Jul 272012
 

KrisDi tried to do an inventory of the words Chilkat regularly uses. Here they are:

 

mommy
daddy
papa (grandpa)
M (her friend)
D (her boyfriend)
open
up
down
back
baby
blanket Sounds like “beebee”
night night
uh-oh
broke
color Sounds like “caca”
bye
hi/hello
yes
no
mouse
Mickey Mouse Sounds like “Mimmow”
Minnie Mouse
Elmo Sounds like “Momo”
Oscar
Abby
Cookie Sounds like “Coo coo”
Ah-Ah Refers to The Count
Bert
Big Bird
Leslie She actually says Neenee. It’s her big stuffed lionness
dog
cow
goat
pig
neigh
moo
ee-ee This is what a monkey says.
woof
bird
turtle
caw What macaus say, of course.
duck
sit
book
bus
out
choo-choo
flowers
car
coat
butt
eye
nose
mouth
teeth
cheek
toes
shoes
yay!
all done
light
please
more
cup
bite
bubbles
sticker aoaeoauaoeuaoeuaoeuaoeuaoeu
ball
hat
juggle Guggo!
cheese Chee!
quack
socks
fish
cracker
book
my Or mine
nice
bounce
whoa
pow This is what you say when you fist bump
whee
mmmm
help
belly button
button
owl
puzzle
on/off In reference to lights
Jul 042012
 

Happy 4th of July! I love days off…especially sunny ones, with no plans aside from drinking, grilling, and watching baseball (and a swimming lesson for Chilkat).

Tom is now married, to go along with their house and three kids. Pretty neat. It was a good wedding (with stripping at the altar, thanks to their three year old flower girl who was not a fan of her dress!). It was very strange to be back in Beulah for more than a drive through experience. It is definitely no longer home to me. Just a familiar place that has changed somewhat since it was home to me.

We got to meet Girlandi’s weest (well, youngest) daughter, and see Girlandi and Girlandi’s eldest. We got to meet Northwood’s serious girlfriend (must be serious if he’s moving in with her and taking her on the meet-the-family tour). We got to meet Bucky’s son. Of course, we ate delicious semi-German food with Wilmy Et. Al. Northwood and I also trespassed a bit to take pictures of one of many abandoned and decaying structures in the area.

We visited KrisDi’s friend John in Bonney Lake for dinner the other day; he was quite generous and let me drive his ’66 Corvette. Right now it has a 350 in it producing around 400hp; although it’s much smaller than my car, it probably doesn’t weigh any less because it’s probably 99% steel. Although it looks and sounds awesome, it’s not so easy to drive without power steering or brakes…and there’s no place to put the car seat. And perhaps my car gets better gas mileage…and perhaps not. What a pretty car.

We went to a beer festival. This was the first year in a new location, our second year with Chilkat, our first year with Mom. Chilkat fell asleep in her stroller, and we very carefully transported the entire Chilkat/stroller assembly to within the watchful sight of her grandmother.

We got a visit from the Phoenices, from OK, and Pyrex, from Boston. Pyrex and the Pope were running some silly half marathon thing. Everyone else was just chilling. We got to scare prospective parents with screaming milk-covered catastrophe of a child. Well…that might be an exaggeration. She was actually fairly well behaved overall, but she was, as always, non stop. No breaks. And that’s frightening for prospective parents. We did normal touristy things, and we chilled at our house, and we went on the Theo Chocolate tour. Well, they did; I took Chilkat out because she was not well suited to a room full of people who wanted to hear something other than Chilkat. In the gift shop at the end, KrisDi and I discovered Ghost Chili Pepper Caramel Chocolates…which are impossibly addictive. There are no photos of these elusive creatures; they do not survive long within my line of sight.

We’ve had two unpleasant night with Chilkat this week; Sunday night, bed time ceremonies started at 7:30ish and she screaming banshee (in truth, she only hollered for about 30 minutes…the rest of the time, she was bouncing around and putting her stuffed friends down for ‘night night’) actually began sleeping around 9:30ish. Then she woke up around 2:00 AM, happily chattering and playing for about an hour before going to bed. Then, for some reason, she wasn’t pleased with us for waking her up at 5:45 to get ready for day care. Then Monday night she didn’t get to sleep particularly well, and was so frickin’ pissed off Tuesday morning she refused to eat. OK. So I dumped her at day care a few minutes early, hungry, not having spent time scooping yogurt out of her hair.

  • We’ve been doing the swimming lesson thing. Chilkat loves the water.
  • Chilkat can open doors now. Lord save us.
  • Pink hippo chair: KrisDi found this somewhere. There were several animal styles available. Apparently Chilkat specifically wanted this one, and none of the other options. Consequently, we have this thing now.
  • Re-upholstery experience: We were missing all of robotic Cookie Monster’s fake cookies. We suspected they may have been consumed by my couch. I decided the easiest way to find out (since the cushions are non-removable) was to remove the underside covering. I figured, “I have a staple gun. I can put it back.” I was successful. We also found a number of other treasures, such as socks, business cards, and money.
  • Chilkat is bossy.
  • Chilkat likes slides.
  • This is an interesting Restrooms sign. I have seen the event it depicts; the smallish running one is yelling, “BABY POOPED! BABY POOPED!”