SteelyKid just made me a book about when I was born, so I think it's past time we got her some age-appropriate books about human reproduction. Recommendations? She'll be five this summer (OMG, five) and we'd like something that acknowledges the existence of family structures other than just biological mother + biological father = biological child, the way her actual family contains. Also, brown people. Thanks.
Some time ago, SteelyKid apparently made a Sad Book at preschool, but I hadn't seen it until she brought it home today.
It is several full-sized pages, stapled together, and on every page is a pencil drawing of—well, see for yourself:
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She wanted to read this at bedtime tonight, and for each page she earnestly explained to me what was happening, which was about evenly split between "the bad guy" doing something wrong (alas, my effort to get her default person to be female has failed miserably) or something her classmate B. did [*]. Unfortunately by the sixth or seventh page I'm afraid I could no longer keep a straight face, because the succession of evil eyebrows was really just too much for me. She doesn't seem to have been upset by my failure to take things seriously, though.
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Anyway. That's the Sad Book, and I really could not resist sharing.
Yesterday afternoon, Chad's parents picked the kids up (both kids; their first overnight with the Pip without us there).
Last night, I stayed late at work, had a lovely dinner out, fought Quicken into admitting that my account was too reconciled, cleaned off my desk of a week's worth of mail, took all the ornaments off the tree and put them away, and then slept so soundly that my back is stiff this morning (apparently my body is no longer used to sleeping the night through and, I don't know, doesn't automatically move or something any more?).
The only bad things about this are (a) look how adorable they are! and (b) I am worried about inflicting the Pip's variable sleeping ability on people not used to it . . .
But as changes of pace go, on the whole pretty nice. Now, pack and dress and off for a whirlwind vacation.
Have some Internet things:
One: The guys on an ESPN football show apparently decided to work in as many Princess Bride quotes as they could into a half-hour. Hilarity ensues, by which I mean, I hurt myself laughing at this 1:38 clip video pulling out all the references.
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Two: I've started re-reading The Hobbit chapter-by-chapter over on Tor.com; here's the Chapter 1 post. Do stop by, it should be fun.
Three: SteelyKid has started sending email. No, I'm serious, she hunt-and-pecks the letters, sometimes asking us for spelling but not always, and then we click "send" together. She's visiting Chad's parents right now and behind the cut I have the very best email chain ever.
I'd send her back a smiley-face but I'm not sure she's understand. Gosh I love that kid.
Four: con_or_bust is now taking requests for assistance from non-white fans/fans of color to attend SFF cons in January, February, and March 2012—including Arisia, FOGCon, and EightSquaredCon (the 2013 Eastercon), which have all donated to support Con or Bust. See this post for information on how to request assistance.
Things I am grateful for (or that, depending on the phrasing), daily during November.
- Gotta go with the Internet today, for all kinds of things, not just the above.
In a word: walking.
Note the upraised arms; this is obviously because we held his hands as he learned, but along with the smiles and laughs of delight, always remind me of the arms-up-yay emoticon: \o/ !
Also, SteelyKid has discovered the joys of hunt-and-peck typing on the keyboard (also knows the functions of the caps lock, delete, enter, and space bar keys, though she has an idiosyncratic approach to white space) and has started emailing her friends via their parents. Seriously. I wonder how soon she can learn touch-typing . . .
Very briefly because I should be in bed:
- Three teeth in one month (new total: five), more on their way.
- Puffs! Cheerios! Kix! Self-feeding is the best thing ever.
- Except raising and lowering a blanket on his own to play peek-a-boo and blowing raspberries on my arm. Deliberately causing people to laugh is the best thing ever. (ETA: also, the "hold my toy!" game has arrived.)
- Except pulling up on all the things, walking while holding onto the couch/chairs/grown-up's hands, pushing a walker, and climbing the stairs all the way to the top. Mobility—the true best thing ever.
(Except for his sister, who was the reason he went all the way up the stairs the first time.)
So basically everything is awesome except teething, the occasional head full of snot [*], and mild separation anxiety (as comes with mobility).
[*] As I said on FB recently:
Me: "All day today, I was thinking to myself, 'My children give me love, affection, delight . . . '"
Chad: "' . . . and disease.'"
Me: "Well, I was actually going to say sinus headaches, but yours is better."
Also, while talking about kids: a video of SteelyKid discovering her new playset, which I don't think I actually linked here.
SteelyKid will be four on Tuesday, and we had a party for her at the house today. Most of the pictures of her have other kids in them, so I'm not posting them, but behind the cut we have some of the Pip standing and of her enjoying her frosting (cake optional). These are ones Chad's mom took with my camera; Chad took more that I will point to when he uploads them.
Edit: and here they are.
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The party went very well—we rented a bouncy house thing with a sprinkler system, which since it was 8 million degrees today worked out particularly well, there was more than enough food, no-one had a melt-down, and everyone went home gracefully. Thanks to all who came.
The Pip was 8 months old on July 7. He has been super-busy in the last two-plus months.
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SteelyKid will be four on August 7. The changes are less rapid at this age but she did hit a milestone since last post.
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This is not doing her justice, but the Pip is pretty soundly asleep now so I should scoop him off my lap, post this, and then do some work. There are not many picture links since last time, since Chad's on a blogging hiatus:
- The Story of the Three Hippopotamuses (not a picture, a Chad-and-SteelyKid collaborative story)
- Kickin' Back (With Chicken) (SteelyKid enjoying the fair)
- Weekend Family Blogging (Chad and the kids)
And then some I posted to G+ today, because I just kept not uploading them to steelypips.org but most were in my email with a little "share" link next to them:
- The aforementioned Pip sitting up evidence (with guest appearance by SteelyKid)
- The two of them hanging out (with guest appearance by Appa)
- Various SteelyKid pictures
- The aforementioned Pip crawling evidence
- ETA: a fuzzy but cute picture of the Pip enjoying swinging
Go ahead and ask questions if you want, it'll prompt my memory, but as always, no unsolicited advice.
Yesterday over lunch SteelyKid told me that she had a monster in her stomach. This monster is named Allosaurus; I can't remember now if it was made of mac & cheese (what SteelyKid was having for lunch) or simply eating it, though at dinner it was making a pet out of toast, so that weighs toward "made of." Throughout the day we were informed of various other characteristics of this monster—it was a friendly monster [*]; it was going to be big then little then medium; it was going to be a daddy then a baby then a mommy—until, late afternoon, she told us that the monster in her stomach was going to come out later.
She has no idea why I immediately started laughing, and I'm glad, because a friendly variable-sized stomach monster named Allosaurus is something I'd not miss for all the Alien jokes in the world.
And this has been your "my family is awesome" moment for the day.
[*] Although, she also told us that it was going to eat the unicorn in the bathtub, so her idea of friendly may be a little skewed. (Orientation for summer day camp; one of her new counselors made her one of those folded-paper fortune-teller things, which according to her advised that we were going to find a unicorn in the bathtub. Also one in the shower which was going to be a different color from the one in the tub, so maybe they aren't rare in SteelyKid-land—well, why would they be? That's another piece of pop culture she doesn't know either.)
ETA: in further discussion this morning, SteelyKid referred to it as a "mac & cheese monster," so there you go.
At the end of the "school year" at SteelyKid's daycare, they do a little ceremony for the ages that might be/are going to camp (there or elsewhere) for the summer, where each class sings a little song. SteelyKid's been practicing this year's song and is super-proud of it, and yesterday we got her to sing it on-camera, directed at her brother.
(The first bit is cut off, but once you've heard a full verse you've heard it all; this is not a song with a surprise ending. Though you will miss our new pendulum clock (fully mechanical; we're not sure how old it is, it was Auntie's) bonging the hour around the time of the last verse.)
Also admire the face and body painting. From top to bottom, that's a crown on her forehead, a skull on her near cheek, a stylized kiss-lip-print on the cheek you can't see, three bracelet patterns on her near arm, and a classic heart-with-name-banner tattoo-pattern on her far arm. (The examples in the Klutz book said both "MOM" and "DAD"; when I asked her which she made an undecided face, so I said I could probably fit her name or her brother's. She chose hers.)
Those were all her choices alone, by the way.
The Pip was six months old yesterday. ( vital stats and some feeding/weight angst )
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Okay, you can tell I'm exhausted and strung out because I'm rambling. Teal deer: very active, happy, adorable and adoring child. Yay.
SteelyKid is now 3 3/4. ( much shorter notes )
G'night, everybody! (She likes Animaniacs, though sometimes runs away and then cautiously peeks back around the edge of the TV for loud moments, and obviously has no idea what's going on a lot of the time.)
Remember how, earlier today, I was so proud of myself for getting SteelyKid new keys and a large neon-green keychain to put them on so they wouldn't get lost?
You guessed it—in the five minutes between dinner and bathtime, they vanished into thin air and half an hour's determined looking by Chad and I together have not turned them up. (And I foolishly did not buy a duplicate keychain too.)
And of course she's a toddler with very patchy short-term memory so she has no idea where she left them.
On the bright side, we found the clear key that these were meant to replace.
SteelyKid is very taken with a clear plastic key that we found somewhere-or-other, which I should never have given her because, as is inevitable with a small clear item (that is broken and thus cannot be easily attached to larger more visible items like keychains), it got lost this morning.
She took it pretty well, but all the same, I hit the store today and bought her a key with a built-in LED, a Winnie-the-Pooh key, a neon green coil clip-thing, and duplicates of the keys.
The only question, of course, is where to put the duplicates where we'll remember their location.
(I decided to put them in the cabinet that also holds the duplicate plush dog that's her favorite stuffed animal, which is logical.
However, I have now discovered that the dog isn't there. Oh dear. False alarm—it was merely really squished under something else.)
(Yes, actually; this is unusual, which I am grateful for, truly. Meanwhile, I get to listen to SteelyKid talking in her sleep (saying the same thing she always does, "No, I don't want to") and hope she doesn't wake up herself.)