Friday, May 29, 2009

Beautiful People

Me: Bear, can Daddy go to Dean's birthday party with you?

Bear: No! He doesn't have anything beautiful to wear!

Thursday, May 28, 2009


Bear and I joined Andrew on an overnight work trip to Vermont. We drove up last night and home tonight. (Note to self: If I am ever 37 weeks pregnant again DO NOT plan a four hour car trip two days in a row.)

Bear was most impressed with the hotel. She walked into the bathroom and giggled hysterically upon seeing the bathtub. She thought it was great that there were two beds AND a couch all in the same room. And there was a little refrigerator just for her. It also helped that one of the hotel personnel gave her a package of Oreo's at breakfast.

While Andrew worked, Bear and I toured the Vermont Teddy Bear Factory. We got there shortly after they opened for the day, so there were a total of four people on our tour - meaning Bear got to press all the buttons and play with all the samples. And she got a lot of her requisite one on one attention from our fantastic tour guide (thanks Gina!).

Her favorite part was the teddy bear hospital. Especially the example of what happens when you leave your Bear outside and Daddy runs over it with the lawn mower.

After the teddy bear tour it was pouring out so we scrapped our plans (outdoor gardens)and visited a toy store, book store, and a LYS. Bear got sparkly gold dress up shoes and I got some Rowan Organic Cotton. Then we went to get Daddy at work and Bear got to "help".

On the way home we stopped at an amazing restaurant in Manchester, NH. (I am the queen of picking out good places to eat based solely on the list generated by the GPS.)

During the drive (when I wasn't squirming to find a comfortable position) I managed to make another cabled baby bib for yet another colleague of Andrew's and to make some progress on Tadpole's blanket.

22 days and counting.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Bridal Shower

Bear came with me yesterday morning to pick out a bridal shower gift for a co-worker of mine. I chose two beautiful crystal water goblets off her registry. Bear was not impressed with the registry. Nor was she impressed with the other practical gifts I tried to point her towards. (Boring! I wish I could capture in print the attitude and disgust in her voice.) I managed to talk her out of the microwave and the hot pink fly swatter but I lost the war.

In front of all her aunts, cousins, friends, and bridesmaids "Miss Jen" opened a box of 100-calorie pack Sour Patch Kids and a matching box of 100-calorie pack Swedish Fish.

At least it wasn't wrapped in Hannah Montana paper.

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Shocked and Awed

Bear had her first visit to the dentist today. You may remember this trip to the pediatrician. With that in mind I had steeled myself for a complete horror show. Spitting, biting, restraints, I was ready.

But she was amazing. Absolutely amazing.

First off, I have to say that the hygienist, Trish, was great. I guess being a pediatric dentist practice and all they would know just how to handle kids but she was great with Bear. First she showed her to her special princess lounge chair. Then Trish let her see and touch each of the tools she would be using. She sprayed Bear's hair with air. Then shot water out the window, then at Mommy, and finally in Bear's mouth. Then "Mr. Thirsty" sucked a pool of water out of Bear's hand. Then her mouth. When Trish put the head of the chair back there was a mirror positioned directly above so Bear could see what was going on. When she had to turn on the overhead light, Trish gave her sunglasses to wear. She let Bear pick what color tooth brush (pink), what flavor tooth paste (bubble gum), and what flavor fluoride (cherry) to use. She was able to keep Bear involved and therefore relaxed.

For all my fears, she was amazing. She didn't flinch or even complain. Not even when they flossed her teeth. The hygienist told me that they have older kids who don't do that well. I was stunned.

Then came the prizes. A pink plastic car (that lost its wheels 10 seconds into the car ride home), a hippopotamus sticker, and a pink balloon longer than Bear. (Pictures tomorrow, once the princess wakes from her beauty sleep!)

We called Grandma the second we got in the car to tell her how wonderful Bear had been. Grandma had played dentist all day Tuesday with her, which I think played a big part in how receptive Bear had been to this new experience. Grandma confirmed my thoughts that such an amazing display deserved a trip to the toy store. (Not something I would usually condone, but a three year old, being a perfect angel at the dentist, consider it a grateful sacrifice to the gods.) After looking over the dolls, and jump ropes, and various musical instruments at Target she chose... a Dora scooter. More sacrifice than I had planned on, but when you say "any toy you want" I guess you had better be prepared to suffer the consequences.

We came home, Mommy muddled her way through the Diego directions that came with the scooter (clearly I chose the repackaged one) and we went for a scooter ride to the park. I am just so darn proud of my little girl today.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

46 Days 6 WIP's

Can it happen?

I doubt it. Considering I wanted to post this last Saturday with WIP pictures but just haven't gotten around to taking the pictures yet (because I haven't gotten around to charging the camera battery yet).

Ah, but I dare to dream of finishing all my WIP's before baby Tadpole makes his appearance.