Monday, February 20, 2006

Weekend revelations about Miss M

Favorite Winter Olympics sport: Curling. Concentric circles. Very exciting when circles are the pretty much the only shape for which you have a word. Even more exciting when one of the circles is "boo" and the other is "reh," the two colors you happen to know best.

Potential (Summer) Olympic material: Weightlifting. Not kidding. We went to Costco yesterday and bought a lot of juice. The Powers That Be in their ordering department have recognized that Passover is coming, and so the store was hugely stocked with enormous 3-liter bottles of Kedem grape juice. Not that we will be home for Passover (we move in with Taxman's parents for the week), but we use the grape juice as our Shabbat kiddush beverage of choice. Every week.

But I digress. Anyway, as Taxman was clearing out room in our closet/pantry for the wealth of juice, Miss M took it upon herself to move the bottles, one by one, to the living room rug. A distance of maybe 7 or 8 feet, but there were many bottles. And they are heavy. She was struggling to the point where I thought that she was going to give herself a hernia, but she was having a kick-ass time, so we left her alone.

Backup potential Olympic material: High jump. About 10 days ago, Miss M actually began leaving the floor when she jumped. This was new. Now she's gotten rather good at jumping. Unfortunately this means she does it whenever the mood strikes, including when she is standing in her bed--we had previously ignored the bed-standing because it just egged her on--and in the shower. When the tile is wet. My runaway imagination is not enjoying this.

OCD tendency: Nighttime sippy cup. Since (mostly) nightweaning Miss M, we offer her water when she wakes up crying. We slowly figured out that it is easier to stash the cup in the same place every night than wander around the apartment at 2 in the morning saying, "Where's her cup?" So we leave it in the corner of her bed, between the pillow and the headboard. Taxman was hoping that she would be able to help herself to it without crying and making us get out of bed, but that has yet to happen.

Two nights ago she awoke around 11 pm. The cup was still with me in the living room, so I took it with me to offer to her. She took the cup from me and then placed it in its corner...without drinking from it. And then proceeded to flop over onto her Winnie-the-Pooh pillowcase and go back to sleep.

Oh, dear.

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