Nina Gets Smarter
That may not be totally accurate, but Nina is gaining information and putting it to use very well. She still doesn't seem to understand that she could use her voice to signify things, but she does use her yes and no head shakes to great effect. And not to downgrade her crotch grab, arguably, Nina is nearly fully potty trained. The main problem is that she needs an adult to take her, and is not always serious about needing to go.

But yesterday, she did something new at both her grandmother's house and with me at home. She told us she wanted to eat. With me, she walked over to her high chair and asked to be put in it. I did so and then got a jar of baby food out of the pantry and asked if she wanted it. Yes. So, I heated up half a Del Monte 3 sized Chicken Noodle Dinner jar and got some cold Pink Guava out of the fridge. Nina at all the "chicken", which is what I called it when I gave her each spoonful, with the occasional Guava which she really likes. Then I let her use the spoon and feed guava to herself, which she did really good at first, but then got looser with the spoon and didn't differentiate between right side up and holding it upside down. Then, as she became full, it just degenerated into stabbing the baby spoon into the jar.

Each time Nina went to the bathroom yesterday she asked to. The only wet diaper I think she had was last night after she went to bed.

Patterns
Nina usually wakes up at some point in the night and wants a bottle. I was still awake when this happened so I decided that I'd like to give it to her. I heated up the Ensure with Fiber, but when I tried to give it to her, she cried and cried. I handed her to Alison and everything was fine. Later it occurred to me that the only time I do stuff like that with her late at night is when I'm giving her medicine.

Housey Thoughts
I was all ready to write about how this Sixty Forty Houseplan is just the kind of cool thing that I've been thinking about. However, I'd try to stick to good Norteamericano standards and make it look like a Saltbox house, or Shaker, or whatever that crap is called. Then, due to the rigidity of the steel structure, I'd be able to have big ol spans and whatnot inside. Drop ceilings...ah, they are a dream to me as far as home stuff goes. But forget the econo-stuff they have here at the office for the plate thingies. They make really nice ones for the restaurant biz. I'm also big on interior brick or stone, or frankly anything with massive heat capacity.

I've abandoned my dreams of having ten acres. Not only do I not want to maintain it, but also, to get outside the city enough that I'd be able to afford it, my daughter would be afflicted with a strong southern accent by her teachers and peers. Next thing you know, I'd be driving a pickup truck and putting off getting bridgework.

Syndicate...Syndicate...
There's a meeting in the conference room, and my soda is in that fridge. I'm trapped. Sodaless. I heard The Director mention "fiber optic" and the sales guy say "backbone." I think they're going to turn us into cyborgs. Cool.

Spell Check
For "housey", Blogger's spell check suggested "housewifeliness" and for "Norteamericano it suggested "Mortimer."
- posted by Nick Postagulous @ 11:13 AM