chickenbus

and.








scene.

One Last GHD 'tage for the daDA.



Good Morning, Mominy.
Yes, NighNigh & I did sleep out here.
We're excited.
At long last the bus is pulling into the station!





(Mominy would like to clarify that the outfit is, indeed, her OUTFIT & not a sleeping confection. While I purchased it to wear *separately* I found that I needed a laugh this morning and this completely fit the bill.)






well, I guess Id better turn the radio on...






and see if Im needed anywhere.





On Star turned ON!





CHICKENBUS. I forgot I dont have On Star.





UhOh. Officer MilkyBananapants is needed at the scene!






and.







She'sOff.

ahhh
I can sleep peacefully knowing that I remembered to turn off my siren before I went NighNigh.
No ugly surprises for this toddler tomorrow morning.






And there's nothing like a good SCRATCH to start Officer MilkyBananapants' day out *just* right.





what Mother?
it was a scratch.






Please dont blog about this Mominy.





What's a girl gotta do to get some privacy up in herre.





Ah, yes. Now I remember:
I turn TWO TOMORROW!
The magical Birthday-Sock-filled day when a young girl's life ceases to be out there for public consumption.
No more Vagina Lizzie talk or Mominy prattling on about my emissions in a hotel toilet.
No more chatter about my being the Tiny Dictator or my panic attackesque tantrums.*






And.



TheMereThoughtOfItAllIsEnoughToTireAGemmieOut.









*THOUGHT REMOVED.

topic suggestions.

I have a million but they're all things (only) *I* (might) find compelling.


http://www.goodlifemag.com/archives/2007/12-07/12-07_Fitness.pdf

more than dragging a cranky JEWISH toddler to get her photo taken with Santa.*

the below is my version of Shakespeare's play-within-a-play.


except it's a photo.


and it's because I dont own a scanner.


(and really for the Lawyerman whom I know adores keeping up with what the Tiny Dictator does during her time away from him)









*yes, we had other reasons to need to brave the mall and OTHER REASONS we couldnt be in the domicile.
Im not that crazy.

Just as we're about to pull into the station Toddler Few Words hath become (sigh) Toddler Blabber McGee.

Monday afternoon she held her sippy out to me and stated clear as day:

Mo'* Bubble Please.


They grow so quickly.
Before we know it she'll no longer even desire to caaalaaahh her v'jayjay.


That's it here.


THANK YOU for your comments/emails about similar experiences with your toddlers as per yesterday's post.

Id happily exchange the "mo' bubble please" for "mominy, Im quite stressed about this new domicile to which you keep referring as EMMA'S HOUSE. Shall I be residing there alone?"**




Yesterday.
Pre-OSET.


I knew it. This is an Austin Po-Po car.





Sure it's a great gift but it cant handle the cold!
My battery is dead.






Hey lady!
Can you give a banana-mouth a jump?






What's that? You say *I* drained the battery?







Oh. It appears Officer MilkyMcBananapants left her siren on all evening.
Duly noted.






I guess Id better bundle up until the battery is rejuvenated & I can get some heat up in herre.





Ah, yes.





I can always count on the Steerees to keep me warm.







and.




scene.












*if by MO you mean MORE----which we do (I know. write this down. the correct definition.)
I happily poured that girl a glass of 70/30 (water/bubble) in an effort to calm her post-melter.

**correct assumption or not homegurl is now audience to many Mominylogues regarding the notion that we are ALL moving to the new Emma-house.
Together.
As a unit.
A tripod accompanied by a SpecialNeedsBullmastiff.

Years ago I saw a (highly unmemorable) movie with Bruce Willis (The Story of Us?) all about the dissolution of a family (good times).

I recall nothing of the film except one scene:
it was dinner time & the family went around the table so each family could share their high/best moment of the day and their low/worst.

Even at that tender age (15? 26? who even remembers anymore) I LOVED that notion/decided that I would do that with my family some day.

In that vein here's yesterday's high/low.

high? YES. Everything.
It was fantastic having my family here for the holiday and I adored that they didnt leave until this morning.
It was a nice long visit.


the low? frightening.
I share it mainly because A. until Emma's birthday this is her only journal* and 2. because Ive been SO THANKFUL when people have shared anecdotes with me as the same scenario happening having been forewarned is far less frazzling.


Bottom line? Emma appeared to have what I can only call a DAY TERROR.


We were driving merrily along and allofthesudden she turned panicked, wailing & entirely inconsolable.

ENTIRELY.

I pulled over, checked her out (physically fine, not wet, not hungry), we played for a bit and got back into the car.

EXACT SAME SCENARIO (as if, my mom pointed out, she'd had a bad dream about her car seat and was reminded of it) except with the added benefit of her SCREAMING at the top of her lungs over & over & over:

Mommy!!!!! Baby up!!!! up!!!!

whilst reaching out to me and without my parents being able to comfort Toddler EASILY Soothed.

(cue ominous music & set scene with bumper to bumper traffic/no way to pull over)

All I could do was reach my hand back to her and, while it didnt soothe her, it did allow me to feel her tiny heart RACING.


Got home. Picked her up and she calmed down quickly (& insisted on DOWN so she could play).


When it came time to leave the house again SAME THING.


Eventually my mom drove while I sat in the back with Emma and, after some good old fashioned cousin-play-time, she was ENTIRELY normal on the drive home.


great googly moogly it was HORRIBLE/horribly heartbreaking.

Carla's Choice if you will but the decision was run us off the road, throw car into park and grab the baby (not a good option in Austin rush hour/no good side of the road) or keep on keepin' on until we got home.


I surmise it was Emma's LOW as well seeing as she fell sound asleep for 30 minutes yesterday afternoon.


Mominyhood. It's always something.










*Seeing as Emma's turns two on friday the chickenbus is pulling into the station for good that night.
Best laid plans blah blah blah Ill be blogging at MissedNapportunities.wordpress.com when I get the p-word stuff figured out.

"Yes, that's Emma's v'jayjay. No, honey, markers dont belong down there."


"Why sure you can eat breakfast in yer copcar if that's what youd like!"



a big THANK YOU to C & S for Emma's outfit.
There was no plan to open it early---until there was.




Good Morning, Mominy.






Officer MilkyMcBananapants reporting for breakfast & duty.





WHAT?
No doughnuts?!





CHICKENBUS.
Whatever will I do?





Does this freakin thing have On Star?
Ill bet they'd send some along STAT.





And.


NoSadlyItDoesNot.

What a FUN FUN FUN week.
It's amazing how *not* discombobulated Emma gets when her routine is outta whack but it all ends with her in her own crib at night.


Im off.


Our Yesterday:



Im am tired.




OF THE COLD, PEEPHOLE, not of my early a'risings.
Being compelled to don tights turns The Gemmie into The Crabbie.





see?






What makes me happy?






Posing by the potty for some kind of reason*.




(the by-request mominy shot for the relatives and...)




A toddler playing a harmonica (comedy gold, peephole, comedy gold)





and We're OUT.










*(my apologies, Emma. Im weak and I also promised to be a smidge more circumspect once you turned two)

we had a couple of developmental milestones passed this weekend.

One perhaps by accident (Emma pooped in the hotel toilet. Yes, she begged to be placed on there and mimicked Mominy's ImSqueeeeeezeinSomethingOut noises. No, Im not sure she planned/anticipated the ploppage) & the other not (she blew her nose. we're both thinking she mightcould have been doing this for a while if we hadnt been wiping *for* her.)

Our lives? fraught with bodily-function glamour.

Subtitle: Seriously. This chickenbus is boring even if you ARE a family member.*




Doing her cowgurl version of Today 4 U**





stopping as she hears SOMETHING on the roof.





Emma HEARTS the rain.





she also hearts the opportunity to teach Bubbie how to turn on & off the lamp.





and clarifying for Papa that this one requires a foot-movement to tap it on and off.





she loves getting (in the way as) presents (are) assembled for her.








And.


CallingTheStationAsHerPartnerHasYetToShowUpForDuty.







*feel the need to clarify that I mean my BLOG POST and not the act of having all the family in the ATX to visit.


**when we first got home from the 'mala Emma was (far more than now) Baby Always On The Move.
Somehow I discovered that the one thing that would slow her down was when Angel sang Today 4 U on my TiVo'd version of RENT (your comment made me laugh, H!).

Needless to say that chickenbus was on a perpetual loop for a while...