Interesting Tidbit

From the SSN database :

There were 887 people who registered their kid Kennedy in 2000's.
There were 881 people who registered their kid Oswaldo in 2000's.

Trader Joe's

Today Mster and I went to Traders Joe's. I love that store. We needed to stock up on this puffy popcorn that we keep eating of our neighbours. The store has mini carts for the kids to push and so I thought Mster might enjoy pushing her own cart. However, Mster is like a drunken sailor when given her own shopping cart (even when it is small) and she rammed into every aisle possible. The problem was that I made such a big deal about how she was going to get her own cart that she wouldn't let me touch hers (it was hers). Finally we made it to the snack section and while I was trying to figure out which popcorn my neighbour buys she filled up her little cart with 5 bags of trips and was moving on to the next aisle. Guess she decided to do her own shopping.

One...Two...Four!!!

Mster has started to count. She can and has counted to 10 two times but since then has outright refused to do it again.

Right now her favourite number is 4. She likes to throw it in at random and then giggle. This morning while reading a favourite counting book she threw out all counting rules and just yelled "forty, forty, forty, hahahaha" over and over followed by congratulatory clapping (on her part, not mine).

Dirt Lady...Where are you?

Its official...I'm planting a garden.

Mster and I went to the store yesterday and bought oodles of seeds and dirt and other planting wonders. We were helped by a lovely lady. Mster calls her the dirt lady and has taken quite a fascination with her. We went to the same store twice yesterday and had to go again today but only got helped by dirt lady the first time. Yet everytime we are in the store, near the store or randomnly around the house she requests to know where she is.

Where dirt lady?

or

Oh no, where dirt lady?

This girl is persistant. She is persistant. If she wants something she will not stop till she gets it. No amount of destraction works unless it its of the sugar variety and then she's persistant about getting that. Her persistance could be about something as simple as going into the laundry basket but she will not except any substitutes until she is in. The moment she's in she will entertain new thought and probably immediately request to get out of the basket but until she's in don't even bother.

Can you repeat that please?

Mster can do 2 and 3 syllable words but some words just get shortened no matter how many times I try and tell her the correct pronunciation.

buttons - butt
buckles - buck

also:

tomato - meemo
oatmeal - eh-be-dep

What did you say?

Today Mster decided to walk almost the whole way home from the library either holding her pant legs up to her knees or kissing the ground.

As of late Mster mixes up her F's and her S's. Some S words begin with an F. This becomes a little worrisome when she points out her sock to me.

Where to begin?

I'm just going to list the most recent stuff that happened because this week has been crazy for funny Mster stories.


1. Last Sunday, Mster goes into the aisle at church during the musical number and proceeds to dance.

2. After the musical number Mster gives a rousing round of applause followed by some hollers. For those who have never attended an LDS service, its a reverent event. No applause.

3. Sitting in the pew. Csters scout is sitting with us. We tell him not to let Mster out of the pew. So, he puts his legs to block the exit. Mster wriggles her way under his legs, gets herself into the aisle. She then punches both arms in the air simultaneously and yells "I did it!!"

4. After church we are standing in the hall. Mster sees all the people (halls are busy) and proceeds to wave frantically while yelling "bye people".

5. I tell Mster "I love you" while putting her down for a nap...she responds with "mmm hmmm". Like of course you do mom. but then turns the tables and says "I love you" back. aahh.

6. This morning I sneezed and Mster said "Bless you".

7. See Note 5: Mster has a bib that says I heart U on it. I told her it says I love you. Whever she sees it she now yells "I love me."

8. If you laugh at her she'll say "I funny"

9. Overheard numerous occasions"
Mster picks up the phone (or alternative)
Mster: Hi poop
Me: Who are you talking to?
Mster: poop
this goes for a lot of things. She has talked to all her uncles and friends. Somehow poop made the list

10. Taking a bath this morning Mster kept talking about poop so I took her out and put her on her potty and told her to push. She did and was successful. She got off, turned around, had a good look yelled "I did it!!" Punching her arms in the air.

Are you there readers? Its me, Squishy?

After careful consideration I've decided to retry the blog. This time I've got different goals.

It seems that Mster is stinking hilarious these days and I really need to record all the funny antics of our day. So, I'm going to use the blog to remember how funny she was and to pull up embarrassing stories when she brings home boys. I'm sure Sven will have his own sense of humour too and so he'll get some posts also.

Here is the warning:

1. Mster is dealing with things like potty training. If you don't like stories about poop, stay away. A lot of the humour happens in our bathroom.

2. I am expecting a little one and I am going to try and not let the blog be my rant on how much pregnancy is not for me. But I may have bad days and I may rant. On those days feel free to bring us dinner and play with Mster.

and with that...I'm back!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Its time for a hiatus

I hate season finales. It seems like forever till I'll see my favourite characters. I always want to protest the season finale by not watching it and therefore not missing the fact that its gone but it never works. I watch the last show and am left for months eagerly waiting in anticipation when my evening entertainment will return.

It has time for the Burrito to have a season finale. I've thought a lot about it. I started this blog with an idea of where it would head and I don't feel like its heading in that direction. And so I'm going to take a break and fill my time with other things that fulfill me and use the time to find more things I might like to do.

I'll still read your blogs. I'm not going anti-blog.

Thanks to all.

Squishy

So much to say...

First off I'd like to direct you this link. I hope it works. It made me giggle.

We're back from the Great North. It was quite an adventure. You try travelling alone with a toddler, a backpack and a big car seat and tell me about your adventure. AAAHHH!!! I think my arms might just fall right out of their sockets. Oops there goes one now. Thankfully I must have looked pitiful enough and I got help almost every step of the way except in Dulles. Dumb D.C.er's, you think you're too important to help out a weary mom. I especially enjoyed discovering that the airplane from Dulles to Cster was being borded from the outside. That was fun! (note sarcasm)

I did enjoy helping out a little old woman in the Montreal airport as we went through customs/immigration. She asked me to help her fill out the customs form. So here was I, her, Mster, all my stuff trying to read the form in short and slow words for her to understand.

Me: Do you have any weapons?
Kazakistan lady (KL): Huh?
Me: Do you have any guns or knifes?
KL: Huh?
Me: Do you understand me?
KL: No
Me: Do you know the word kill, dead, or murder?
KL: No
Me: hmmm
Me: Do you knowt he word meat?
KL: yes
Me: Using hand gestures as if I'm cutting meat, then holding up my hand, saying "knife".
KL: OH!!! No!!!! no knife!!!

This went on for 15 minutes. Nobody helped us. The immigration people watched us and laughed. Other passengers watched us and laughed. Mster just sat there thinking we were crazy.

I'd like to point out that 80% of the people around me in Montreal spoke french. This tells me that all these years when I've told people that Montreal is more english and Quebec City is more french. I've been wrong.

We stayed on St. Catherine's street/rue. We went to The Bay. Its a department store in Canada. In Calgary the store is 2 floors of boring regular department store stuff including families and older people buying stuff. Nobody in their 20's really shops there. In this Bay everybody was a teenager or young adult and there was a dj spinning on the main floor. Huh?

Those are some stories I can think of now. Perhaps I will have more later.

I Love Home!

I have a greencard. I have a greencard. I have a greencard. yeah.yeah.yeah.yeah.

Hello...Is anybody out there?

I realized that I haven't posted a lot lately and my post today is to announce my departure to the Great North.

Mster and I leave tomorrow. I'm interviewing with the immigration folks on Wednesday and should be back in the Midwest on Sunday.

Hopefully I'll get a chance to post while I'm there. We'll have the internet and a computer so who knows. I'll definately be keeping notes and take my camera to document our Montreal adventure.

I don't like Vomit!

Its true. Its disgusting and it means your not feeling well and it smells.

Mster threw up 3 times yesterday and I felt so sorry for the girl. Yuck. I have to admit I'm feeling a little sorry for myself too. I think you should be able give yourself a pity party every once in awhile and tonight is mine. She's tired. She's sick. She's not feeling well and I'm the only one that can soother her but there is only me.

I'm feeling extra spiritual today

So Mster has found a new fun activity. Praying. Cster and I started having prayers with her before her meals and we pray at church and now in our household we pray spontaniously too. She folds her arms, tells us she wants a prayer. It cracks me up.

Hat Special in Aisle 9

Okay maybe the flossing post was a bit too much info but hopefully this will redeem myself.

Yesterday Mster and I took a trip to the store to find storage bins for my 25lb bag of bread flour I bought for 5$. We got to the aisle I assumed was correct only to find a bunch of garbage can lids strewn all over the floor*. These were the kind that are round and have push lids that spin right around if you get some good momentum. Mster was estatic. "Hats" she yelped and immediately put one on her head. The lid completely covered her head and so she started running up and down the aisle blind as can be yelling "hat**" over and over.

I couldn't stop laughing until someone I knew just happened to walk down that aisle at just that time. With a sheepish look I had to explain that yes I let my daughter wear garbage lids and run around like crazy. I mean who wouldn't.



* please note these were garbage cans for sale. I did not let my daugther wear used garbage can lids on her head. (let alone public used garbage can lids)
**she definately said "hat" and not "hot"

I hate flossing

I was never a regular flosser. I was the one at the dentist office who had to sit through the "this is how you floss" speach from the assistant every time I had a visit.

My bad record changed in the spring of 2002. I roomed with a flosser who convinced me and converted me to flossing. Wow she was a flosser and she supported me through all the pain of those first few days/weeks. But within a short period of time my gums stopped screaming in pain but squeeled with delight at the sight of the white minty string. I could dig till my heart was content and felt nothing. It was awesome.

I continued on for months and then sadly slipped back into my brush only days. Its now 2006 and I am ready to floss. I started earlier this week and oh my goodness the pain. It was all I could do to remember my dear friend who relished in the floss pain. Mster took my floss for a couple of days and I finally found it today so I will be returning to the nightly ritual.

Wish me luck and if you hear a blood curtling scream just roll over and go back to bed. I'll survive.

Wow, was it ever a hot day today!

If you hung around me and Mster today you would soon believe it too.

For the record, I don't think it went about freezing today and the morning started with freezing rain, then freezing snow all with a bunch of crazy wind action. It was darn cold. Mster and I had to get some groceries and so off we went to brace the elements. Not a moment out of the house Mster announced "hot". I corrected her and told her "no honey, its cold". To which she replied, "hot". This went on for a few minutes.

Here are some other "hot" conversations we had today. (Sometimes it was hot, sometimes not, sometimes cold)

Mster: hot
Me: No Mster its cold
Mster: hot

Mster: hot
Me: Is it hot?
Mster: No
Mster: hot

Mster: hot
Me: Do you mean cold?
Mster: hot

Me: Brrr...its cold
Mster: hot
Mster: hot
Mster: hot

There was no winning this competition and so admist the freezing precipipation we were greatful to be so "hot".

Interactive Wednesday - The Results

Surprizingly no one got any answers right and some of you got the right answer to the wrong question.

So here's the truth...

1. What is Mster completely fearful of?

The Shower...she throws the biggest fit possible that ends in this crazy panic scream/cry. This is rather odd considering she loves baths, she loves getting water dumped on her head, she likes the rain, she likes playing in fountains, she loves water fountains but turn on the shower and its mass pandimonium.

2. What does Mster have a love/hate relationship with?

This is the vacuum. She loves it but it has its place. For instance, the vacuum must be announced (kudos Warm Fuzzy for that call), it can not just be turned on. Also, the vacuum can only vacuum our front room carpet and no other peice of carpet or else she protests like crazy. I can't even vacuum the small door mat at the front door without a "hey, I'm not sure that I like what you are doing?"

3. What does Mster love to death and will go crazy with excitement at the mere name of it?

The space heater. Her love of the space heater is a little ridiculous. She runs to it when its time for bed. She has now moved to waiting for me to get her when she wakes up on the side of the crib closest to the space heater instead of the door. (To which she then repeatedly reminds me that there is a space heater in her room with shouts of "eatr, eatr, eatr") The towel on the crib from the biting/pepper incident doesn't cover all the way to where the space heater is so I'm not sure if I will need to adjust. So far no gnawing has occurred. She even got very upset when I tried to use the same plug that the heater uses to plug in the vacuum. "Eater! Eatr! Eatr!" I tried to tell her that the heater didn't mind if the vacuum used the plug but it fell on deaf ears.

4. How many more sentences can I end in a preposition?

The possibilities are endless.

Interactive Wednesday - A little behind and a little late

Its been a funfilled day outside with Mster and all of her nap time was spent feverishly trying to finish a baby sweater for a shower tomorrow night that I started last night. (they usually take 5 days, not straight days but 5 days of normal tv watching).

But here it is...

1. What is Mster completely fearful of?
2. What does Mster have a love/hate relationship with?
3. What does Mster love to death and will go crazy with excitement at the mere name of it?
4. How many more sentences can I end in a preposition?

Hint: All objects are machine like although one does not need electricity. So no stuffed animals or clothes or anything like that.

I'll give the answer tomorrow night.

The Happiest Mom Ever

Mster woke up today at 7:30AM. I am the happiest mom ever.