Today is FREAKING COLD!!! I just went to the bank, and my eyelids froze. That’s right! I haven’t felt this cold since I used to live in the great up north. Where a trip to the supermarket would produce tears of pain. And since when I have stopped wearing mascara. The second you walked anywhere inside, my eyes would start tearing uncontrollabily, and I became a raccoon. Yes, it could have easily been solved with waterproof mascara, but at my young age, who needed the extra step after a night of drinking to use proper eye make up remover instead of just splashing my face with water.
In the world that is called Diva O, life with O has become really intresting. She so much bossier than before, and now she can clearly express her demands and commands. Mommy, put here. Mommy, lean back.
This morning, her stuffed puppy (who used to be a brilliant white has now become a really gross grayish color) was bad. She was telling it. No, puppy, bad. Time out. I asked, Why does puppy have a time out? Puppy, no listen. Puppy time out. Then 2 minutes later, she goes to the puppy, in the time out corner. Says something, which I cannot understand. Then, Ok, puppy. I lole you (love you). Gimme hug. And she hugs the puppy. Clearly, she understands the whole time out situation. The puppy was remorseful enough for its behavior that it was taken to daycare today (only to change colors probably to a nice black color).
The amount of energy she has is astounding. Last night we made our own tambourine band. DH and I took turns banging on the tambourine, while O and DH or I (depending on who was the assigned musician), danced around in circles in an Indian-rain-dance-kind-of-circle. She had a great time. We did it Gain, mommy, Gain, Cacky! for a good half hour.
And even after a full day spent at daycare with other kids, she comes home and just wants to run around. I don’t understand with all the running, how come she doesn’t sleep through the night. I haven’t allowed her in our bed in the middle of the night in WEEKS, but she still gets up every night. And every night she cries. And every night we don’t get a full nights’ sleep. Maybe soon….