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Sep. 2nd, 2008 12:00 amMy daughter ran around chanting her name ("Ebie! Ebie! Ebie!") for twenty minutes today. It was so cute that I probably died from it. We do call her Evie sometimes but usually, she's Evelyn. We weren't sure what she was saying at first because it was completely out of the blue. I don't know what made her start doing it but she will do it on command too, so I guess that's what she prefers to be called? Ha. Now that I think about it, I don't think anyone calls her Evie when they're trying to get her to mind. hehe. Maybe that's why...
On Friday we met M for lunch at a Chinese restaurant in the town he works in and we were attended to by the owner of the establishment. She is SO sweet. Young and pretty and peppy and she has a daughter about the same age as Evelyn. She loves our baby. She obviously likes all the babies in there but from our limited experience, she seems to really like E. She pats her and plays with her and hides behind her high chair and holds her little hands. The time before this, she actually reached for her and held her for a few minutes. (Which was actually kind of an amusing sight because she is a tiny little Asian lady and Evelyn is a blond giant.) As a parent, it is fantastic when someone fusses over your child. Having said that, it is also kind of nice to.. you know, talk to your husband, the one you get to eat weekday lunch with only once a month. And also, I try to relax but I am still not totally thrilled with strangers touching my baby. (The owner of a restaurant seems to be a low risk for things like kidnapping, but the germs!) Ahh, well. She is sweet and the food is great. We have still not found a Chinese restaurant in this town that we like so we'll keep going. Well, if we quit it won't be because of her. We think it hurts Evelyn's stomach so we might have to give it up and grab a burger instead. There is a very limited selection of places to eat in M's work town.
By the way, I'd just like to announce, if you hadn't noticed, that I cannot spell restaurant. I have a real block against it. I can spell quite well but this one word just kills me. I always, always, always type restaraunt. Then I stop and wait for the red squiggles to show up, then right-click and pick the right one. I know I spell it wrong but every time I think, THIS time I'm doing it right. But I don't. It's so stupid. On another note, every single time I write the word "together" on paper (I don't think I always do it while typing) I think to-get-her, which is the little trick my brother taught me when I first had the word on a spelling list in first grade. I kind of know how to spell that word without tricks now, you know, but I doubt that to-get-her will ever leave my head. Besides, it's a nice memory and I like remembering nice things about my brother so it's a win-win, I guess.
Also on Friday, I stopped in at Save-A-Lot while out on my marathon shopping event. I had never been in there, and only in a different one once or twice. I was extremely unimpressed, and left before walking through the whole store. I would just like to say that there is nothing wrong with being poor but there is there is no excuse for being dirty. Soap is cheap. As a matter of fact, on that very day, I walked into a store and they paid me a dollar to take home a bottle of body wash. I am not much of a store snob but I could not believe how bad many of the patrons smelled. It was funny though because when I walked in, the song on the speakers was "Walking in Memphis", and something about the sound quality while I was putting E in the buggy made it sound like it was a cover of that song instead of the actual song, which I had never really heard anyone do. My first thought was that even the MUSIC in this stupid store was a generic. ;) Or, maybe that was only funny in my head. It was not actually a cover anyway, I just have bad hearing. In any case, I will not be returning any time soon. I shouldn't be surprised because there is a dollar store in that little shopping center that I am kinda afraid to go into because it is dirty and cramped and the employees are always yelling. (Always. Ha. I think we have been in there twice. Which actually reminds me of another experience I had recently in a store.. strangely--or not--another dollar store, where a customer was loudly talking to someone about a dog that had scratched her car, and how she was going to shoot it if she saw it again, and she was cursing like mad. She was actually even scarier than the employees of that other store because for a brief moment I was contemplating calling the cops, before I realized that she was talking about a dog. I am not into people shooting dogs either, but I pick my battles. p.s. I wrote this story out because I meant to tell M about it and I forgot, and I know he will read this. Sorry to have gotten you all involved.) Of course, the reason I go back is because in between these two fine establishments is a JoAnn's. Which, that was a waste of time on Friday because I went for two very specific and exact purposes and they FOILED me on both of them. Their Alova suedecloth (ie: diaper inners, stay-dry) was on sale for $2.99 a yard! I have been waiting all year for this because it's just on sale in the fall. I needed white.... only to find that they had split the Alova up and the white? Was $7.50/yard and still "on sale" (meaning not even the possibility of using a 40% coupon.) Those bitches. I gave up on that and went off to look for Elmo fabric, preferably in flannel, and found not one single red furry monster anywhere. My baby NEEDS an Elmo diaper, people! They have one at Walmart but it is really cheap cotton that would not look good on a diaper. Bah, humbug. The Walmart lady (who would like a granddaughter because as much as she loves her two grandsons, she would love to sew for a little girl! And she must really think that because she has told me this on at least two different occasions.) said that Elmo comes and goes in fashion. ELMO DOES NOT GO OUT OF FASHION IN THIS HOUSE. :) Just give up the Elmo fabric, woman, and no one will get hurt. Except the poor dog who scratched Psycho's car.
I think I should be in bed instead of writing this, what do you think?
The baby shower on Saturday went well. I ended up sewing a small pocket diaper to go with the baby quilt and other random things. It was terribly frustrating to end up in a conversation before the gifts were open about modern cloth diapers, only to realize that I didn't have any with me and couldn't just say, "hey, there's one in that bag over there!" ;) Evelyn was... pretty good, but busy. Oh so busy. I ran after her like crazy. M got to have a few hours alone to do some manly shopping, which he enjoyed but he ended up missing his baby. Apparently, the manly man store was full of daddies carrying around their babies. I think my friend liked the stuff, or she faked it well, which is good enough, I guess. ;) The quilty post was locked until just now, by the way, because she reads this journal upon occasion.
After that, we headed up to my parents for the weekend. We were just up last weekend but we went to visit my cousin, which I think I wrote already. Anyway, that was nice. Her little boy is a little boy now, not a baby! I haven't seen them in almost a year. It was fun but fairly stressful because there was a full house yesterday. All but two of the grandkids/great-grandkids were there, plus an extra kid there with a cousin. So we had kids of the following ages: 14, 13, 11, 11, 9, 4, 3, 18 months and 15 months. My kid? Does not nap well, will not nap if there's anything going on, and does not enjoy heat. She will usually skip her nap on Sundays and fall asleep in the car on the way home, which isn't optimal. Anyway, she was completely exhausted yesterday, but it was too hot in the bedroom (and still too noisy) for her to succumb to sleep. So I took her outside, we moved a baby swing up onto the porch in the shade, and she sat in the swing for about three minutes before her eyelids began drooping. She was out like a light in no time. After a few minutes, I picked her up and held her on the (adult) porch swing for a while before handing her to M, who held her for a long time before my dad came out to relieve him. She woke up and snuggled on her Grandpa for a while and then actually fell asleep again. It sounds crazy to be going into this much detail about one little nap, but it has seriously been nearly a year since she has slept on anyone but me, and on M very rarely if she wakes up from a bad dream after being put to bed but before we go to bed, and he walks with her before putting her back down. But it was so freaking hot yesterday that everyone wanted to stay inside--the rest of the house was cooler than the closed bedroom--and so it was quiet and the swinging created a cool breeze. Poor little baby.
She sure is pretty though.
And being Mama sure is wonderful.
On Friday we met M for lunch at a Chinese restaurant in the town he works in and we were attended to by the owner of the establishment. She is SO sweet. Young and pretty and peppy and she has a daughter about the same age as Evelyn. She loves our baby. She obviously likes all the babies in there but from our limited experience, she seems to really like E. She pats her and plays with her and hides behind her high chair and holds her little hands. The time before this, she actually reached for her and held her for a few minutes. (Which was actually kind of an amusing sight because she is a tiny little Asian lady and Evelyn is a blond giant.) As a parent, it is fantastic when someone fusses over your child. Having said that, it is also kind of nice to.. you know, talk to your husband, the one you get to eat weekday lunch with only once a month. And also, I try to relax but I am still not totally thrilled with strangers touching my baby. (The owner of a restaurant seems to be a low risk for things like kidnapping, but the germs!) Ahh, well. She is sweet and the food is great. We have still not found a Chinese restaurant in this town that we like so we'll keep going. Well, if we quit it won't be because of her. We think it hurts Evelyn's stomach so we might have to give it up and grab a burger instead. There is a very limited selection of places to eat in M's work town.
By the way, I'd just like to announce, if you hadn't noticed, that I cannot spell restaurant. I have a real block against it. I can spell quite well but this one word just kills me. I always, always, always type restaraunt. Then I stop and wait for the red squiggles to show up, then right-click and pick the right one. I know I spell it wrong but every time I think, THIS time I'm doing it right. But I don't. It's so stupid. On another note, every single time I write the word "together" on paper (I don't think I always do it while typing) I think to-get-her, which is the little trick my brother taught me when I first had the word on a spelling list in first grade. I kind of know how to spell that word without tricks now, you know, but I doubt that to-get-her will ever leave my head. Besides, it's a nice memory and I like remembering nice things about my brother so it's a win-win, I guess.
Also on Friday, I stopped in at Save-A-Lot while out on my marathon shopping event. I had never been in there, and only in a different one once or twice. I was extremely unimpressed, and left before walking through the whole store. I would just like to say that there is nothing wrong with being poor but there is there is no excuse for being dirty. Soap is cheap. As a matter of fact, on that very day, I walked into a store and they paid me a dollar to take home a bottle of body wash. I am not much of a store snob but I could not believe how bad many of the patrons smelled. It was funny though because when I walked in, the song on the speakers was "Walking in Memphis", and something about the sound quality while I was putting E in the buggy made it sound like it was a cover of that song instead of the actual song, which I had never really heard anyone do. My first thought was that even the MUSIC in this stupid store was a generic. ;) Or, maybe that was only funny in my head. It was not actually a cover anyway, I just have bad hearing. In any case, I will not be returning any time soon. I shouldn't be surprised because there is a dollar store in that little shopping center that I am kinda afraid to go into because it is dirty and cramped and the employees are always yelling. (Always. Ha. I think we have been in there twice. Which actually reminds me of another experience I had recently in a store.. strangely--or not--another dollar store, where a customer was loudly talking to someone about a dog that had scratched her car, and how she was going to shoot it if she saw it again, and she was cursing like mad. She was actually even scarier than the employees of that other store because for a brief moment I was contemplating calling the cops, before I realized that she was talking about a dog. I am not into people shooting dogs either, but I pick my battles. p.s. I wrote this story out because I meant to tell M about it and I forgot, and I know he will read this. Sorry to have gotten you all involved.) Of course, the reason I go back is because in between these two fine establishments is a JoAnn's. Which, that was a waste of time on Friday because I went for two very specific and exact purposes and they FOILED me on both of them. Their Alova suedecloth (ie: diaper inners, stay-dry) was on sale for $2.99 a yard! I have been waiting all year for this because it's just on sale in the fall. I needed white.... only to find that they had split the Alova up and the white? Was $7.50/yard and still "on sale" (meaning not even the possibility of using a 40% coupon.) Those bitches. I gave up on that and went off to look for Elmo fabric, preferably in flannel, and found not one single red furry monster anywhere. My baby NEEDS an Elmo diaper, people! They have one at Walmart but it is really cheap cotton that would not look good on a diaper. Bah, humbug. The Walmart lady (who would like a granddaughter because as much as she loves her two grandsons, she would love to sew for a little girl! And she must really think that because she has told me this on at least two different occasions.) said that Elmo comes and goes in fashion. ELMO DOES NOT GO OUT OF FASHION IN THIS HOUSE. :) Just give up the Elmo fabric, woman, and no one will get hurt. Except the poor dog who scratched Psycho's car.
I think I should be in bed instead of writing this, what do you think?
The baby shower on Saturday went well. I ended up sewing a small pocket diaper to go with the baby quilt and other random things. It was terribly frustrating to end up in a conversation before the gifts were open about modern cloth diapers, only to realize that I didn't have any with me and couldn't just say, "hey, there's one in that bag over there!" ;) Evelyn was... pretty good, but busy. Oh so busy. I ran after her like crazy. M got to have a few hours alone to do some manly shopping, which he enjoyed but he ended up missing his baby. Apparently, the manly man store was full of daddies carrying around their babies. I think my friend liked the stuff, or she faked it well, which is good enough, I guess. ;) The quilty post was locked until just now, by the way, because she reads this journal upon occasion.
After that, we headed up to my parents for the weekend. We were just up last weekend but we went to visit my cousin, which I think I wrote already. Anyway, that was nice. Her little boy is a little boy now, not a baby! I haven't seen them in almost a year. It was fun but fairly stressful because there was a full house yesterday. All but two of the grandkids/great-grandkids were there, plus an extra kid there with a cousin. So we had kids of the following ages: 14, 13, 11, 11, 9, 4, 3, 18 months and 15 months. My kid? Does not nap well, will not nap if there's anything going on, and does not enjoy heat. She will usually skip her nap on Sundays and fall asleep in the car on the way home, which isn't optimal. Anyway, she was completely exhausted yesterday, but it was too hot in the bedroom (and still too noisy) for her to succumb to sleep. So I took her outside, we moved a baby swing up onto the porch in the shade, and she sat in the swing for about three minutes before her eyelids began drooping. She was out like a light in no time. After a few minutes, I picked her up and held her on the (adult) porch swing for a while before handing her to M, who held her for a long time before my dad came out to relieve him. She woke up and snuggled on her Grandpa for a while and then actually fell asleep again. It sounds crazy to be going into this much detail about one little nap, but it has seriously been nearly a year since she has slept on anyone but me, and on M very rarely if she wakes up from a bad dream after being put to bed but before we go to bed, and he walks with her before putting her back down. But it was so freaking hot yesterday that everyone wanted to stay inside--the rest of the house was cooler than the closed bedroom--and so it was quiet and the swinging created a cool breeze. Poor little baby.
She sure is pretty though.
And being Mama sure is wonderful.
