And speaking of saving money. Rocky is still obsessed with the idea of a Vitamix. I may have already written about this but every time they are doing presentations at Costco we end up standing there for at least 20 minutes. The salesman, Patrick, and Rocky are kind of like BFFs. She told him that she needs one for her restaurant and he agreed with a pointed look in my direction. He gives her extra samples and lets her choose what he should make next. He is quite charming and I started to think that she might have a crush on him. When we got home she was telling Brandon about it and she said with a sigh, "Dad, I think I'm in love." I was ready for the big reveal, here it comes, the truth about all this blender business is really just puppy love. He asked her who she was in love with and she said "I am in love with the Vitamix." He was teasing her and told her that next year for her birthday he would get her a picture of one so that she could hang it in her room. We both thought that she would roll her eyes but she was thrilled. We figured out that if she does all her jobs and saves all her money that in about 10 years she would have enough. Now she has another reason to look forward to that sweet 16.
Her second favorite thing to beg for at Costco is beef jerky. She would do anything for that stuff.
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On Friday I got to go see my friend Emily defend her dissertation. It was so fun for me to be in a classroom even if it was for just a couple of hours. She did great and I was so proud.
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I guess in its own way that is a reflection of my life experience right now.
So here is more of that.
Daisy has been her usual sweet self. She tells me every day that she really, really doesn't want to take a nap and then she falls asleep and it is like trying to raise the dead to get her up. She has been speaking in tongues lately and will sing "Let it Go" in a variety of made up languages. She'll chat with herself as she walks around the house making strange sounds. That kind of thing usually drives me bananas but she is kind of good at it. When kids make up their own languages it usually just sounds ridiculous but hers is more like the Star Wars languages that were put together using linguistic rules form around the world. You have the sense that you could stumble upon a place where everyone would understand what she is saying.
Another thing about Daisy is that she eats oatmeal every morning. She used to switch things up each day but for the last month or so she wants oatmeal with honey and cinnamon in a pink bowl. I always think that I'll just make her "regular" without consulting her but there is always that tiny hint of a chance that she will change her mind. When approached about breakfast she asks about other options, pauses for a few seconds in order to study out the decision in her mind and then picks the oatmeal for the 40th day in a row. I don't know if it is because I'm tired that early or if it is because she has her sleepy face when we do this daily ritual but something about it seems ridiculously funny.
She also has a habit of waiting until I'm upset and stressed out and busy with something and right at that moment she will do the "Mom, mom, mom, mom" thing that kids always do and when I finally acknowledge her with a WHAT? she'll say in a tiny voice, "I love you." It is simultaneously annoying and endearing.
Rosy is darling and demanding and while she knows she wants something very badly she isn't exactly sure what that something is. Her favorite thing is wearing a jacket. I'm not joking. It is her favorite word and she carries her little coat around even when she isn't wearing it. When we go out she cheers "Jacket!" and smiles like she just found out that she won a free trip to Disneyland. It is kind of a buzzkill for her when the only place we ever go is to pick Rocky up from school or to Costco to watch the Vitamix salesman make ice cream out of carrots.
She is starting to do animal noises and say a few more words. She can very clearly tell you that something is MINE! When a kid even walks past her at the playground she puts up her arms and says NO! She sort of marches around with a surly look on her face until everyone understands that she is in charge and then she will start to relax. She will not eat something if it has been broken, opened, tasted or stirred. If she isn't happy with her meal it will go right to the floor. I'm thinking hoping that it is just that terrible two thing that people seem to believe exists. Sometimes I just want to toss her out the door but then she'll peek her cherubic little face with her blonde curls around the corner and give me a smile and then I just give her a brand new unopened, untasted, unbroken granola bar and we are friends again. She is the kind of kid that makes you feel like you won the battle even though you clearly lost it.
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If you made it this far reading all those words you are a true friend indeed. And if you are a grad student studying the whims of stay-at-home moms in 2014 please take into account that almost every word I have written in the past 6 years was typed at an hour later than I should have been awake and should not represent a functioning adult.