Baby Bug is a Nut


My daughter is a goofball. I don’t know why this surprises me. It’s not like I’m normal and boring or anything. But it does surprise me. Every day. I say this jokingly and affectionately but I think she has obsessive compulsive disorder. Or maybe it’s a toddler thing. I do not know.

She’s just funny about things. She’s very particular. Things have to a certain way. It’s not like she throws a temper tantrum if we put the wrong shoe on first but she lets her opinions be known loud and clear.

Like the color green for example. She LOVES the color green. Everything has to be green. When she gets up in the morning and I ask her what she wants to wear, she screams out GoooooReeeeeen! And then I pull my hair out because the two green shirts she has are in the laundry (they always are) and I really don’t want her to wear the green cordoroy dress that is hot and sweaty when it’s 90 degrees outside.

slithering along

So it should take us by no surprise that she fished Tobys’ green socks out of his drawer after they had their “Daddy Socks, Baby Socks” session. She thought trying on Daddy’s socks was a hoot and a half. Then later, when Toby was in the shower, she was mysteriously quiet in our bedroom while I was out in the kitchen.

One of the first rules of toddlerhood that I’ve learned since Baby Bug hit 8 months or so is this: A quiet toddler is a naughty toddler. Sure enough she had upturned his entire sock drawer and pulled on the one pair of socks that he never wears. The bright green ones that I bought him about a zillion years ago.

green socks!

It’s perfect. He never wears them. She loves them because they are green. So from now on they are Baby Bug’s socks.

Another funny thing about Baby Bug is that she likes make up little skits. Or repeat things that we’ve said over and over that really have no meaning but sound fun to her. Or maybe they remind her of something funny that we laughed about earlier and she wants to recreate that moment over and over. It’s just funny because I know her little skits by heart and we’ll go on and on with them all day long.


I wish I was video blogging because I could explain this way better in person. I’ve been trying to record her for months but it seems like every time the camera is rolling, thats when she decides to stray from her normal routine which blows the point I am trying to make.

For example when in her high chair she will say:

To which I reply, “No, no no no no…”
Then she says, “Okay.”

And then that’s it. But then she says it again.

“No. No no no no noooooo…”

Over and over and over again.

Sometimes we add in the skit from Gabba Gabba, “I tried it. I like it!” “I tried it. I like it!” I can’t find a link to that exact song but you get the idea.

I’m probably boring you to death with this. I will try my hardest to upload something today to prove my point. My big point is this: My kid is a nut. It’s not just the obsession with green or the little skits. It’s everything. If we do something twice then that is the new routine. She remembers things I don’t even know I do.

green socks!

The other day I was putting her food in her little piggy plate that has separated partitions for main dish, vegetable etc etc. Well, I guess I put her frozen peas in the bottom one instead of the top one and so while I was off doing something else, she one by one picked up each pea and put it in the correct partition. It’s things like that, all day long, every day that surprise me and make me think she’s a nut.

A delightfully funny and wonderful-to-be-around, nut.

Okay, this this was the best I could come up with. Which is not good at all. It’s mostly my voice being annoying trying to get her to do her thing. Oh well… It’s the best I can do right now.

Slobs of the Internet Unite!

my sexy no-prescription glasses

Hi! Do you like my glasses? Don’t they make me look smart? Do I look a little bit like Whoorl? No? Oh well. The truth is I do not need glasses. I have perfect vision. Better than perfect, in fact. BUT I love glasses! I want to look smart and sexy like a librarian! So when Toby decided he didn’t like these and never got around to getting his prescription glass put in, guess what…. I get them!!!! Wheeeee! I’m so going to wear these as a secret disguise.

9/27 part 2

A secret disguise to distract you from my slobby attire! Ha ha ha ha… Okay, whatever. Nothing can help this outfit. It was laundry day yesterday and we spent the day at the doctor’s office instead of doing laundry.

Baby Bug might have an ear infection. She’s been cranky and sticking her finger in her ear. I gave her chocolate just to stop the crying for one second and now her ear is covered in chocolate. I tried to wipe it off with a wet paper towel but that made her scream bloody murder. I figured that was a pretty obvious symptom so I made an appointment with her pediatrician.

The chocolate smudges in her ear did make a handy indicator for the doctor to figure out which ear was bothering her. The doctor said it wasn’t serious, probably just a virus, so we went home none the wiser. I’m actually glad that she’s not getting antibiotics but I’m sure we picked up a whole slew of new viruses while waiting in the germ infested waiting room. I wish I could know these things before I heft her off to the house of horrors. Poor Bug. She was sure she was going to get a shot again.

My first picture for my "I dress like a slob every day" pool

Back to my horrible outfit. As you can see, this is totally normal for me. I dress like this every day. It is sad and pathetic and I am not proud of it. But life has got me in it’s grip right now so I might as well have a little fun with it, right? I decided to make my own flickr pool called “I dress like a slob every day”. You know, in parody of the ever fashionable and trim-as-a-whip Ms. Susan Wagner of Friday Playdate? Maybe you are familiar with her Working Closet pool? I’ve been following it for quite a while, wishing I could play. But sadly, I don’t own any fancy clothes like that. And if I did I’d probably hide them because Baby Bug would smear greasy goldfish cracker oil on them and ruin them.

slob badge

And with that I bid you to go check it out and join yourself if you are so inclined. I’ve even made a little badge for you to put in your sidebar if you like. No hard feelings if you don’t want to advertise your slobdom. I’m totally with you. We should not embrace our slovenliness. My father-in-law is probably disowning me right this very minute.

p.s. Letters next post, I promise.