Chunguita loves to dance. Don’t all toddlers? She dances at daycare, she dances with us, she dances with Lauren (babysitter), and she even gets Abuelo to dance.
The local dance school offers Twinkle Babies for 2 & 3 year olds. So we decided to sign Chunguita up. She’s the youngest in the class, but there is another 2 year old who is only 2 months older than she is.
The first class was really hard. She sat on DH’s lap and watched. The second class, I went, too. She did better; DH was able to leave the room, but mostly she just stood there. She’s very good at sitting when
the teacher asks. The third class she mostly stood there and when the class moved around the room, Chunguita went with them.
Finally, at the 4th class, Chunguita is starting to do the moves with everyone else. She puts her right foot in, she puts her right foot out, she puts her right foot in … It stops there. But she’s doing it.
But most important, she loves it. She excited to go and runs into the classroom when we get there.
A room full of 2 & 3 year olds dancing is just about the cutest thing you can ever see.
Almost every night I take a bath after I put Chunguita to bed. It helps me to relax and get to sleep.
Chunguita was reading Good Night Moon with DH. There’s an “old lady whispering hush” helping the bunny go to sleep. On the last page of the book, the “old lady whispering hush” has left the room. Chunguita told DH that she went to take a bath.
I just tested last night. I got 2 lines (+ve) in less
than a minute. What a rollercoaster!
DH & I laughed and cried over this last night. The eta of this one is
Jan 23. Isabel’s birthday is January 21.
Isabel went thru a phase where she wanted a baby at home, but lately,
she’s been saying she is my baby and wanting me to hold her in the
cross-cradle position like she is a baby. I tell her that she will
always be my baby and that I love her very much.
Since she is my baby, she hasn’t wanted another baby at home.
Last night, I asked her if she would like a little brother or little
sister. She said, “No brother! No Owen brother. Sister Katarina.”
Katarina is one of her friends at daycare; Owen is at daycare, too.
I’m not sure what the implication of “No Owen brother” is.
Me: Would you like a sister like Katarina?
Isabel: Sister Katarina, yes. Sister Simone.
Me: What about a brother like Shawn?
Isabel: No brother Shawn.
Me: What about a brother like Emory?
Isabel: No brother Emory.
Me: What about a brother like Miles?
Isabel: Hm … Miles brother okay.
I don’t know why she isn’t receptive to a baby brother unless he’s like
Miles. She adored Miles, but he moved up to Preschool-One.
Isabel knows where to stick the car keys to start the ignition. I got
a cute picture of her last summer trying to put the house key in the
ignition. Fortunately, she doesn’t know which key is for what. And,
generally, the keys are out of her reach.
Isabel can count to 3 pretty reliably, sometimes to 4. We’re working
on 6 for now. Her favorite book is about a bunny with 6 baby sibs.
They are always crying in the book. The artist manages to capture that
midnight feeding feeling perfectly in her drawings of the daddy bunny.
It cracks me up.
We have switched from the toddler bed to the trundle bed from Chunguita’s daybed. We have the trundle at it’s lowest position. It’s in a corner, with her hope chest at the foot of the bed and a guard rail on the side. Chunguita can climb in and out near the foot, but she prefers to sleep up where the guard rail is.
I think this is a very practicle option. When she is ready for a regular twin bed, we can either raise this one or slide it back under the daybed.
That poor woman and her poor mother. DH is furious with Mr. Yates. DH blames him for this tragedy. DH is also furious with the legal system and the media for seemingly letting him off the hook. She should not have been alone with those children.
I wonder if the jury will sentence her to death. IMHO, that would be the merciful choice, but then I like to believe that the dark mother will gather Andrea in her arms and hold her until her pain is gone. Then I think of her mother and how I would do anything to help Chunguita live and how devastated I would be, how hard it would be to let Chunguita go. I don’t know how I could live with myself if I were Andrea Yates; I’m sure they would have to put me on constant suicide watch.
What a terrible tragedy! It breaks my heart.
Yesterday, I think Isabel would have rather died that worn the cute
sailor top with crop pants in navy. She picked out a pink tanktop and
turquoise shorts with white dots. Today (when her father got her
dressed) the sailor top and crop pants were fine.
Isabel loves bright colors. The brighter the better. She like to mix
orange, red, and hot pink together. She’s my daughter.