friday afternoon rambles

The girl is not being bad today but she is wearing on me just the same. It's all the leaning, of all things, that's getting to me. She keeps coming up to me and leaning against me. It sounds awful that such a small thing is getting on my nerves, but she doesn't stand still when she does it so I'm constantly braced against her movements (like when I was in a rolling chair on a hardwood floor) and then her legs get lazy and she starts sagging backwards against me while wiggling her arms. I haven't been anywhere since Tuesday, so I'm guessing that's not helping. I normally like to get out of the house at least every couple of days but I had a people overload this weekend and have just felt like staying home this week as a result. I'll be glad when M gets home and the weekend starts. I think we're going shopping tomorrow, so that will certainly be a little while out of the house.

Why is LJ so slow on Fridays? I have never understood it. It makes no sense. Why aren't you posting lots of entertaing things? Personally, I would imagine that the people who write at work would have more time on Fridays than other days. It has that nice relaxed pre-weekend feel to it so more potential theoretical goofing off time. But then, I worked for the state so what do I know? I never blogged from work though. It always struck me as a bad idea.

Why are the kids on children's shows dressed so terribly? I know there is some level of dated fashion that's going on but I really don't think these clothes would have looked good in any era. Books, too. They look so dorky.

I am wearing a Mrs. Potato Head earring.

Speaking of potato heads, I completely lost my mind before Christmas, apparently. When people asked me what Evelyn needed/wanted for Christmas, I gave them several ideas. First of all, I bought the Mrs. Potato Head, and a set of refrigerator magnets. She also got three wooden puzzles, a container of blocks, a play hair accessory kit and a doctor kit. Then we got home, and I started realizing that there was a metric assload of small pieces floating around my house. She also has a lot of play food and dishes, so adding it all together... I mean, there is just no end to the little toys in my living room floor. And I brought it on myself, no less! I didn't request all of those things but I did specifically ask for the blocks and puzzles. I think I must have been smoking crack or something.

She wants clothes only for her birthday. Really. :) Well, no. I am getting really bored with all of her clothes, though. I think I'm just ready for spring stuff.

Oh Lord, she is killing me. She wants a toy cookie pot shape-sorting toy to sing. It has been out of batteries for months. She has outgrown the thing long ago and never plays with it. I was planning on putting it in the basement this weekend. I have explained that it needs batteries and that I need a screwdriver to do it. I have told her that I will do it in a minute. I have told her it's broken. She nods solemnly and says, "Okay." and then says, "SING." and shoves it in my face again. I know that logic is beyond her, really, but man it gets old after a while. I guess that means I should go try to fix the damned thing. I was really enjoying a little break but apparently break time is over. :) Now it's time to do the cooking dinner (which, no clue what to make) and all that anyway so I guess I might as well end this now anyway before I sound even more impatient. I think it is the curse of motherhood... parenthood, I guess.. that the things that annoy us also make us sound petty and ungrateful. Great!

And now she is crushing her crackers up into small pieces oon the living room floor. Great. ;)

But now she crawled up on me, laid her head on my chest and said, "Mommy time." Aww... I think I'll keep her after all. :)