We spent last weekend digging and sifting dirt in our back yard, to put in a second raised bed for our garden. Vi really likes the digging part - she was a BIG help, moving dirt from one pile to the other and back! Now, the first thing every morning she says, "Outside? Dirt?" Here's what we'll plant:
Carrots
Pole beans
Corn
Cucumbers
Tomatoes
Zucchini
Squash
Sunflowers
Basil
Thyme
Cilantro
Parsley
I can't wait for summer!!!
We also went to the Audubon in Falmouth, and saw a tom turkey fanning the flames of looooove. He was handsome, and he knew it. Very cool.
On Sunday, we went to Wolfe's Neck Farm in Freeport, with Grammy and Papou. We saw baby sheep - little lambs, just a few days old. Also present: cows, chickens, goats, roosters, baby chickens, and some strange bird which Dan insists is a Guinea hen. I'll have to look it up. We had a great time!
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
Spring has Sprung!
Noelle (my FAVORITE sister) and I kicked off the season with a walk this morning.
Note: Noelle and I live 350 miles apart. So, we grab our cell phones and headsets and hit the pavement for a walk n' talk. Our neighbors think each of us is talking to herself, but, hey - the exercise is calming my nerves enough that I'm not worried about it.
It was such a great way to start my day! Better than coffee, even.
We're looking at 72-82 degrees this weekend, so you won't hear from me again for a few days! Have a great weekend.
Note: Noelle and I live 350 miles apart. So, we grab our cell phones and headsets and hit the pavement for a walk n' talk. Our neighbors think each of us is talking to herself, but, hey - the exercise is calming my nerves enough that I'm not worried about it.
It was such a great way to start my day! Better than coffee, even.
We're looking at 72-82 degrees this weekend, so you won't hear from me again for a few days! Have a great weekend.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Treasure Hunt
I had an awful day yesterday. Not 100% rotten, but rather frustrating, confusing, and quite filled with hurt. I called home around 5:30 to let Dan know that I would NOT be home by 6, and I would be in need of a hot bath, a glass of wine, and some serious nurturing. Or else there would be tears before sleep.
I got home around 7, and Vi instantly burst into tears. She wanted to go play outside...again, I'll say it was 7:00. Windy, cold, grey skies...and almost bedtime. Outside? Outside? She kept crying and begging...I was so drained and could not bear the thought of bundling up for a 10-minute playdate.
I retreated to my "give more to get more" mantra, dug deep, and found a spark of energy in my heart to, at the very least, distract her from her disappointment with something else mildly entertaining.
We went looking for the cat.
Let me rephrase that - I said, "LET'S! GO! FIND! THE! CAT!!!!! WHERE IS SHE?!?" with a swinging-pick-up and a joyful cheek-kiss.
Note: Mitten was NOT missing. She was in plain site (as Spoiler Dan pointed out) in the kitchen. But, we looked under every blanket, pillow, behind every door, in the bookshelf, out the windows. Sometimes whispering "is she in here?" and sometimes shouting "MITTEN!!!" It certainly did the trick to distract, entertain, and please Vi. We did some dancing, we hid in the fort (similar to this), said hello and bye-bye to Popps on the phone, and then the yawns arrived. We wandered into her bedroom, she slowed down and waved out the window to Addeee and Dyleeee, and before I knew it....Vi was sound asleep, and I was eating dinner in my PJs, in bed, glass of wine in-hand...watching How I Met Your Mother.
My day - my Rotten Day from Hell - ended on such a sweet, high note. All because I was able to give a bit more than I thought I had in me. Just a bit...somedays, that's all it takes, I guess.
I got home around 7, and Vi instantly burst into tears. She wanted to go play outside...again, I'll say it was 7:00. Windy, cold, grey skies...and almost bedtime. Outside? Outside? She kept crying and begging...I was so drained and could not bear the thought of bundling up for a 10-minute playdate.
I retreated to my "give more to get more" mantra, dug deep, and found a spark of energy in my heart to, at the very least, distract her from her disappointment with something else mildly entertaining.
We went looking for the cat.
Let me rephrase that - I said, "LET'S! GO! FIND! THE! CAT!!!!! WHERE IS SHE?!?" with a swinging-pick-up and a joyful cheek-kiss.
Note: Mitten was NOT missing. She was in plain site (as Spoiler Dan pointed out) in the kitchen. But, we looked under every blanket, pillow, behind every door, in the bookshelf, out the windows. Sometimes whispering "is she in here?" and sometimes shouting "MITTEN!!!" It certainly did the trick to distract, entertain, and please Vi. We did some dancing, we hid in the fort (similar to this), said hello and bye-bye to Popps on the phone, and then the yawns arrived. We wandered into her bedroom, she slowed down and waved out the window to Addeee and Dyleeee, and before I knew it....Vi was sound asleep, and I was eating dinner in my PJs, in bed, glass of wine in-hand...watching How I Met Your Mother.
My day - my Rotten Day from Hell - ended on such a sweet, high note. All because I was able to give a bit more than I thought I had in me. Just a bit...somedays, that's all it takes, I guess.
Monday, April 20, 2009
180
Give more, to get more? I take that back. (For now. Just for this rant. Really.)
I have learned today that a business to whom I have been consistently referring new business has taken on a relationship with my competitor, and pulled potential business away from me and my firm.
I'm not a cut-throat business person. I believe in honesty and integrity. I believe in positive partnerships. I think I have learned a valuable lesson today, but I'm not sure how to articulate it. Basically, I was giving and giving and giving...much more than I was ever going to receive.
It's not personal, it's business. Right? Somehow, this realization still hurts in a very personal way. And, I'm going to have to mourn the loss of a relationship that I had valued more than it was ever worth.
Anyone have a business-smart karma book to suggest? :-)
I have learned today that a business to whom I have been consistently referring new business has taken on a relationship with my competitor, and pulled potential business away from me and my firm.
I'm not a cut-throat business person. I believe in honesty and integrity. I believe in positive partnerships. I think I have learned a valuable lesson today, but I'm not sure how to articulate it. Basically, I was giving and giving and giving...much more than I was ever going to receive.
It's not personal, it's business. Right? Somehow, this realization still hurts in a very personal way. And, I'm going to have to mourn the loss of a relationship that I had valued more than it was ever worth.
Anyone have a business-smart karma book to suggest? :-)
Give more to get more
I keep hearing the same advice, and I need help transforming it into a mantra and lifestyle - give more to get more. Love, gratitude, attention, respect...It seems that in every aspect of my life, I need to find a way to dig deep and find ways to GIVE. Specific examples lately include: give a referral for a client, and they may return the favor. Be more loving, and receive more love. This is Karma 101, right?
My request to you: add a comment below with YOUR favorite mantra, or a reading recommendation for me. (AZ - you've already fulfilled both of these requests, he he.)
My request to you: add a comment below with YOUR favorite mantra, or a reading recommendation for me. (AZ - you've already fulfilled both of these requests, he he.)
Monday, April 13, 2009
Dancing Vi
Here's one of the funniest videos of Vi dancing yet.
It's like one of those "America's Funniest Videos" where the guy falls off the trampoline, lands straddling the picket fence, and you really want to laugh but you're kinda worried that he's seriously injured.
You'll see:
It's like one of those "America's Funniest Videos" where the guy falls off the trampoline, lands straddling the picket fence, and you really want to laugh but you're kinda worried that he's seriously injured.
You'll see:
Saturday, April 11, 2009
A perfect day
I already posted this morning, indicating that we had all slept in. It seemed like a treat, even though it was a very wakeful night for poor, ear-infected Vi. Even though she's not quite herself, we were able to make the most of the day.
It was chilly out, but not so much as to keep us inside. Which was good, because Vi's favorite word right now is, "Outside?" (Always said with a question mark, since it's a very sincere request.) We "played" in the back yard, moving Sticks! from one area! into a pile! so Dada could take them to the dump! It was quite a lot of fun, actually. Then we played "vroom, vroom," which means Vi took off her shoes and pushed all of the buttons on my dash. When, in the midst of quite a lot of fun, Vi threw herself on the ground and started crying we went back inside. She snuggled into me and fell asleep almost instantly. Truly - I'm not being sarcastic about any of this. We were having fun one second, with no signs of sleepiness, cold, boredom, etc, and the next moment she was ready to be asleep. She had a nice long nap, at the regular nap-time, even though her routine for the day was so screwy.
After nap, we dyed Easter eggs! The entire experience, as Dan predicted, took about 1 1/2 minutes. Dan was an excellent photo documentarian, as you will see in the picasa web album posted at the end.
We played outside some more, using D's wagon for a little ride. I made some pizza dough, then Dan went to get some groceries. While I assembled the pizzas, Vi and Dan settled in to watch The Sound of Music. Seeing Vi's face while watching it was precious. It wasn't her first time, but it was the first time she's really tried to sing along. "So, so, so," during the extended version of "Doe, a Deer." She stood up in bed and wiggled around, she made very serious singing faces, she applauded at the end of the puppet show...it was great.
Then we ate hawaiian pizza, homemade with pineapples and bacon.
Yes, we ate the entire package of bacon today.
Talk about a wonderful day!
Enjoy the photos and a few little videos. No children were harmed in the making of these movies. Really.
http://picasaweb.google.com/linzwalsh/MarchAndApril2009?feat=directlink
It was chilly out, but not so much as to keep us inside. Which was good, because Vi's favorite word right now is, "Outside?" (Always said with a question mark, since it's a very sincere request.) We "played" in the back yard, moving Sticks! from one area! into a pile! so Dada could take them to the dump! It was quite a lot of fun, actually. Then we played "vroom, vroom," which means Vi took off her shoes and pushed all of the buttons on my dash. When, in the midst of quite a lot of fun, Vi threw herself on the ground and started crying we went back inside. She snuggled into me and fell asleep almost instantly. Truly - I'm not being sarcastic about any of this. We were having fun one second, with no signs of sleepiness, cold, boredom, etc, and the next moment she was ready to be asleep. She had a nice long nap, at the regular nap-time, even though her routine for the day was so screwy.
After nap, we dyed Easter eggs! The entire experience, as Dan predicted, took about 1 1/2 minutes. Dan was an excellent photo documentarian, as you will see in the picasa web album posted at the end.
We played outside some more, using D's wagon for a little ride. I made some pizza dough, then Dan went to get some groceries. While I assembled the pizzas, Vi and Dan settled in to watch The Sound of Music. Seeing Vi's face while watching it was precious. It wasn't her first time, but it was the first time she's really tried to sing along. "So, so, so," during the extended version of "Doe, a Deer." She stood up in bed and wiggled around, she made very serious singing faces, she applauded at the end of the puppet show...it was great.
Then we ate hawaiian pizza, homemade with pineapples and bacon.
Yes, we ate the entire package of bacon today.
Talk about a wonderful day!
Enjoy the photos and a few little videos. No children were harmed in the making of these movies. Really.
http://picasaweb.google.com/linzwalsh/MarchAndApril2009?feat=directlink
Bacon
Vi and Dan slept in past 9 o'clock today! Around 9:30, Dan shuffled out to the kitchen with my cell phone. He mumbled, "You have a message."
When I looked, I saw that it was a text message from Dan, which he had sent from bed. It said:
Bacon?
I guess he was hoping for breakfast in bed, eh? Imagine his dismay when he heard my phone, vibrating or beeping beside him, as the realization dawned upon him that yes, he would have to hand-deliver his text message.
When I looked, I saw that it was a text message from Dan, which he had sent from bed. It said:
Bacon?
I guess he was hoping for breakfast in bed, eh? Imagine his dismay when he heard my phone, vibrating or beeping beside him, as the realization dawned upon him that yes, he would have to hand-deliver his text message.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
A village
I keep hearing the phrase "it takes a village..." in various contexts. It seems that most people believe this, but don't see it in action. I am feeling very grateful today for my own little "village," and the pieces of that notion that still exist - at least, they exist in my little world.
For one thing, I love my neighborhood. You've seen my post about saying "night-night" to all of our neighbors through the windows before bedtime. Vi truly knows the names of all of our neighbors, and is thrilled to see each of them whenever we can. She literally lunges from my arms or starts running across the yard when any of our neighbors appears - she simply can't wait to say "Hi-looo!" to them.
To one side of us lives a family that has been in the neighborhood since it was built in 1942. T's father was the original owner, and she grew up in that house. She now lives there with her husband and teenage son; their daughter is away at college. They have a grand porch on the front of the house, with stairs! and rocking chairs! and peek-a-boo railings! and a sign that says, "come sit on our porch." The best thing? THEY MEAN IT. Come 5 o'clock on spring and summer evenings, everyone is on that porch. Papou mentioned to me today that we now live in a "nod & wave" society, rather than an "it takes a village" society, and that one of the indicators is that people have private porches on the back of their house, whereas the porch used to be a social setting on the front side. That was the first time I acknowledged this little blessing in my life.
Across the street are three families, all with little kiddos. There's a boy and girl (4 and 2) in one house, D. (13 months) across the street, and two boys to the right (6 and almost 2). Vi and D. are in day care together, and are entering a developmental stage where their 6 months age gap isn't so significant anymore. In the evening and on weekends, we're out front in the yard, drawing on the sidewalk, riding in D.'s little red wagon, playing peek-a-boo on T's porch...and getting lots of smiles and giggles out of our little ones. In a pinch, we have sitters at the ready - sitters that make it feel more like a play date.
Just this morning, we were dropping the kids off at "school," and Dylan's dad had to leave...before D. was ready for him to. D. was just as happy to hang with me for a few minutes while he slipped out the door unnoticed. I was able to transition the two of them to a teacher and slip away with some kisses and funny faces through the window. The whole drop-off process was...smooth.
Why? Because we are lucky enough to have a few fragments of village-living in my 'hood. It's so much easier with extra hands.
For one thing, I love my neighborhood. You've seen my post about saying "night-night" to all of our neighbors through the windows before bedtime. Vi truly knows the names of all of our neighbors, and is thrilled to see each of them whenever we can. She literally lunges from my arms or starts running across the yard when any of our neighbors appears - she simply can't wait to say "Hi-looo!" to them.
To one side of us lives a family that has been in the neighborhood since it was built in 1942. T's father was the original owner, and she grew up in that house. She now lives there with her husband and teenage son; their daughter is away at college. They have a grand porch on the front of the house, with stairs! and rocking chairs! and peek-a-boo railings! and a sign that says, "come sit on our porch." The best thing? THEY MEAN IT. Come 5 o'clock on spring and summer evenings, everyone is on that porch. Papou mentioned to me today that we now live in a "nod & wave" society, rather than an "it takes a village" society, and that one of the indicators is that people have private porches on the back of their house, whereas the porch used to be a social setting on the front side. That was the first time I acknowledged this little blessing in my life.
Across the street are three families, all with little kiddos. There's a boy and girl (4 and 2) in one house, D. (13 months) across the street, and two boys to the right (6 and almost 2). Vi and D. are in day care together, and are entering a developmental stage where their 6 months age gap isn't so significant anymore. In the evening and on weekends, we're out front in the yard, drawing on the sidewalk, riding in D.'s little red wagon, playing peek-a-boo on T's porch...and getting lots of smiles and giggles out of our little ones. In a pinch, we have sitters at the ready - sitters that make it feel more like a play date.
Just this morning, we were dropping the kids off at "school," and Dylan's dad had to leave...before D. was ready for him to. D. was just as happy to hang with me for a few minutes while he slipped out the door unnoticed. I was able to transition the two of them to a teacher and slip away with some kisses and funny faces through the window. The whole drop-off process was...smooth.
Why? Because we are lucky enough to have a few fragments of village-living in my 'hood. It's so much easier with extra hands.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Hot Toddy and Day Cream
I do like to post about topics other than my kid. Really, I do. I'm happy when the content-related ads are pleasing to my readers - such as the Crabtree & Evelyn ad which caught the interest of my friend, Katrine. This ad appeared when I wrote about our success at getting rid of Vi's eczema using the Dionis unscented lotion.
This lotion was a gift from my friend Kristin. She's one of the friends who comes to visit me and Vi, and while hanging out and playing and feeding me and telling me jokes she also manages to interact with Vi and do my dishes and fold my husband's underwear. A GOOD FRIEND, to say the very, very least. We have known each other for over 20 years, and she continues to be the kindest and smartest person I have ever known.
So, to honor her, I will today blog about Barcelona and Alcohol.
Kristin and I met up in Barcelona about 10 years ago for a week-long adventure. We drank the best, best sangria while sitting on Las Ramblas, visited a beautiful monastery on a hillside, saw amazing (and amazingly strange) Gaudi, stayed in a simple yet very cool youth hostel, and tried our best to stay afloat with our Castillian Spanish skills in a primarily Catalan region. BEST VACATION EVER. We also took a two-day jaunt across the country to La Coruna, the city where I lived during my semester abroad. Most of the time was spent on the train, the smoky, smoky train, but we did get to wander the streets of the city, see the beautiful coastline and reunite with my host family. La Coruna is directly across the ocean from where I live, so there are remarkable similarities between the two areas. Someday I will scan my photos and post any that are worth sharing. We had a very memorable trip, and I'm dying to go back! Just today, I saw an ad for $192 airfare to Barcelona. Moments later, a friend and colleague told me he is going there for an anniversary trip with his wife. Aaaagh! Dan and I will go, someday.
Speaking of Dan, he's had a miserable time with being sick this winter. He's had a stomach bug and an ongoing cold. A few weeks ago he had bronchitis that necessitated a trip to the doctor's office and antibiotics. The medication seemed to do the trick, but last week the cough and rumbling came back. I went out and bought some Jack Daniels and made him a hot toddy that night. Here's my recipe:
2 shots of Jack Daniels
1 shot of lemon juice
1-2 T honey
Sugar to taste (optional)
Hot water
I mix everything but the water in a big mug, then pour piping hot water in. Part of why this is a cure-all is the heat from the water and the heat from the whiskey. It should be sipped slowly just before bed. I don't care how well you tolerate liquor - if you're sick and you have this in your PJs all cozy in bed, you'll be knocked out quickly for a restful night of sleep. Most likely, you'll feel MUCH better in the morning.
So, that's it. I hope some interesting ads appear for all of you, but mostly, I hope you have the joy of knowing a friendship as sweet and as long-lasting as mine with Kristin. She's just great.
This lotion was a gift from my friend Kristin. She's one of the friends who comes to visit me and Vi, and while hanging out and playing and feeding me and telling me jokes she also manages to interact with Vi and do my dishes and fold my husband's underwear. A GOOD FRIEND, to say the very, very least. We have known each other for over 20 years, and she continues to be the kindest and smartest person I have ever known.
So, to honor her, I will today blog about Barcelona and Alcohol.
Kristin and I met up in Barcelona about 10 years ago for a week-long adventure. We drank the best, best sangria while sitting on Las Ramblas, visited a beautiful monastery on a hillside, saw amazing (and amazingly strange) Gaudi, stayed in a simple yet very cool youth hostel, and tried our best to stay afloat with our Castillian Spanish skills in a primarily Catalan region. BEST VACATION EVER. We also took a two-day jaunt across the country to La Coruna, the city where I lived during my semester abroad. Most of the time was spent on the train, the smoky, smoky train, but we did get to wander the streets of the city, see the beautiful coastline and reunite with my host family. La Coruna is directly across the ocean from where I live, so there are remarkable similarities between the two areas. Someday I will scan my photos and post any that are worth sharing. We had a very memorable trip, and I'm dying to go back! Just today, I saw an ad for $192 airfare to Barcelona. Moments later, a friend and colleague told me he is going there for an anniversary trip with his wife. Aaaagh! Dan and I will go, someday.
Speaking of Dan, he's had a miserable time with being sick this winter. He's had a stomach bug and an ongoing cold. A few weeks ago he had bronchitis that necessitated a trip to the doctor's office and antibiotics. The medication seemed to do the trick, but last week the cough and rumbling came back. I went out and bought some Jack Daniels and made him a hot toddy that night. Here's my recipe:
2 shots of Jack Daniels
1 shot of lemon juice
1-2 T honey
Sugar to taste (optional)
Hot water
I mix everything but the water in a big mug, then pour piping hot water in. Part of why this is a cure-all is the heat from the water and the heat from the whiskey. It should be sipped slowly just before bed. I don't care how well you tolerate liquor - if you're sick and you have this in your PJs all cozy in bed, you'll be knocked out quickly for a restful night of sleep. Most likely, you'll feel MUCH better in the morning.
So, that's it. I hope some interesting ads appear for all of you, but mostly, I hope you have the joy of knowing a friendship as sweet and as long-lasting as mine with Kristin. She's just great.
Go Sox!
Vi seemed indifferent about her Red Sox outfit at first, but when I tried to take it off to add a warmer layer beneath, she was Not Happy. So, Red Sox with Ponies it is for today, opening day:
Monday, April 6, 2009
Happy, happy Choo-choo.
You know that song, right? Happy, happy, choo-choo?
Vi is really starting to sing along - and request specific songs. Her favorite song is "Happy Birthday to You." This is largely due to the fact that I have saved every single voicmeail from my sister's kids singing their silly versions of it to me and Dan...for YEARS. Vi will pull a chair up to the counter in the kitchen and try to play the answering maching (Yes, we still have one of those MACHINES to catch our missed calls) and ask, "Happy? Happy?" And we'll listen to Ben and Lolly singing "you look like a monkey" and other variations on the jungle theme. It's great!
When we're driving in the car, we'll ask Vi if she wants to sing a song. She usually will say "uh-huh," which, as I have reported earlier, has sadly replaced her very sweet and unique "yesssh."
We'll go through the list of songs, and usually end up with Happy Birthday or Old MacDonald. Half-way through each, we'll ask Vi to let us know the subject of the current verse. It's always Papou's birthday, and there's always another horse on the farm.
When she doesn't want those two songs, we go through this list:
Vi is really starting to sing along - and request specific songs. Her favorite song is "Happy Birthday to You." This is largely due to the fact that I have saved every single voicmeail from my sister's kids singing their silly versions of it to me and Dan...for YEARS. Vi will pull a chair up to the counter in the kitchen and try to play the answering maching (Yes, we still have one of those MACHINES to catch our missed calls) and ask, "Happy? Happy?" And we'll listen to Ben and Lolly singing "you look like a monkey" and other variations on the jungle theme. It's great!
When we're driving in the car, we'll ask Vi if she wants to sing a song. She usually will say "uh-huh," which, as I have reported earlier, has sadly replaced her very sweet and unique "yesssh."
We'll go through the list of songs, and usually end up with Happy Birthday or Old MacDonald. Half-way through each, we'll ask Vi to let us know the subject of the current verse. It's always Papou's birthday, and there's always another horse on the farm.
When she doesn't want those two songs, we go through this list:
- Ants go marching
- Monkeys on the bed
- Twinkle, twinkle
- ABCs
- I see the moon
- Inagaddadavida by The Iron Butterfly.
If we get all the way to #6, she giggles and agrees. Not that I know the real words to that one, but Mumzy apparently has it on her iPod, which Vi discovered last night. She rocked right out.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Good Night, World!
Last night, at about 7:20, I saw some signs that Vi was ready to wind it on down for the night. I asked her, as she boogied away from me, if she was ready for "lotion and jams," the official start to our nightime "routine," if it can be called that.
Sidenote: We've been using Dionis goats' milk lotion as a primer, then Gentle Naturals Ezcema Cream for a first coat, and finishing it off with a combination of Lanisoh Lanolin and plain-old Vaseline on any rough, raised or inflamed areas. We slather the lotion and ointment and goo onto her baby skin, then apply her pajamas like a bandage to seal in the moisture. Her eczema is GONE.
Vi literally spun on her heels toward her bedroom and said "Uh-huh!" (Sadly, her sweet "yessshhhh has turned into a "yuh-huh.")
Before I could catch up with her, she had walked into her bedroom and climbed onto the bench in front of the front window. She was saying, "Bye-bye! Night-night Aaaadeeeee! Night-night Dyleeeeeee! Night-night world!" This is what we usually do just before "lotion and jams." I say, as I prepare to close the blinds, "Good night, world! Good night Adam & Dylan & Solasi (our neighbors across the street)," then I close the blinds. We move onto the next window and repeat the ritual, saying night-night to the neighbors on the other side of the house. I thought it was so sweet that she initiated this on her own, and yet another indicator that she is entering the parrot stage. It seems like she hears and sees everything around her and has to try it out at least once. ..usually more like 17 times. She's even started climbing up onto the kitchen table just to shake her finger and say "No, no, no. Sit, sit, sit." Apparently she's been scolded more than once for monkey-climbing.
Sidenote: We've been using Dionis goats' milk lotion as a primer, then Gentle Naturals Ezcema Cream for a first coat, and finishing it off with a combination of Lanisoh Lanolin and plain-old Vaseline on any rough, raised or inflamed areas. We slather the lotion and ointment and goo onto her baby skin, then apply her pajamas like a bandage to seal in the moisture. Her eczema is GONE.
Vi literally spun on her heels toward her bedroom and said "Uh-huh!" (Sadly, her sweet "yessshhhh has turned into a "yuh-huh.")
Before I could catch up with her, she had walked into her bedroom and climbed onto the bench in front of the front window. She was saying, "Bye-bye! Night-night Aaaadeeeee! Night-night Dyleeeeeee! Night-night world!" This is what we usually do just before "lotion and jams." I say, as I prepare to close the blinds, "Good night, world! Good night Adam & Dylan & Solasi (our neighbors across the street)," then I close the blinds. We move onto the next window and repeat the ritual, saying night-night to the neighbors on the other side of the house. I thought it was so sweet that she initiated this on her own, and yet another indicator that she is entering the parrot stage. It seems like she hears and sees everything around her and has to try it out at least once. ..usually more like 17 times. She's even started climbing up onto the kitchen table just to shake her finger and say "No, no, no. Sit, sit, sit." Apparently she's been scolded more than once for monkey-climbing.
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