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Day Two, No Nap

Actually, it's Day Four if you don't count the day MissMunchkin did take a nap between Day Two and Day Three.

MM seems to be trying out this whole no nap thing more and more often. Mommy is not sure she is ready for endless days without an hour break in it. One hour (more or less), of peace and quiet. One hour (more or less), of me time.

Alas, those days seem to be slipping away.

On the upside of it, MissMunchkin usually passes out by 8 o'clock when she skips nap time.

Water!

It rained Saturday during MissMunchkin's nap. I mean, it all out poured cats and dogs. When MissMunchkin woke up she wanted to go outside. (When does she not?) Mommy told her even though it had stopped raining, it was too wet to go out.


After much whining and having every shoe in the house brought to her, Mommy gave in.


So, outside we went.


Our sidewalks are like little rivers when it rains as the lawn seems to be 1/2 inch higher then the sidewalk pavement. MissMunchkin much enjoyed splashing through the river. Then venturing into the yard, she managed to find and sit in a nice puddle. There she sat, playing with the water flowing into a small pipe, signing water, splashing, and giggling.


All told, we spent an hour wandering through our flooded complex until Mommy finally dragged our soggy selves back home.

Potty Stops

Halfway home from a visit to Grandma's MissMunchkin woke up from her nap very grumpy. She had her pacifier and Miss Kitty but that didn't stop the screaming. Then Mommy asked if she had to go potty. Silence fell and a little hand made the potty sign.

MissMunchkin then waited (mostly) patiently until Daddy found a gas station to stop at and for Mommy to carry her inside. She did her business, settled back in her car seat and promptly went back to sleep.


One less wet diaper to wash!

Peek-a-Quack?

MissMunchkin loves to play peek-a-boo. She'll bring Mommy the dish towel she managed to snag from the counter and giggle as Mommy covers her head with it. Then she'll snatch it off and try to put it back on.

Today in the bathtub I caught MissMunchkin putting a washcloth over one of her ducks and then covering her own eyes with her hands. Then she'd take the cloth of the duck, say "quack, quack" (one of MissMunchkin's favorite words) and start all over again.

Peek-a-quack-quack!

Studying Signs

In case you've been wondering, MissMunchkin is still very engrossed in learning American Sign Language. She has created her very own course of study on the subject.


Upon rising in the morning, MissMunchkin pulls out her "Signing Time" board books, all three volumes. We have to carefully read each one together, at least once, if not several times. I wonder whether it's to make sure she hasn't forgotten them or to refresh me.


Through out the day we cycle through five dvd's:

• "Baby Signing Time Volume One"
• "Baby Signing Time Volume Two"
• "Signing Time: Volume 1, My First Signs"
• "Signing Time: Volume 2, Playtime Signs"
• "Signing Time: Volume 3, Everyday Signs"

If I'm lucky we may turn them off for up to an hour at a time.

The five dvd's cover 90 signs. MissMunchkin knows all but 12 (diaper, horse, boat, blanket, friend, hungry, bread, full, day, happy, sad, and boy.) Many of those she either has another sign that works just as well for the idea (ie: all done/finished instead of full), she has no use for the sign (ie: why learn blanket, she hates them), or has no understanding of the word at all (ie: friend).

Wow, I didn't realize how many signs we have learned till I sat here and counted them. No wonder we have to review them all everyday!

MissMunchkin is getting bored and ready for the next challenge now. The dvd's are not so engrossing anymore. She knows them by heart; I've caught her moving on to the next sign or song before the kids on the tv do.

There's a rumor there are new ones on the way... Let's hope it's soon!

"It's Hot"

It is incredibly hot, in fact. I don't think it has gotten below 80 degrees at night all week. And in the day? Into the triple digits. Much, much too hot for me. So, MissMunchkin hasn't gotten to go get the mail or even go to the pool. It's too hot to swim even!

Strangely, now that I think about it, she hasn't been complaining about not going outside. Usually after a day or two I start getting shoes brought to me and chants of "siii, sii, sii!!" Which I take as her attempts to say 'outside.' I haven't heard that all week. Maybe even MissMunchkin has realized it's too hot out. That'd be a first!

Actually this post was to have nothing to do with the temperature outside but rather MissMunchkin's new favorite phrase: "It's hot."

I suppose it's my fault really. When I give her dinner I usually tell her the main dish is hot and to be careful. (Mind you it's never anything that's incredibly hot, just hotter than the room temperature fruit she's shoving in spoon over fist.)

Now whatever I give her that's not straight out of the fridge is "hot."

"I's 'ot" is more what it sounds like.

It's been sitting in front of her for ten minutes with her playing with it and she looks at me to say for the twentieth time:

"I's 'ot."

It'd be infuriating if it wasn't so damn adorable.