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August 23, 2003
Not too much news to report lately. We have had a lovely week as Ella’s day care has been closed so we have been hanging out enjoying each other’s company as the ‘lazy hazy crazy days of summer’ near the end. And, of course, she continues to grow cuter and funnier with each passing day so I will just pass on a couple of vignettes this entry-
Ella has always been a great fan of the phone, be it the land line or our cell (but never try to give her a toy phone—she’s not falling for that phony baloney). She will pick up the receiver and babble away “Hello? Hi! Mmm mmmm Ciao!” but lately whenever someone calls she clambers and clambers to say hi to them. Usually I will let her, partially to get her off my back but I, of course, assume that just about everyone would be delighted to listen to this little moppet babble away. Usually she will say a cute Hi to anyone but after that she usually just listens to the other person talk and rarely answers questions. I can hear the buzz of the voice on the other end and watch Ella’s intent face as she leans in so closely to the receiver, eyes slightly rolled back as she concentrates. Of course I think the whole thing is precious but I do hope I’m not driving my friends and family too nuts with this one sided scenario. They would tell me, right? Hmmm, maybe not—they know I am a little nutty about my kid.
I think I have mentioned in the past how much Ella likes to take medicine (Infant Tylenol, which I give if she has a fever or seems to be having a rough time teething). The other day she found some Nyquil I had taken the night before (I have been battling a yucky summer cold) and, of course requested it and, of course, was denied. She then requested her own “pink medicine” and was also denied after explaining to her that the medicine was for when she was sick or not feeling well. Well, wouldn’t you know the little ingenious faker then proceeded to tell me that she was sick—“Havva Hiccups mama!“ and then proceeds to start making fake hiccup noises. Oh boy—I see years of battling over real vs. fake sick days from school in our future. I saw through the little ruse this time but after a few years of perfecting the trade—good thing I am going to nursing school!!!!
The other day we were, what else, doing a little shopping at the local mall and I let Ella walk around, warning her to stay close to me and not make a mess. Well, either I do way too much shopping or Ella has really been watching me closely (perhaps both?!?) but I hear her murmuring to herself behind me and when I turn around she is going from display to display, lightly touching each piece of clothing and remarking “’Dor-ble… ‘dorble… ‘dorble”. I wasn’t sure what she was saying until I realized that is EXACTLY what I do as I go through the toddler girls cloths “Adorable, isn’t this just adorable, oh, so adorable”. I just shook my head in amazement at my little mimic—the most ‘dorble of them all!
Eating through the aisles
Finally, I will cap off the entry with some comments about one of Ella’s and mine favorite errands—grocery shopping (guilt free shopping and food—what’s not to love ?!?!) First of all, Shaw’s and Star Market have done an excellent job of absolutely assuring our patronage through their ‘cookies for kids’ program that offers a free cookie at the bakery to all kids. Before we have even parked the car, Ella is asking for her cookie and we have rearranged our entire path through the store so as to make this our first stop. This cookie usually lasts long enough to make it to the Deli counter, where (regardless of whether we need it or not) I have to order cheese slices so as to give a slice to Ella, which she nibbles through the next few rows. Generally just about as we are finishing this off, we are in the bread aisle, where it is fully necessary to choose a loaf of bread that I can easily open to give a piece to the (by now) grubby toddler waiting for her third (!) snack of the store. Suffice it to say, we skip snack time on grocery day.
I would also like to comment on those newfangled truck carts that they have in stores these days. This, to me, is a classic example of something that just never needed to be invented. I guess it might help families with two kids but it has been nothing but trouble for me. I usually try to carry Ella in such a way that she doesn’t see the cars but she is on the look out for them and immediately starts pointing and asking for ‘Truck… in it, in it!” when she spies one. I have many problems with them. The first is that they are hard to maneuver, although I have gotten somewhat better now that some time has gone past and I have been forced into practice. More important, however, is that the seatbelt is invariably either broken or missing altogether. As a result, no matter how many times I plead, threaten, reason, or order Ella to remain sitting she is invariably crawling around the car within five minutes. I know one of the reasons is that it is impossible for her to talk with me when sitting forward so she turns around and gets on her knees whenever she wants to tell me something. The thing that is the most frustrating is that we used to do just great eating our way through the grocery store with her chattering away in the regular car seat. Now she feels this is a cheap consolation prize and longingly eyes the trucks throughout the store when she isn’t in one. Ug—couldn’t leave well enough alone, could you, Mr. Progress!?!?! Had to get all fancy on us!! I will say it again. Ug.
Well, as always, thanks for reading.
Bonnie
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