Chilkat has pinkeye again. She’s much better at fighting against the eye drop application now, which means I have to more liberally apply the mechanical advantages of being a large adult male. Which sucks. We’ve been bribing her for forgiveness with chocolate after each application. She has wailed things like “I want my arms back!” and “I don’t like you anymore Daddy!” and “No, MY eyes!”
She talks so much now. Most of the time it makes some sense. Usually KrisDi or I can figure out what words she’s using, but most other people have problems with her pronunciation.
Today she had an interesting experience: We went outside, and the 8-9 year old neighbor girls were super interested in her. The held her hands and walked her around the neighborhood, dragging her up stairs (insert quiet parental freak-out about letting eight-year-olds drop my toddler down concrete staircases) to knock on doors in an attempt to find more little girls to fawn over her. She seemed completely flabbergasted, but utterly delighted.
Things to remember: The feeling when she sees me, puts on her “THAT’S DADDY!” face, and runs toward me for a hug yelling gleefully, “DADDY!” I got to illustrate (sans hug) for a co-worker. She came into the breakroom, and I tried to mimic Chilkat’s face and yelled with as much delight as ;I could muster, “MARIE!” She stared at me like I was crazy. I said, “Doesn’t that feel awesome?” She just kept staring at me. I explained, but I don’t think she understood.
I got to go to the Hard Liver Fest last weekend. I went with T-Bone and E-Dubs and Pixel Chick, and John showed up later. Between the (primarily) three of us, we tried 18 different barleywines, and then had a “victory lap” of our favorite five (minus one that was tapped by the time we ordered our victory lap). I had a great time.
KrisDi was in Chicago, so I had to call Mom down so I could get away from my child and go out drinking. This was the first time that KrisDi and Chilkat were separated for a night, let alone a weekend. KrisDi went back to Chicago to go bridesmaid dress shopping with Weesh. KrisDi left early on a Friday, so Thursday night at bed time was the last time they saw each other before she left. KrisDi was getting all teary eyed, saying, “Good night sweetheart, I won’t see you for a couple days, I’m going to go home…”
Chilkat caught on…sort of. She got all happy-excited, lit up, and said, “Mommy go home? Mommy go bye bye?” and went to open the garage door. “Mommy get in car, go bye bye!” This did not help KrisDi’s sweaty eye syndrome.
Mom got a refresher course in how exhausting non-stop toddler ownership is. I think she passed out once I got home. Chilkat was not pleased about the continuing absence of her mother.