It’s the morning after our second night in a row of toddler insomnia. Is this common, does anyone know? I’m not exaggerating here: This kid is operating on about three or four hours of sleep right now. (Steve and I got more like two or three.) Night before last, same thing. She did take a nap yesterday, which is rare anymore, but still … I think we are all three about to crack. I need to go hit the Diet Pepsi now. Hard.
OK, I can tell you’re frustrated. But in the moving car is probably not the best place to play with your new hula hoop.
I’ve added some new photos!
Today I woke up around 8:30 and got to work preparing a dish to put in the slow cooker I got for my birthday. I still hate cooking, but so far the slow cooker is exciting to use, so that helps. And it means I can do the prep work when I feel more into it (late afternoons are so not my best time of day).
Vibble joined me at around 9. She got to work removing toys from her toy kitchen and creating an obstacle course in the kitchen. Then we all got dressed and went to Kay n’ Dave’s and then to the Brentwood Country Mart to walk around a bit and buy a princess book at Diesel.
Next we tried to go see Aladdin at the Black Box Theater, but it was cancelled. What is UP with cancelled stuff this week?? We were all scheduled to take an overnight sleeper-car train trip to Albuquerque on Wednesday, but a freight derailment in Arizona meant that was a no-go (they offered us an 11-hour overnight bus ride in exchange, which we politely declined).
So yeah, no Aladdin today (maybe tomorrow), so we walked a bit and came home and played with Play-Do for a while, then Vibble and I took a nap while Stevel worked on some code for his apps.
Post-nap Vibble played a while and then wanted to watch a princess sing-along DVD. We had the slow-cooker dinner—chicken tangine, I think it’s called?—and hosted some friends to share it with us. After dinner, we all—me, Violet, Stevel, Christine, David, and Jeremy-on-his-bike-with-lights-and-sound-system—walked to the frozen yogurt by-the-ounce place. Yum! Violet rocked out in her stroller on the walk home to the music Jeremy was playing on his bike.
Back to No. 6 for some YouTube surfing, and finally had to tell everyone goodbye. Violet was really bummed her friends were leaving. She stood in the middle of the living room expressing this with gestures and sighs and sad faces. But now Steve is putting her to sleep, and I’m about to join them.
That’s our Saturday. Hope yours was as nice. 
Violet came upstairs and got me, and by this I mean she grabbed my hand and pulled with all her might. All the while she was exclaiming excitedly, “Poop! Poop! Mama! Poop!”
“Did you poop somewhere?” I said. (This happens sometimes, and she was naked, after all, it being the post-morning-bath hour[s]. The potty training here is going … interestingly. I’ll post on that soon.)
So she practically dragged me down the stairs.
“Where’s the poop?” I kept asking. It was only 9:30, and I had already cleaned up cat poop off of the floor, swept up an entire box of crackers dumped and crushed on the kitchen linoleum, and washed lollipop out of this kid’s hair [note: hair-washing = screamy time], so I was asking this question with a bit of a sigh, mind you.
“Poop! Mama! Mama! Poop!”
At last we arrived at her destination: The TV. Ah, yes. I had turned on the movie Mary Poppins to calm her down post-hair-washing-screamy-time. Of course! It was the scene where our heroine, Ms. Poppins, aka “Pinches” [Princess], aka “POOP,” arrives at the Banks household, and Violet could not contain her enthusiasm about this turn of events. She was compelled to come get me, to show me what was happening because OMG TOO AWESOME! The Pinches is here! On our TV! Mary Poppins! POOP herself!
Ha, “Poop.” Thanks, Vibble, I needed that this morning.
Vibble just got her hands on a book I had been reading and scribbled all over the inside cover and on a bunch of the pages, with pen. Not that she’d be in “trouble,” per se, as a two-year-old, BUT I can hardly even be upset, given that it was THIS BOOK she chose for her endeavor.
Yeah, she wins.