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Not long after it came out, Neil Gaiman sent Rosie a copy of Chu's Day. He signed it to her and drew a little bird inside, advising her to "make big things." When we first read it, she immediately remembered that she had a stuffed panda bear, and asked me to get it. I thought it was cute, her playing with the panda, so I recorded a video. There was music playing at the time, and then the audience claps, so her voice is kind of quiet, so I put it in my "learn to edit and improve this" file and never got back to it. But I just looked at it this morning while doing something else and thought it was worth sharing anyway.

(Youtube jumps straight into my other videos after that, which are also generally of Rosie...)
netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
Last week Rosie and I were at a park we don't go to all that often, which has a certain play motorbike on the playground. When she climbed on it I remembered earlier pictures that I'd posted here and snapped a new one. So here's October 2011, August 2012, and April 2013.

Rosie on the bike -14 M Rosie on the bike -2YRosie on Bike -2Y, 9 mo

netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
Rosie has started to get bored with many of her old bedtime songs, like "Somewhere over the rainbow" and "The rainbow connection," and has declared she doesn't like some others, like Wendy's lullaby from Peter Pan. So I have started to sing her story songs from "Really Rosie" and "Free To Be You and Me," and also Land of the Silver Birch, a Canadian native canoeing song I learned when I was young (various lyrics are out there - these were the words I learned but I learned the rhythm part as "boom-didi-ah-dah, boom-didi-ah-dah, boom-didi-ah-dah, boom").

The one song from Peter Pan that she still likes - and asks for, last, before I say goodnight and leave - is my secular alteration of "Tender Shepherd," which is the song Mrs. Darling sings to her three children at the beginning of the play, before they meet Peter Pan. Rosie and I call it "The Counting Song." These are the lyrics I sing:

Tender Shepherd, Tender Shepherd
Let me help you count your sheep.
One in the meadow,
Two in the garden,
Three in the nursery,
Fast asleep.

Tender Shepherd, Tender Shepherd
Let me help you go to sleep.
One, say goodnight and
Two, close your eyes and
Three, safe and happily,
Fall asleep.

(Fall asleep 2X, fading)

This clip is pretty close to how I sing it, tunewise.
netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
During Rosie's bath tonight I spelled R-O-S-I-E out on the side of the tub using rubber alphabet letters, announcing each letter as I found and added it.

"What did I spell?" I asked.

Rosie: "My name!"
netmouse: (Light!)
Rosie had a tiny splinter in her foot today, so I had to hold her foot still while Brian took it out with tweezers. Thankfully I had recently told her the Aesop's fable about the Lion with a thorn in his paw, which I reminded her as she lay there crying and I gave her a hug.

"You were like that Lion," I said. "You had in a thorn in your paw, and you couldn't get it out by yourself, so daddy helped you and took it out."

She repeated that idea back to me, then went over to Brian and sweetly gave him a hug. She said, "Thank you, Daddy cat, for taking the thorn out of my paw."

"You're welcome, Baby cat," said Brian.
netmouse: (frizzy hair)
We are in that phase.

Things Rosie "needs to do" include:

  • Getting dressed (including choosing clothes) and undressed.
  • Putting her own shoes on and taking them off (we have negotiated the right to help her when she wears the shoes with laces, though for a few days she insisted she had to tie them despite the fact that she *can't* do that yet.)
  • "helping" me go to the bathroom (leading me by the hand, lifting the toilet lid, closing the door for me, then coming back and closing the lid and flushing. Thankfully, only sometimes...)
  • Emptying her own potty into the toilet (including rinsing the potty insert and wiping it out, and flushing. Brian flushed the toilet tonight while Rosie washed her hands and we were treated to a repetition of "Need to flush my poop!" for the next 5 minutes, with occasional melodramatic collapsing on the floor) Then, she also "needs to" put the potty back together and close the lid.
  • Washing and drying her hands.
  • Pausing her show on her computer and turning off the screen/monitor when it's time to go do something else (yes, she can use a mouse now, and knows what the pause button is, though to be fair I have set the mouse on her screen to be both large and slow, and she still sometimes needs help. She's known what power buttons are for ages.)
  • Climbing into her chair for meals.
  • Putting on her sunscreen.
  • Getting in and out of the car: opening the car door (She can do it if she grabs the handle tightly and then we take her other hand and pull on her), climbing into the car seat, helping pull the door closed, putting on her seat belt and clipping it, then on arrival helping to unclip her seat belt, opening her door (note: this requires I close her door after we unfasten her seat belt ("together"), so she can open the door again), climbing out of the car, closing the car door from the outside.
  • Opening our screen door from the outside (I have to pick her up so she can reach the handle) when going in the house.
  • Unlocking the deadbolt (again, she has to be picked up) and opening to the doors to go outside.
  • Opening doors in general (at preschool today I carried her through the door from the playground into school and then she shouted "I need to open the door!" for the next ten minutes while she went potty, washed her hands, got a drink of water, and collected her stuff from her cubby. One of her teachers stopped by to squeeze my shoulder and reassure me that she will get older and this phase will pass.)
  • Pulling her blinds up in the morning (has to be picked up to pull the cord sideways to lock them open)
  • Pulling the blinds down at night.
  • Closing doors at certain points of the day, such as right before naps and at bedtime.
  • Turning on and off her humidifier.
  • (sometimes) turning off the lights in the living room and dining room at the end of the day.
  • Switching off the bathroom light after tooth brushing. (Tooth brushing happens in two phases - she does some and we do some).
  • Walking under her own steam, most everywhere.

    She is working on buttoning and unbuttoning clothes and provisionally accepts help with that. Sometimes. Similarly with zippers - if we start them for her she can zip them, and she's good at unzipping. She can put all her hats on herself, so of course she must.

    There's a lot of sitting on our hands going on while she struggles if any of these activities pose a challenge. It's gotten worse lately because she sometimes asks for help and then changes her mind and complains vociferously if we try to help. It's tough getting yelled at by your kiddo on a daily basis. And it especially hard to push her through on a schedule.

    But it's also fun to see her face light up when she succeeds at doing something she hasn't done before. It looks a lot like this:


    (whole series starts here.)

    And at least we have this one bit of leverage; if she's delaying doing something, we threaten to do something ourselves that we know she'd rather do, and then we start counting to three. "I need to do it," she says, and just after "two," she does. Almost every time.
  • netmouse: (frizzy hair)
    Recently, Rosie's been showing all the signs of a growth spurt. Some hyperactivity, complaining that her body hurts, a larger-that-usual appetite at mealtimes, and waking up in the middle of the night asking for a snack. Plus occasionally sleeping a lot.

    So we were not surprised (impressed, but not surprised) when we measured her today on her growth chart and found that she's grown roughly an inch since the beginning of January. She is now 37.5 inches tall. (She's 2 and a half)

    look how high it is!

    She can now reach the elevator button for floor "2", and climb the tallest slide at the park, as well as the two ladders that go to that slide. Here are more pictures.
    netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
    Our little cutie.

    We dressed Rosie up as Rainbow Bright for an event at her preschool before Halloween. I've posted some pictures of her as well as of Brian dressed as a slightly Polish Viking on our Halloween set. If you look closely you can see that Brian grew his beard long and did something fancy with it. He looked quite smashing and got a lot of compliments.

    Here's my favorite of the two of them:

    Rosie Rainbow Bright and her viking father

    I think I commented somewhere that I didn't think any pictures of what I wore existed. It wasn't a costume, per se, just black boots and a grey and black skirt I'd recently acquired, with a black sweater to top it off, but I felt very comfortable in it (aside from my feet hurting from the high-heeled boots after I spent 45 minutes volunteering at the bake sale).

    But there is actually a picture - they had a backdrop set up in one of the rooms, and we got a picture of me and Rosie. Unfortunately our scanner wasn't working last time we tried, so I just snapped a picture of the print they gave us.

    Anne and Rosie at Goblins

    The Halloween picture set also now includes a shot of the Rocket ship costume Brian worked so laboriously to finish on time, and which Rosie subsequently refused to put on. We will keep it and have no doubt SOME child WILL wear it, eventually.
    netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
    Grandpa Gay is visiting, and Rosie proudly told him "No diapers" yesterday when he asked if she's wearing them overnight. I got lots of great advice (mostly on facebook) in response to my post and am planning to get a waterproof mattress pad soon. So far she's only had a couple overnight accidents, but on the other hand if she gets up at 3 or 4 to use the toilet she has a hard time getting back to sleep.

    I was up with her this morning from about 3:30 to 6:30, at which point I completely zonked and Brian gave me another hour's sleep.

    She's getting better at getting to the potty or toilet in time to poop in it, but trying to be that sensitive is clearly also sending her to the potty at times when she doesn't have to go. We're trying to be positive, and also set a routine. It seems to be going really well.

    [Yesterday she did go trick-or-treating, but utterly refused to wear the wonderful rocketship costume her dad made for her, so sadly, no pictures of her in costume for today. So here's a picture of her in the Robot shirt Brian made for her instead; her preschool is all wearing robot shirts today.]

    Rockin' the robot shirt dad made
    netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
    Rosie has been potty training for almost a week now. Last week she showed so much enthusiasm for "no diapers" (sometimes fighting us pretty fiercely) that we decided to try the three-day boot camp approach to potty training. We didn't have any plans for the weekend, and she was enthusiastic (and apparently within the 22 to 28-month-old window of best results), so we mostly stayed in, and we blocked her out of the living room, and hung out mostly in the dining room and kitchen and outside, apart from a trip to Target for her to pick out a stool for getting on the toilet and big kid underwear for herself.

    (Following the example of our friend Jina Chan, we'd long ago gotten a toilet seat that has an adult seat, a kid seat, and a lid all in one unit, and while at home she mostly uses the toilet now)

    It went really well. Sunday night she even pooped in the potty, and Monday morning she wore underwear all morning with no accidents, despite the happy distraction of having a playgroup full of moms and kids at the house.

    Tuesday she did pretty well at preschool in the morning, with one accident and one peeing in the potty. Wednesday out at the park with me, she unloaded all the poop she held in on Tuesday, mostly in a potty (I get the impression it's harder to detect "need to poop" and then hold it than it is for pee). This morning she stayed dry at preschool, too.

    So she's doing really great. She's also still really fighting any attempt to put a diaper on her.

    The stuff we've read has all recommended continuing with the diaper during naps and at night. But after 4 days of dry naps, I let Rosie nap with no diaper yesterday, and that went fine, so she's napping with no diaper on again today. 3 out of five of the past few nights she has also gotten up with a dry diaper (that happened a bit last week too, but I didn't keep count until Saturday), and is more likely to wake up dry when she fights us and is reminded that she has to go a week with dry nighttime diapers in order to not wear one at night.

    (She also no longer wants to go on the changing table, but is more willing to put on a nighttime diaper on the floor).

    What should we do?

    Everybody says learning to stay dry overnight is a different thing than during the day, but that doesn't intrinsically mean you can't learn both skills at once. She seems determined. But she also woke up in the middle of the night Tuesday night and was up for two hours & on the potty 3 times in that time (she was also thirsty and very hungry though, and we also have seen other signs she's hitting a growth spurt, which tends to disrupt sleep).

    She doesn't currently sleep with a nightlight, but there's one in her room. We could leave it on with a potty in there. Or, we could set the 'one week of dry mornings earns no nighttime diaper' rule, and if she makes it, we try without diaper. But then what's our rule about backsliding?

    This is all pretty new to us.

    Any thoughts?
    netmouse: (laughing Rosie)

    Wearing Mama's hat (and shoes)
    Originally uploaded by netmouse.

    Rosie's getting bigger each day...

    netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
    Rosie has started Pre-School!

    I am cross-posting this picture all over because I like it so much. Rosie is two now, and is going to preschool two mornings a week. The preschool she's at is highly regarded by many moms I know, so that's nice. They have good student-teacher (+assistants) ratios. And I like her teacher, who among other things knows a lot of sign language.

    The preschool, A Child's Garden, was originally founded by some moms at the First Presbyterian Church here in Albuquerque, and is located right next to the church with its own entrance and a second floor walk-over. There's no religious instruction though. They have three different playground areas, for different ages, and a nice big atrium for whole-school activities. And a garden, per the name. Because the church donates the space and some of the utilities to the school, it's quite affordable, so we felt lucky to get a space through the waiting list. My grandmother spent many decades volunteering at the First Presbyterian Church in Flint, so some part of me feels like we got some help from her First Presbyterian karma. Thanks, Grandma!

    We've been on the waiting list for UNM daycare since Brian got accepted for the fellowship (it's rumored to take 3 years on the list to get in, and you have to pay $25 each spring and fall to stay on the list), but a mom I know recommended we just stick with a Child's Garden, and we probably will. We have enough time between now and the fall UNM list fee to have a sense of how much we like it.

    This picture was Rosie on her first day to preschool. I stayed with her that day, but she didn't nurse, she just ate snacks and lunch with the others. And wednesday I managed to keep to that schedule, but over the weekend it totally fell apart. And Thursday she fussed a bit when I left but *today* she really knew what to expect, so as soon as I started to say goodbye she grabbed me and asked for boobs and then started screaming when I persisted in leaving. She'd nursed 40 minutes prior, and then had breakfast, so I knew she wasn't hungry, and a couple of the ladies at the school stepped in to pick her up and whatnot, but that was hard. Not *quite* as hard as leaving her on Thursday, but differently hard.

    Ah, kiddo.

    But the teacher said she fussed less Thursday than a few other kids who'd been there longer, and she thinks she'll transition well. Still, I think I'm going to work harder at emulating a pre-school-like schedule of snacks and lunch on Mondays.
    netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
    I know most people's thoughts are on the Worldcon right now, and congrats to all the Hugo winners. But last weekend was Bubonicon here in Albuquerque, and thanks to Steven Gould, Brian and Rosie and I got a chance to attend opening ceremonies Friday evening and then to dine with him, Walter Jon Williams, and Walter Jon's lovely partner Kathy. Also thanks to Steven, the first App Rosie requested for our Kindle was Angry Birds, which he let her play with on his iPad during both opening ceremonies and dinner... (along with other apps).

    We also checked out the dealer's room and the art show, but didn't come home with anything new. Got many compliments on Rosie's cuteness, though - she'd decided earlier that day to wear a party dress, so I'd added a star necklace and a wand with a star on it (left over from her birthday) to make it into a fairy costume of sorts (though mostly I had to carry the wand, after Rosie dropped it somewhere and the kind folks at Registration gave it back to me).

    Saturday morning, Brian watched the kiddo so I could attend a panel on "The bucket list" of books you should read in the genre (and out of it, a category moderator Connie Willis included along with "classics," "recent works that may become classics", "overlooked works," and a couple other very interesting categories). Willis and Daniel Abraham probably made the most interesting sounding recommendations, and I've already bought one: The Apex Book of World SF. They had only a short period of audience suggestions at the end, so I didn't get a chance to mention Nnedi Okorafor's Akata Witch, but I did suggest it to Connie in person afterward, and Steven told me that it was brought up during his YA panel later.

    We went home for lunch and naps and then Brian headed to his regular weekly gaming session and I went back to the con. By prior arrangement, Rosie and I joined Steven again for dinner, this time with a group of fen headed to Buca di Beppo. There were 13 of us and by chance they had the Pope room available, so we had the, er, interesting experience of eating dinner with the pope's upper half in a box sticking out of the food turntable, and looking at whomever he faced. Much tasty food was consumed, with much left over (even though we tried to account for it, those pasta dishes are huge!). The group also entertained itself by leaving decorations in the room for the next group, which was known to be George R.R. Martin's party. I had balloons with me (for the kiddo to play with), and Steven had a sharpie, so that helped.

    smile more!

    After that it was back to the con for the announcements of the Costume Contest winners, and a short but sweet visit with Steven's daughter Emma and her friend Aia, partly for to admire the Portal gun they'd built to show off for the con. When we rejoined Steven et al after the contest, however, Rosie's main point of interest was Steven's lightsaber, which we thought made a nice complement to her batman outfit. She got quite hyper at that point, which was not surprising since it was way after her bedtime, plus there was a fan wandering around blowing bubbles from a tiny canister hung round her neck. I think so far Rosie really likes sf conventions. :)

    Aha. Got it!

    More pictures are over on the flickr account.
    netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
    Rosie turned two on Saturday. Yesterday I took a picture of her at a local park and thought to myself, "Didn't I take a similar picture last year?" Yup, I did, at the end of October, 2011. Here's the comparison:

    Rosie on the bike -14 M Rosie on the bike -2Y

    netmouse: (laughing Rosie)
    So today has been pretty up and down.

    Took Rosie to the dentist and got her teeth checked and counted (16! Everything but the 2nd molars), then got some fittings myself while Rosie hung out with the dentist, then took her to Target to get her a necklace to reward her for being so good... (a necklace because she'd been taken by the necklace-like chain that holds the napkin under your chin) And after wandering around in circles a bit and picking up some other things, failed to find a kids necklace but did find a sparkly purple double-wrap multistrand plastic bracelet that can *pretend* to be a necklace, and she likes it and it was only $2 so that's ok.

    Left Target only a little late to meet some other moms at the Manzano spray park. Rosie has previously disliked another spray park, so on the way I promised that if this one was a bust we would go to the pool. Meanwhile we had snacks in the car on the way there.

    Sure enough, she was very not-crazy about the spray park, so we headed out to catch lunchtime rec swim at the unm pool. On the way there I realized I was sugar crashing so I went through a Carl's junior drive through and picked up a couple chicken wraps for us, which took longer than I'd hoped. She fussed a bit until I threatened to go straight home w no swimming unless she quieted down. We get to UNM, park, rescue the chicken that fell out of Rosie's wrap, wait in line to pay for parking and *sigh* get to the gym only to read the hours and find out I'd misremembered and the pool was closing in 5 minutes.

    I sadly told Rosie I'd messed up and the pool was closed. "Closed," she softly repeated after me. I said I was sorry and headed back to the car. Rosie, sensing I was sad, sweetly kissed me on the hand.

    So I get back to the car, throw the diaper bag and swim bag and my purse in one side, wait for people to finish getting out of the car next to us, then carry Rosie around to that side and start to put her in her seat, and pause to clear out the mess I realized I sat her in -- the mushy remains of what had once been two peach Newtons before she'd poured water on them. That cleaned up, I closed her door and went around and sat in the driver's seat, grabbing my iphone to try to look up the nearest public pool that was open.

    Rosie was whining. "What, sweetie?" I asked, glancing back at her. "Belt," she said, worriedly, "Belt!"

    I looked again. There she sat, without her seatbelt fastened, and she was wise enough to know that was wrong, to let me know before I started the car moving.

    Not even two years old, and she's already helping catch my mistakes.

    So I fastened her belt and took her to Highland pool, which was nice, and now she's napping and I should too, I just wanted to record this for posterity.

    Bad that I was sufficiently out of it that I missed fastening her seat belt but isn't it Awesome that she corrected me?

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