Archive for June, 2007

The louder you get, the less I sympathize.

Dear Eirinn,

Next time you want to finger paint the couch with raspberry jam, ask your father.  He’ll say no, too.  And throwing yourself onto the floor, kicking your legs, and screaming like a banshee won’t work with him either.

Jam is for toast, not furniture.

Love, your mom.  The boss. (Remember that.)


Our Little Lady

My baby is growing up; rapidly becoming a little girl.  A little big girl.  She is learning at an astronomical rate.  Everyday brings new real english words (todays word of the day – ketchup) and new acrobatic moves; all wonderful surprises. 

This weekend, she decided she is much too old to be fed dinner.  She can do it herself now, thank you very much.  Oh, and bibs are for babies (which she is not).  Eirinn prefers not to wear one, as she is far too mature (by ‘prefers not’, I mean she screams bloody murder as the bib approaches, rips it from her neck, and heaves it onto the floor). 

She fed herself mashed potatoes and yogurt and was pretty good at it for her first try.  Tonight she tried shepherd’s pie.  She is also brushing her own teeth, brushing her own hair (what little of it she has – stop laughing, she’s not bald), and walking, not crawling, up and down stairs just holding our hand.


If I wasn’t so darn proud of every new skill she learns, I would be sad about losing my baby. 

Breakfast this morning

Eirinn is a hobbit.  She eats breakfast, second breakfast, morning tea, brunch, and elevensies.  And then couldn’t care less if she eats again the rest of the day.  Today she had her cereal, shared Niall’s cereal, then my cereal.  When I dropped her off at my moms for daycare, she (Eirinn) immediately began searching the cupboards for something to have for brunch.

At home before we left, I was making lunches with the fridge open, which automatically draws Eirinn in (fridge open?  Gah!!!  Attack!).  She saw the carton of strawberries, grabbed it and shook it, grunting uhn uhn uhn.  She wants some, right?  I take a nice big ripe one out of the box, de-leaf it, wash it, sit her on my lap far, far away from any furniture that will stain and offer her the strawberry.  She took the teensiest, tiniest bite, munged it around in her mouth for a few seconds and spat it onto her shirt.

Apparently I looked bored and she was just finding something for me to do.  Jerk.

Our First Trip

We have never taken a trip with Eirinn before.  The furthest Eirinn has gone in the car is maybe 45 minutes in either direction.  We have never really had a reason to.  Oh, and we’re scared of the screaming.

But we got brave last weekend and drove for two hours to my parents vacation trailer.  Eirinn was fine!  She slept most of the way there.  When she did wake up she got grumpy, but we won’t mention that.  We were only there for one day and one night, but we crammed in as many ‘up north’ activities as possible.  We went boating, checked out a beautiful waterfall, Eirinn splashed in the water at the beach, and she played at the playground at the trailer park.  The only thing she took issue with was the boating.  Hated the life jacket.  With a passion.  But not before I took her picture looking cute.


 And one more for the road:


We had such a great time, we’re going for two nights next weekend!

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We were one with nature – with yelling.


A while ago I took Eirinn and Bosco to a local nature area (I am the secretary on the nature area’s management advisory committee) to take some photos and to get out of the house for a few hours.  In theory, a lovely idea.  I though I’d give Bosco some exercise while showing Eirinn where all the birdies and fishies live.  Maybe even see a squirrel or a frog.  In my mind they were both going to have a grand time – Eirinn would rejoice in all that nature has to offer, Bosco would heal the entire time, and I was going to get some fabulous shots.

What was I thinking?  Have I met our daughter?  Did I forget that our dog is certifiably untrainable?  It turned out to be the most nerve-gratingly stressful 3 hours of my entire 27 years.

The dog started barking before we even left our driveway and didn’t stop until about a mile into our walk.  That was just about the exact same time that Eirinn started yelling and trying to climb out of her stroller.  Oh, and I forgot her big stroller and had to use the flimsy collapsible one that lives in my trunk.  Not ideal for off-roading.  During one of her fits, Eirinn threw her shu-shu (soother) overboard, stealthily.  I ran it over.  By this point I was practically running back to the car.

Worst. Walk. Ever.

A few footnotes:

1.  I do apologize ever so humbly to those who were also at the Nature Area that day.  Especially that group of photographers.  I’m sure the barking and screeching scared away anything with a pulse.

2.  I, however, did get some wonderful shots of the flora.  See?  But no wildlife (see above).


3.  I have learned my lesson and will not be taking the child and dog on walks alone.  And they will be much shorter.  And I will drug them.  With love.

DMNO Update

We’ve set a ‘when’ and ‘where’ for our Durham Moms Night Out meet and greet/launch. 

When: Wednesday June 27th, 8:00 pm

Where: Montana’s in Whitby at the AMC theaters.

 Let me know if you’d like to join us, even just to see what the group is going to be all about.  Email me at

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