1) I’m a little concerned about the nature of Baguette’s relationship with Bert from Sesame Street. She keeps kissing him and then feeding him to her dragon.
2) While I think she has a point about the animation style, based on her criticism of the plot and themes, I’m going to assume that Mayim Bialik has not actually seen “Frozen.”
3) Speaking of “Frozen,” there are lots of ways to interpret that movie. Personally, I see it as a sharp criticism of helicopter parenting.
4) We went to visit my dad and stepmom this weekend, and on the drive back, Baguette let us sing with her. While we have found the Busy Beavers “Color Songs Collection Volume 1” to be maddening, we are delighted that she was willing for us to join in–even choosing which colors she wanted us to sing about.
5) This fall, I really want to get better at meal planning, and I want to use the slow-cooker more. Which means I probably ought to clean off the kitchen counter. Hey, time for a Leaf Bag List. Maybe I’ll get to that soon.
For the past couple of weeks, Baguette’s teacher has had us send in things that begin with a particular letter. This week, it’s L. So we assembled some items and helped her identify them, and then dropped them off.
What did we find?
And if the ladybug, lion, lemon, leopard, lock, and laces aren’t enough for you, then perhaps you’ll enjoy one of my favorite Sesame Street segments of all time:
Baguette has a cold, which makes her both snuggly and querulous, sometimes in the same moment. Which means that it’s not necessarily easy to cook. But since I’m making an effort to use what I have, I’m soldiering on (not right now–clearly I’m typing right now, and also we’re curled up together in front of Sesame Street).
Sick weekend aside, I am managing to cook. Last night I made tortellini soup, and this morning I made multi-grain blueberry pancakes. I know, I’m fancy–but not really, because I used a mix. However, that means that in addition to today’s breakfast, Baguette will have pancakes to go with her eggs on school days. I just made small pancakes and packaged them into Baguette-sized servings for freezing.
My own breakfast is in the slow-cooker; I’m making more oatmeal, this time with regular milk instead of almond or coconut. Why? Because that’s what I had.
It’s not that I’m refusing to buy food until I’ve used everything up. That’s just crazy talk. Also, I need more Parmesan cheese. So we’ll probably be going to the store later this afternoon.
I feel like this week has gone on for about a year.
Monday was a holiday, and so being us, we went snowshoeing. Baguette loves the snow, but we dramatically underestimated how quickly a not-quite-three-year-old can get wet and cold.
Tuesday we went back to work, and Baguette went back to school. Honestly, I don’t really remember Tuesday.
Wednesday we had Baguette’s in-network evaluation for speech therapy. More on that in another post; for this one, let’s just say that the appointment started late and ran longer than we expected; Baguette missed snack time and got very grouchy; she napped for a grand total of 25 minutes; and at the end of the day we had a conference with one of her teachers. More on that in another post, too.
Thursday was crazy busy, and also rainy. That meant that Baguette got to wear her raincoat and boots. It also meant that she wanted her umbrella, which I did not have time to find. In the evening she ate and ate and ate.
This morning I dropped her off at day care, narrowly avoiding an umbrella-related meltdown, and one of her teachers referred to “the breakfast she doesn’t eat any of.” Which explains the evening hunger. And then work was crazy busy again, with much soothing of ruffled feathers in some directions and prodding in others.
So now we’re home, and while a hat-stacking-related meltdown led Baguette to declare her interest in “go bed,” we are back up. There has been playing with “A-B-C Puzzle” and her new dump truck–it arrived today, and I realized that I order so many things from Amazon that everyday is Christmas. At the moment we’re winding down (I hope) with Sesame Street, and if we’re really lucky, she’ll actually go to sleep and let us watch a sitcom. Ha!
I’m a big fan of TV in moderation. Personally, I can go all day and barely have it on, and not just because I’m at work–I often don’t watch much TV when I’m home sick, for example.
And when it is on these days, we’re most likely watching “Sesame Street” episodes on the DVR, or some other form of children’s television provided by Sprout TV (but not “Caillou“! Not “Caillou”!).
So what that means is that for me, getting to watch Actual Grownup Shows is something of a treat–because mostly they just stack up in the DVR. And now the only time Mr. Sandwich and I are likely to watch them is when we’re both home without Baguette. Because at night, we’re all up or we’re all in bed. There’s no “after she gets to bed, we’ll watch a couple of episodes of ‘Louie‘.”
(And that’s too bad. I love “Louie.” I love it so much that I’m reasonably at peace with Louis CK’s decision to take a year off so that he can keep the quality high. Because–nooooooo!—but okay, because I’ll make that trade for a show that good.)
But this, in case you were wondering, is why we have something like 27 episodes of “Castle” just sitting there in the DVR. Waiting. And waiting.
“Alicious! Mmmm!” (With a smile, often just after throwing the alicious food on the floor)
“Daddy Elmo I play drums.” (Followed by drumming. I am unsure about how to punctuate this. Is she telling Daddy and Elmo? Is she telling Elmo’s father, but she’s unsure of his name? I can’t fault her on that, since Dorothy the Goldfish thinks it’s “George,” but apparently he’s been identified elsewhere as “Louie.”)
“Super Mommy! Super Daddy!” (I’d like to thank Sesame Street and Super Grover for this one.)
“Want to see Zoe. Hi, Zoe!”(This girl does love her Sesame Street characters.)
“Bed!” (Often at completely implausible times, like 30 minutes after waking up.)
“Wow! A guitar!” (Sometimes it’s a violin, but to be technical, it’s a ukelele.)
“Shoe! Shoe! Shoe! Shoe! Shoe! Shoe!” (About shoes that are much too small.)
“Chug, chug, puff, puff, ding dong, ding dong.” (And here I thought “I think I can” was the most important phrase in The Little Engine That Could. Shows what I know!)
“Flower!” (Yelled angrily as we approach the house. Evidently she cannot wait to begin our evening Family Walk so that she can assault the neighbor’s garden and uproot their decor.)
Baguette has started to get possessive. I know this is a normal stage, and we work on reminding her about sharing (since she was a tiny baby, she’s been good about “trading”–although for the past six months or so, she’s gotten pickier about what constitutes a good trade).
So last night I was in the kitchen and heard her call out, “MINE!” I thought, She’s watching Sesame Street. What on earth has she found to be possessive about?
But I was wrong. Because in fact she had recognized that the number of the day was “NINE!”