Best New Song

We ate at Del Pueblo again tonight.

We might be addicted.

The wait staff always gives us funny looks when we tell them to make it "as hot as you can." I think they make it as hot as they think we can take it...'cause we all know there are hotter peppers than that. Rocket Man about did himself in with his second fajita...and stopped putting peppers of any kind on them from that point forward. I, on the other hand, loaded them up every time. Apparently my face got rather red a couple of times this evening, and I know I got a little sweaty...I mean I glowed, people...but man, was it good!

Miss Thing had chicken tenders with fries...and AVOCADO! If only you could all hear how she says it. We ask for sliced avocado, then she asks a bazillion times about it while they slice it, and when the man sets it down in front of her she gets all wide-eyed and shouts:
AVOCADOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It is awesome.

Towards the end of our dinner the karaoke machine is set up and the resident musician begins to perform. Miss Thing LOVES that part. She dances in her seat, asks for more, tells us to listen and in general has a grand old time.

Tonight the last song we heard was Tequila, which I cannot hear without thinking of Pee Wee Herman. The best part? Miss Thing started to shout "Tequila!" along with the song.

We might be in trouble.

Wait a second...we have a girl-child...of course we are in trouble!

Best New Show

That WE watch.

That was my disclaimer, people.

We've been watching Better Off Ted since it began. It took a while for them to get into the swing of things, as it can with a new anything, but these days we really enjoy it.

Basically, it is good because of the impossibility of it all. The Veridian Dynamics commercials are one of my favorite parts of the show, as well as any part that includes Lem and Phil.

Lem and Phil are two scientists who are also best friends. And they are an entity. You cannot take them apart; they simply would not be. Where they are involved, hilarity and impossibilities ensue.

This past week's show was worthy of a chuckle from any college aged male...or any male who has ever been in college and had friends/roommates with whom to be up to no good.

It was worthy of a laugh from my brother and brother-in-law, who I tend to think set the limits, rules and regulations for that kind of funny.

Anyway. If you're not watching it, then this post probably means very little to you. I suggest you begin watching it.

If you do watch it, perhaps you have some insight on the funny that you would like to share. If so, please do so in the comments!

I'm out!

Best Everything-ing

I am tired.

There are a few reasons.

For starters, Rocket Man has been out of town.  Not only that, but he found out in the afternoon the day before he was supposed to be gone.  So no prep-time.

And I don't mean physically preparing things, I mean mentally.  If I have some prior notification, I can mentally prepare myself for the single everything-ing (which is what they should call single parenting...cause you are not just being the parent by yourself; you are being everything by yourself).

Also, I didn't drink coffee yesterday or today.

No, I'm not pregnant or trying to become so, so stop that train of thought right there.

Honestly, I don't drink that much of it anymore and washing that dern coffeepot every single day without end amen was getting to me.

It was nice to not wash it these past two days.

I do think that the half a cup I've been having on a regular basis gives me just enough of a kick that I don't have the tireds all day.  YES, THE TIREDS.

Because I am tired, so I can make up words.

SO THERE.

My child misses and asks for her Daddy all day long.

That is a tad bit tiring too.

That is all.

Best One or the Other

I've noticed some improvement the past two days in my classes at the Y. My ability in the bodypump class is directly related to the fact that I've figured out what weight I can successfully lift for each segment.

Really I just had to take the shoulder weight down some...mostly because I have wimpy ones.

Now that I know the weight that is appropriate, I can almost get the whole way through every segment without any stopping or wimping out. Overall, I complete each one, but not without feeling like my muscles are about to rip themselves off of my body and retreat in defiance.

So, you know, improvement.

As for bodyattack, there I am able to go more all-out with the cardio sections. I am also waaaaay better at the push-up track. As in now I actually do them the whole way through...or at least until my shoulder won't let me do them anymore.

I would be better at that class if not for the wimpy ankle syndrome it seems to invoke in its participants. For reals. I talked with a few classmates today and while I'm the only one who was bringing it up, I am not the only one with ankle wimpiness problems. Apparently a lot of us have experienced the achy pain around our ankles and it has caused a few of us to have trouble walking on the days following the class.

At least I am not alone.

Solidarity: keeps you going.


On another note, my dog just ate a chess square. A big one. For those of you who are unaware, chess squares are food, not broken pieces of a game board. The ingredients include a box of confectioner's sugar. A BOX. And I repeat: my dog just ate a big piece.

I figure that any moment now he's either going to run laps around the house like a crazy possessed thing or he'll just keel over dead from the rush.

One.

Or the other.

Best I'm Gonna Miss That Moment

For today, anyway...

Miss Thing and I were on our own for the night-time routine this evening since Rocket Man was tied up with work. We had dinner and got her pajamas on and then went upstairs to call Guga and Papa Jim on the web-cam. They weren't home, which was kinda sad for Miss Thing as she kept asking about them. We finally called their house and I let her leave a message...as only a 20-month-old (granted, with lots of words/phrases) can do.

Lately Rocket Man has been reading a bunch of books with Perpetual Motion just before she goes to bed. Therefore I was a little concerned about how she would feel about the fact that she couldn't talk to Guga and Papa Jim nor was she going to see Daddy at all this evening. I did the usual "We're not getting those toys out because we are getting ready to go to bed." routine and eventually she came over to sit with me. Then she wanted to play.

Occasionally we all play a game where I sit on the floor, leaning against the sofa with my feet on the floor and my knees bent up in front of me. PM will come over, push my knees apart and then "get me", which means she giggles and falls onto me. This turns into "Daddy is going to get you!", where she runs to Rocket Man, then runs back to me, and throws herself on me while I protect her from the tickles her Dad is trying to give her.

The anticipation, it almost kills her.

'Tis good fun, this game.

Tonight she wanted to play it.

I told her that Daddy was at work. She told me he was at work. Then she pretended to call for him: "Daddy!"

Then she flung herself onto me, hid her face, and started saying all of the things that I usually say:

"He's going to get you!"
"Here he comes!"
"Watch out!"

It was so terribly cute to listen to her say all of those things.

I played along by stomping my feet (this is how Rocket Man sloooowly comes over to get her), and she started trying to make my feet stomp. This was extra entertaining because she didn't really understand that she needed to pick my legs/feet up in order to stomp them...so she basically ended up just smacking my knees and shouting "stomp!" over and over.

I asked her to show me how she could stomp and it looked exactly like when she dances.

Inneresting.

The game was fun, though not nearly as much so as when Rocket Man is here to play along. It was way more snuggly, though. Without him here to rile her up for real, she was just really cuddly with me while she said all of the phrases.

I recently read a post...somewhere...where a Mom of three or more kids was talking about how she got through the toddler years. Her kids were really close in age and therefore the toddler years of one would be book-ended with more toddler years and infant years...which made for some rather difficult and exasperating times.

She said that in order to not lose her cool or do something outside of the behavior she wanted to exhibit as the Mom, she would always tell herself that one day she'd miss this. This being whatever was going on at the moment.

It is a good thing to tell yourself whenever things are hectic and you think your head is going to explode from the [insert whatever crazy things/monotonous things can happen with teeny people]. I mean, if you are feeding your kid and wishing that they could do it themselves 'cause boy are you tired of it, before you get frustrated or annoyed it helps you to realize that they're going to learn and then you'll be wishing that they let you feed them.

Toddler-hood isn't all peaches for anyone; there is a fine line between needing Mom and Dad and wanting to be independent. I know that wobbly line is crossed...and uncrossed...throughout a child's life and well into adult-hood, but I think that the physical needs, as in I need you to help me feed myself type, are greatest when kids are teeny like mine is right now.

Since I read her post, I've been telling myself that one day I'll miss [this]. She'll learn to do something that I've been waiting forever for her to learn, and while I'll be proud and happy that I no longer have to assist, at the same time I imagine she'll decide she doesn't want to snuggle with me anymore before bed. Or something like that.

Our playtime tonight? One day I'm gonna miss it.

At the rate kids grow and change, that day will be tomorrow.