28 Months Of Monkeys on the Bed

This has been a fun month, what with Christmas and getting to spend 2 week home with you. Christmas was a blast, you loved to help open every present and you showed appropriate level of enthusiasm for all your gifts. You even said "Oh cute!" when you opened clothes. You complete lost your mind when we got your Elmo Live! out of the box and the thing moved and talked all on it's own! You scored big time little girl. A little computer, talking toys, a dog that flips (Flipzy) and clothes that will make you even cuter.

I was just as sad as you were the day we finally had to put the decorations away, saying that we'll get them out next year must seem like a long way for someone who is only 2 years old.

New years I even let you stay up late! I think it was 10 pm when I finally had enough of your shenanigans to put you down. At night you like to sleep and go down without too much of a fuss, but nap times are hit and miss. Some days you're ready to go down at noon, but some days, even if I wait until later, you won't sleep no matter how much you need it, because trust me, I can tell the difference in the evening time when you've napped. Those are much happier days. Please sleep! for the love of all that is holy!

Church is also at the unreasonable hour of 9 am, but at least you're usually in a good mood in the morning. The same cannot be said of your father and I. We try, but good heavens, if you throw your goldfish crackers one more time you're never getting any ever again! Ahem. But this way church is over and we can pretend that you are napping afterwards. I think you're still too hyped up from nursery, but you will lay still some what quietly and I can listen to you hum or talk to yourself while I put together a puzzle. Even so, it would be nice if you actually got some rest, since you obviously need it not to be Miss Cranky Pants.

Potty training. This is difficult, as I only get you in the evening and on the weekends, so asking other people to let you pee on things probably isn't the polite thing to do. You're getting better at some of it, but mostly it's still accidents, but at least most of the time you realise your wet and I suppose that's a step in the right direction, even if it's a tiny step.

Making friends isn't your strong suit. There's another little girl at church who is roughly your age. She is your nemesis and also your best friend. You want to see her and play with her stuff, but you can't handle it if she wants to touch your things or play too close to you. You also love your baby cousin Macy, but don't know what to do with her. Push her? Hug her? Bring her toys? Take your toys away from her? So many possibilities, but you miss you when you don't see her. You've asked me many times in the past few days "Where Baby Macy?" like she should be at our house but you can't seem to find her. Hopefully you'll be good friends when your just a touch older.

It's fun much fun watching you interact with the world. With people and with things and see your understanding grow. I can't wait for you to grow more, but I'd also like to seal you in Tupperware so you never age again. But I think that's illegal, so I shall let you grow up.

You and Uncle Tee. He's a silly one, but I loved this picture.

Love You, Mama

Boring Boring Boring

"Why is Willow so boring?" you might well ask yourself.
The answers are simple and also complex. Or at least, that's what I tell myself.
I don't touch the computer much when I'm home, and I'm lucky enough that my holiday break was spent at home. but the principle that follows being home, is that when you get back to work, you have to work twice a shard to make up for the time off. i am no exception. So work has been filled with actual work. Surprising I know.
I have started out 2009 without resolutions. Since my goals always turn to naught anyway. Perhaps I'm starting 2009 with ennui or that I just know better then to set the bar too high. I have the same goals I have always had, so I'll keep trucking with those and see what i can make happen.
Also, no rock stars. What's up with that? I guess I could try and meet some up at Sundance, but Park City is about 45 minutes away! And cold, colder then it is here and I'm already complaining, but mostly to Husband and Cats. They know the full extent of my cold feet. But I have an electric blanket for nights, but I can't take the sucker with me to work. I should get one of those Snuggies™ to wear my blanket around. But that's probably not professional. They don't have people at their desks in the advertisement, but they should. I need one at work. Also I need something to keep me from chasing people and kicking them, and those things keep your legs fully encased.
That's what's up with me, working, sleeping, taking care of snotty, poopy child (who I still love in spite of the bodily fluids I have to clean up) and cleaning up Christmas. I finally did it. The boxes are stowed safely for next year. I can't wait to see my new tree with it's added height and white lights. I am set for next year. If I could just figure what to do with this half of the year.