My poodle Beau's favorite toy has always been a plush lobster from Target that has rope legs. We've been through several of them. I refer to him as a seafood lover. Little did I know his affection for the crustaceans would transfer to his sister, SP.
When we took SP to have her nine month portraits taken, I forgot her crab. This is not good.
Fortunately, I have a backup crab. Not THE crab, but an acceptable substitute.
We also left another crab at a friend's house on our playmate last week.
We abound with sea creatures at Casa Diva.
When we found out we were expecting, it seemed like tub toys were the celebratory token of choice for all friends. So we have the garanimals and babies r us and walmart variations thereof. These mostly always include a fishie and a crab as well as a turtle or dolphin or pelican. Initially, during her potted plant phase of merely looking around, she had little to do with these. However, she likes to chew on them in the bath (total water baby) and when I take her to walmart I see if there's a toy she likes it is invariably the latest incarnation of the one dollar gar animals crab squirter. she has three now. They are terrycloth and nylon with a plastic squirter inside. She likes them because they hold water and are good to suck on in the tub, I think.
However THE crab is an orange and blue rubberized number that I regrettably forgot. I have a red one in the diaper bag for such emergencies.
I confounded the photog when he said "Oh, is that her crab?" and I shot back, "No it's only her auxiliary crustacean. The good one's at home."
The Pea is showing her mischievous side.
I was tidying (read: frantically hiding clutter) in anticipation of a play date at our home. Friend's house is neat, highly organized and clutter free despite the fact that she also has a baby. So I knew I couldn't be that fabulous but at least could conceal some of the embarrassing mess. So I put the Pea in her pack and play where amazingly she played and cooed while I folded and put away laundry. Smugly, I congratulated myself on raising such a patient and imaginative daughter capable of entertaining herself while I clean. I even vowed to tidy more often since she will play happily.
Or, you know, remove her own diaper and pee all over the entire universe and cackle with glee about it. I'm not lying about the cackle either.
I think God actually hurt himself laughing over that one.
Yesterday I made banana bread. And homemade spaghetti sauce. And garlic bread (okay the bread was purchased, I'm not that good). And today we have food which is better than usual. I ordinarily snarf a yogurt or similar for lunch while feeding SP some cereal. Today I have a choice. I'll still eat a yogurt cause it's fast, but having the OPTION is what's important.
As for this post, you have the dogs to thank for its unfocused and sporadic style. The baby finally napped. So I was able to use the breast pump (big fun here). I started blogging. Then I finished on the pump and tried to strip the wet sheet off the pack and play resulting in Beau losing his shit utterly and barking like an ax murder had chopped down the door, waking the baby after an impressive 25 minutes of nap. She wouldn't go back to sleep. So, thank you, poodles, for that. I'm sure that was just ALL THE SLEEP SHE NEEDED. Grrrrr.