An unfortunate club

Peanut's caregiver's brother was shot and killed Monday while he was at work. From what I understand, her and her brother took care of each and each other's kids. He owned the shop that was robbed.

Miss LaVenia was one of the care givers that took care of Alison when she was in then nursey. We love her. She has a great big open smile and laughing eyes. Keep her in your thoughts.

Open House

I feel like we had a good turnout to our open house this week. We had about a dozen people stop by. One person seemed very interested and another seemed somewhat. All the other's seemed like Robots.

We are pretty tired tonight. We spent all weekend cleaning and getting ready for the open house. It almost doesn't seem fair that the it is over the weekend. It would be better if it was on a Thursday night so we can rest over the weekend.

Peanut seems to be taking to the new class just fine. I think these classes are more structured than before, which suits her personality better. She is going to be running wild no matter what. It is best to keep her attention focused on something rather than letting her make her own fun. I can always tell when she needs to go outside and play. She starts climbing on things, emptying the dog water, whining, or just slowly dismantling the house stick by stick. Usually going outside or giving her an activity will redirect her energy into a more positive direction.

Her teacher seems to like Peanut. It seems that she has two cry babies in her class, so I am sure peanut is a nice change. Her teacher also said that she can talk more than the other kids. I asked her teacher to keep working on Please and thank you. One time I saw the kids all stand around the teacher and say mine because they wanted a cracker or something. I was a little shocked when I heard it, but I guess not all the kids have the vocabulary that peanut has. Her new class also has a potty so she can work on that when she is ready.

We have a long weekend next weekend. I can't wait. I think we are going to go to my parent's house. The live close to a lake and a river. We also might scadoodle up to Branson for some shopping. Contrary to popular web belief, the Ozarks did make it out of the 1990's.

I would like to share with you a picture of the clean bathroom closet. Which one of these things does not look like it belongs. It looks like Mr. T. is becoming a closet eater. (GROAN)

If you need to Smile

We painted today. She kept asking for more paint and saying PLEASE. What is a girl to do?



Messy play is the best. Even better when dad doesn't get mad when you get paint on his car.

Wiggles and Soap Box

Mr. T. scored some free tickets to the Wiggles. It was awesome. I had such a great time. Peanut just stared at the stage and danced most of the time. Well, expect for that time she laid on the floor with her pacifier, which is right before we left. We had a good time though. I almost cried when they came out because I was so excited. I didn't though because I didn't want Mr. T. teasing me about crying.

Why cry you ask? Well, I really really love the wiggles. At "The little house that love built" we don't watch a lot of TV. Not that it matters, because I think even if we did, Peanut wouldn't. She can't sit still. The Wiggles are great because she can dance and move around and be entertained. They also have someone very special, WAGS THE DOG.

So Yay, I love the Wiggles because it seems like so much these days is marketed to our kids to saturation. I know the Wiggles are part of the machine too, but they aren't as bad, and that may be because they aren't as popular. They are like the Sesame Street of Australia. They are pushing a message, but they do get gets to move and have fun.

So there. I love the Wiggles. But I am not alone.

Too Big

Notice her new outfit I got for her at a yard sale. We will pretend that I didn't pay as much for it as I did since it is used, but I am sure it is high quality and so cute. Peanut loves dogs, so I knew this would be a hit. What I didn't realize was how much of a hit it would be. She wouldn't let me take it off of her. It was too big and threatened to trip her the whole time we were at church, but she was insistent on wearing it. I even showed her a dress with flowers on it that was very pretty, she even agreed, but to no avail.

We were a little touchy about her falling this morning because she caught her foot on some pants she had on and fell cutting her lip. I guess she started shaking and sweating. Mr. T. said it was shock. I wasn't there, but I imagine it was scary for everyone involved.

Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time she has shown a strong preference for what she wears. She threw a fit, as much as she throws a fit, in Payless on Friday because she wanted some Dora the explorer denim sandals that lit up. She doesn't know who Dora is and I don't think she realized they lit up, but she was dead set on them. They were seven dollars so I would have gotten them, but they were just a little too small. It was funny to see her get so worked up over sandals. Especially since she doesn't really get worked up too often.

After the strep wore off from earlier this week, we had a pretty good week. When peanut is sick, I realize how good we have it. She doesn't get awful, but she does get whiny. She is also more clingy and needs me more. AND, she doesn't sleep. The last couple of days have been awesome. She is waking up around 5 only to be put back to bed again. She is being cheerful and looking forward to playing with her friends. We are really lucky to have such a good natured little girl. Unfortunately, it takes her getting sick for us to appreciate it.

Two people looked the house this weekend. We are showing it again tomorrow. We will be having an open house next weekend. This week should be just as busy as the last couple trying to get everything ready for that. Everything on the Greenwood house seems to be panning out. They asked to stay in it a little longer, which is fine by us as we haven't sold this one yet anyway.

Peanut and I went to do the shopping this afternoon. When we returned, dad had turned the sprinkler on in the yard. I love it that she will run into the sprinkler without even thinking about getting wet. We should all live that like.

Swimming Talker

This is video of her looking at herself in the camera. Now when I start to take video of her, she wants to see herself. The camera pops away a little and that is because she is trying to look at the back of the camera.

There isn't so much of her swimming because my tape messed up, but there is a lot of her talking. I am starting to think that she refers to herself as baby. Her dad and I both call her baby as a nickname, and I am always asking her if she is mommma's baby. So, maybe I ruined her sense of self.

And I thought it would take a awhile.....

PS, when she says weee, she means swing.

Stinky

On a phone call to Mr. T.

"Peanut wants to talk to you."

Totally unprompted, "Daddy's stinky".

Loud roars of laughter from me. "Did you hear that? I told you."

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Peanut was getting her diaper changed.

"Momma's stinky".

"No, sweety, that is you. You made a stinky."

"Momma's stinky."

"No, i don't think you can blame for that one."

To her credit, her diaper was exceptionally stinky this morning.