative plethora of information about former classmates, relatives and friends. We get a view of their lives from our living room. I can finally play my younger brother in the generic version of Scrabble, Scrabulous. Oh wait! They took that off the web for trademark infringement or something like that.

You find all sorts of people on facebook. While searching for people with similar last names I ran across my two year olds facebook page. Its been active since she was a few days old.

Perhaps I'm a little behind on the online social networking.

As I added my old school friends and caught up on their lives, I was bolstered by how lucky I was to have five or six people back in my life. I glowed with pride at my list of friends. On the spur of the moment, I clicked on my younger brother Shorty to view his friends. "We must have mutual acquaintances." I thought.

The list popped up for his friends and I was blown away. 232 people are connected into his online social network. Not to be outdone, my daughters page lists at least nine people I don't know. She also gets invitations to join sororities. How often DO they rush two year olds?

I think I'll turn off the computer now and go gossip at the coffee shop. At least there I don't realize how unpopular I am.

Monday, July 28, 2008

Working from Home

I'm so fortunate I can work from home. It allows me to have a slightly rewarding pretend carreer and to raise my own children. I can work in my pajamas. My husband dreams of such an opportunity.

Yesterday was a work from home day. In my office, I alternated between trying to type around the body of each of my small children, getting up to get them food and trying to concentrate on work. When the cats joined the act, all i wanted was a quiet non-confusing office. I wasn't wearing pajamas. I was wearing puked on cloths.

Dream on husband. Dream on. I think you will discover what the cows always do. The grass is always greener from the other side of the work force.