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Taking Long Distance Relationships To New Heights
Yes, I agree, the pun was awful. *grin*
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browngirl, you rock *so* hard. I just got the postcards you sent (long story, mail delivered upstairs and just sort of put into a pile. That's been taken care of, though.) and am going to put them on the wall soon.:) Thank you.
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We took Sam to the playground again yesterday. Had a *blast*...she's decided that she doesn't really like being in the baby swings, but hasn't gotten the "No, really, hold on and if you want to get off and do something else, *mention* it, don't just jump off, 'cause you're too small for that" thing yet, which leave out the regular swings. So, she pushes the Uff-Uff family on a swing instead. It works for her.:)
Almost committed kidacide twice, when themonsters kids who were running around almost knocked her off the top of the big play structure and down the twisty slide, respectively. I told them, in no uncertain terms, to watch out for her, and there were no further problems. (If both kids hadn't run right into her when she was just standing there, getting ready to do something, I probably would have been more laid back about it, but it wasn't like she was in the way or anything. So, yeah...Mama Bear came out to play for a couple moments.)
I'm still surprised by the hugeness of the playground. We're thinking of doing a picnic there...they've got grills available, and we could do the playground for a while, then have lunch, then back to the playground, then home. Besides the nifty factor, this might forestall the end of playground time meltdown.
Though, there wasn't a meltdown this time...just some bummage and a declaration that she wasn't going home, she was going back to the playground, right *now*. This was taken care of by scooping her up, giving her a bit of a tickle and letting her do the big clip on her car seat. (The one that goes across her chest.)(Yeah, she usually does the clip, but I did the Happy Voice and told her she could.)(This is from the "Hey, whatever works" chapter of parenting. *Grin*)
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She's doing so much better now. She still talks a lot about the booms, and while I think the fear of the dark (she was never thrilled with the dark before, but will not stand for it now, which is why we leave the bathroom light on when we go to bed.) isn't going anywhere for quite a while, she doesn't get hysterical any longer. Which is always a good thing.
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I am bone tired. Physically and emotionally. (Though, I'm not really sure it's *possible* to be bone tired, emotinally...but I do like the phrase.) Muttering "This too shall pass" helps a little.
Yes, I agree, the pun was awful. *grin*
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In other news,
browngirl, you rock *so* hard. I just got the postcards you sent (long story, mail delivered upstairs and just sort of put into a pile. That's been taken care of, though.) and am going to put them on the wall soon.:) Thank you.~~~
We took Sam to the playground again yesterday. Had a *blast*...she's decided that she doesn't really like being in the baby swings, but hasn't gotten the "No, really, hold on and if you want to get off and do something else, *mention* it, don't just jump off, 'cause you're too small for that" thing yet, which leave out the regular swings. So, she pushes the Uff-Uff family on a swing instead. It works for her.:)
Almost committed kidacide twice, when the
I'm still surprised by the hugeness of the playground. We're thinking of doing a picnic there...they've got grills available, and we could do the playground for a while, then have lunch, then back to the playground, then home. Besides the nifty factor, this might forestall the end of playground time meltdown.
Though, there wasn't a meltdown this time...just some bummage and a declaration that she wasn't going home, she was going back to the playground, right *now*. This was taken care of by scooping her up, giving her a bit of a tickle and letting her do the big clip on her car seat. (The one that goes across her chest.)(Yeah, she usually does the clip, but I did the Happy Voice and told her she could.)(This is from the "Hey, whatever works" chapter of parenting. *Grin*)
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She's doing so much better now. She still talks a lot about the booms, and while I think the fear of the dark (she was never thrilled with the dark before, but will not stand for it now, which is why we leave the bathroom light on when we go to bed.) isn't going anywhere for quite a while, she doesn't get hysterical any longer. Which is always a good thing.
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I am bone tired. Physically and emotionally. (Though, I'm not really sure it's *possible* to be bone tired, emotinally...but I do like the phrase.) Muttering "This too shall pass" helps a little.