I am at work.

I am sick.

Beanie got me sick.

We took Beanie to Fairy Tale Town on Saturday. She had a runny nose on Sunday when I took her to the Folsom Zoo.

By Monday, we were pulling the most awesome green and white boogers out of her head.

By Tuesday, I had it too. But I'm "sick" and she's just "slowing down a little" with this funny grin as she blows boogies on you. She doesn't quit understand blowing her nose. She stands upright in the middle of the room hyperventilating through her nostrils until streams of snot start draining and bubbling. She appears to get quite a kick out of it. It's gross when you are sharing ice cream, though. My kid is on enthusiasm overdrive. She even chuckles in her sleep. Even when sick.

We're trying to figure out if she might have an ear infection starting, because she will tap her right ear, but then she grins and points and babbles and goofs around, and isn't cranky/crying/feverish. Until late at night when she's obviously sleepy/cranky/whiny, the normal overtired stuff.

But me? I'm sick. I seem to get REALLY sick when I get sick these days. Like, sorest of throats, most pluggled of ears, my head goes from feeling light and airy and puffy and stupid, and then if I turn my neck, it suddenly feels like a ton of bricks between my ears and all I want to do is splay out on a bed and be done with it.

I did lie down yesterday after work. I really, really only thought it was 10 minutes on top of the covers. But when the phone rang? It woke me up a whole hour later. So, I must've napped. I never really nap. But I'm sick. So I napped. My kid did not nap with me. She does not understand she is sick. She spent some time using my supine body as a jungle gym until her dad came in and pried her off.

He may be getting sick. We don't know. He rarely gets stomach ailments and he seems to have a stronger immune system when it comes to colds and flus and whatnot. But when he does get sick? He's miserable.

It would be horrible if he got sick! He's got a really fun thing planned on Sunday, and we are going to Apple Hill on Saturday. Man. PF, don't be sick. I'll be sick for both of us.

Apple Hill last year:

We are still having fun, fun early wake up routine action. Not so fun for mom.

I kowtowed to my period migraine and took meds last night. Made promise to not breastfeed for 12 hours. Managed to keep promise, as beanie made her move on me this morning around 6 AM. Break Fast.

I am contemplating not shaving my legs anymore. I never said I was a role model. Yesterday I noted the really not-so-pretty look of my razor. I have to say, it's kind of ridiculous that I shave at all. I mean, I like the IMMEDIATE gratification of stubble-free legs, but I'm also blond. Really blond. My leg hairs are fluttery little duck feathers in the wind. They are barely noticeable, as I have noticed. The only reason I shave my legs is because I can't stand the stubble. And I quit shaving when I was preggie because, well, you try bending over in a shower to reach your ankles when you're bigger around than you are tall. The minute the kid was out and I had a razor? I shaved. I shouldn't have.

Beanie is a kick. She tries a lot of words now. We keep her guessing. "Beanie, (wait for her to look at you) Beanie! Say, "Duck!" (DUCKsch!) Say, "Dog!" ({grin}"DOGsch!") Beanie, say, "DaDa!" ("Dada.") Say, "Mama!" (quiet.) Beanie, say, "Mama!?" (moves across room yelling "CTAT!" (silent c))
I think we got her to say "BBQ" last night too. But Mama is apparently out of the question.

PF taught her the word "Juice" the other day, and apparently she was so happy she could communicate what she wanted verbally, she walked around cheering and clapping for herself. That's pretty awesome, I agree. But I tried to show Erica that Beans could say "Juice" in the car, while I was driving, and let me tell you, not only can she say it, but she knows what it means. I said "Beanie, say "Juice"!" and she did, and then started bawling because she suddenly wanted juice. Ugh. bad mama. And dumb mama took her down the sippy cup aisle at the supermarket too, with her pointing and crying "Juice! Juice?" FYI, her juice is like 10 drops of organic apple juice mixed with a gallon of water. So I can't just buy her a "juice" box. Too much sugar.
We got her Cold Stone Creamery instead. Don't worry, she only wants to taste it, and then she got down to play.

She has long, long conversations with us. She must be telling jokes, because when we say "Oh, really Beanie?" she cracks up. I have to laugh too, because it's ridiculous. You can't understand what she's saying half the time! But she laughs in the most self-satisfied way, like it's the biggest chuckler she ever heard.

I always said that I wanted a kid who was smart enough to have a sense of humor about herself.

I got her.

Beanie woke up this morning, hopped out of bed and chased the cats in the wee hours befor dawn. She was on a mission. Part of her field orders were apparently to bring me a sock. Not just any old sock, but the one her dad wore all day yesterday on his Delta fishing trip. Mmmm. She said "Dis." authoritatively and dropped in on my face. This is how I woke up. At 6:15 AM. With a sock in my eye and a little voice in my ear squeeing gently before toddling off after "CAT!"

Why doesn't daddy wake up for these blessed events? I have no idea how he can sleep through them, but he manages.

I also found out late last night that the cute PJ's I bought her recently glow in the dark. At first I was enchanted. And then, typical mommy, I started wondering how much toxic chemical additive was used to create such a cute glowing outfit.

I have also gone uterine-complaint free since November 24, 2004. It all caught up with me this weekend. I apparently forgot how horrifying a period can be. It's that much worse when you are stunned by the sheer volume of blood loss. I've always been a "heavy" gal, but this is a bit ridiculous. Can you sleep in an Instead? I need to know because nothing I bought is working for overnight, and my second day is usually much more hellish than my first.

I think my strict calorie counting/exercise/cinnamon and gymnema sylvestre/weaning combination is what sparked it. It's been looming and threatening to arrive for months, but I've staved it off with breastfeeding. Beanie is transitioning off the nunu and onto cow's milk and water in sippy cups. Which is a good thing, since she bites. But the no-period thing was kinda nice while it lasted. Boom, when it hits, it comes in crampless and sort of pours out. That could be just me, though. Like I said, day 2 is usually my doozy. And of course, I'm working. Oh how I wish I could just stay home where there is red carpet and no one freaks if I double over, they just rub my back and get me hot tea.

I wonder if my fertility hormones have adjusted and I'm normal again? That would be amazing. Although I want to lose about 30 lbs before trying to get prego again. I wonder how that would be? I can't imagine sharing my bed with yet another little squirt just yet, so we should hold off until we get a Big Girl Bed. But still. How fun would that be to have another Bean? I s'pose we'd have to pick another legume...Lentil? Pea?

blogger is not letting me upload a pic. I could look at my kid all day long.

She's now 20 lbs. I think she got a little taller too. And she's trying more words. Yesterday she tried to neigh like a horse. So cute! Kills me, how cute she is. Of course, she has also learned to clear her throat. That is less than adorable, but still funny.

More on the Beanie.

A) I need to update her lilypie tracker. She's en route for two!!

B) I need to buy her either this little kitchen cutie


Or

this one.


They are both killing me with their adorableness. Just shows you that I'm a real mom. I'm going to take half of my bday money and invest it in heritage toys for The Bean. They both say "3 years" and older, but my kid is waaaaay into the recyclables and the cabinets. She pulls out pots and pans and really loves pulling every ziploc sandwich bag OUT of it's little convenient box.

PF recently finished our balcony security mesh and the cabinet doors are all rigged against toddlers. You know she's frustrated with the nonopening doors because she has now started screaming her anger when thwarted.

The other new Bean action is that she has started shutting doors and locking herself in. I keep thinking she's slammed her fingers what with all the horror and pain you hear once that door slams shut. But usually? She's just upset she's blocked her own egress.

She's walking really well for having only started REALLY toddling about 2 weeks before her 1st bday. She will look like she's about to fall over, and reach out and steady herself like she's standing in a boat, and them off she goes again, righted.

She also woke up this morning, pointed hard and yelled "CAT!" at Wingnut. He got wide eyes and jumped off the bed flummoxed. Then she found my nunu, settled back down and promptly fell back to sleep satisfied with her little self.

8/17 was my last post?

it seems that I may have been a trifle busier than I thought.

Since my last post, Beanie turned 1, we went to the fair twice, I had my 35th birthday on a day that my friend Erica decided to tumble from a horse and almost die, and my grandpa ended up in the hospital. I still don't know the reason why.

But Beanie turned 1! One years Old.

At her one year old check up, she ranked 25th percentile in weight and only 20th percentile in height. I may have that viceyversey'd because I wasn't the one who took her and it's not fresh in my head. Apparently she is a very happy child. You would never know it from this photo:




Anyway. I had actually tried to post earlier, but blogger was acting wonky.



1st birthday:








1st pony ride:












1st petting zoo:





Things Beanie does well: squeak, shriek, toddle. She toddled around at the fair on Monday in the art show, squeaking loudly and having a blast doing it. This is due to the fact that the vast, clean, white space, echoed.

My kid has always been kind of verbal. Words she tries to say: Seamas (that's our dog) comes out as "May-shus" or "Maysh". She tried to say Yucky the other day (she plays in the toilet and therefore hears my "that is yucky" mantra pretty often) and it was so damn cute, and recognizable "yushhh". Her "Hi" sounds like a normal person, so it has freaked out a few waitresses and grocery baggers. But since she's in the 20th percentile in height or weight or whatever, she's a teeny little baby looking creature who can say "Hi" appropriately, wave, and flirt outrageously. It's pretty funny. She also says "Uh-oh." and "Yesssh." for the affirmative. That's kind of old though. The other thing? When Erica came over to recover from her concussion, Beanie kept trying to make her feel better. She kept checking on her, patting her gently and trying to look her in the eye with this adorabl concerned look. So precious. I have a little empathetic baby on my hands. She'll probably try to save the world. I actually think Erica may be warming to her. Anyway. My kid. I'm very proud of how sweet her demeanor is.

I have a lot more pics of her that I somehow managed to delete. I was taking a photo of a spider at my house, and it kept coming out blurry, and then I tried to close my camera and all of the sudden it said "card not formatted". I freaked out. I need to take it to a special computer place and see if the images can be recovered. Ugh. So cute too...my little boo, I didn't mean to erase you! I think the evil garden spider cast a spell on my digital camera and fuggled it all up.

Ugh.