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Week 213: Snow, Punching, and Tooth February 27, 2008
I tell ya, the weather is really getting to us here. We've had a few weeks of pretty much unbearably cold weather, replete with snow if Mother Nature is feeling fancy, else just HUGE SHEETS OF FROZEN WATER FALLING OUT OF THE SKY. The result has been an awful lot of time spent indoors for all of us, and a nonsignificant amount of that time has been spent looking forlornly out the window at the ice covered back yard and playground.
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Some of this cabin fever has been translating into hyperactivity for Sam, while she seems to be distilling the rest of it into good old fashioned assault. Twice Geralyn has gone to pick up Sam from preschool to learn that she had to sit in "the thinking chair" which should really more realistically be called the "Oh my God, would you... just go sit over there chair." Both times it was for punching another kid. When I found out and asked Sam to explain herself, her reasoning once was that another girl had deigned to touch her stuff. Which is, in fact, NOT her stuff. The other time Sam claimed it was because someone had hit her friend Michael first. This act of vengeance amused me, because I've met Michael he is a BIG chunk of kid. He could probably kick MY ass, so I doubt he even felt the offending blow much less needed some skinny girl fighting his battles. Still, if Samantha must fight, I hope it continues to be in the name of some kind of inside-out chivalry. Like so much else about kids, it's sweet in an exasperating kind of way.
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As far as Mandy goes, I do have a milestone to report. I was downstairs the other day while Geralyn was upstairs with Mandy changing her diaper. I could hear their mostly one-sided conversation through the baby monitor, and looked up from my book when I heard Geralyn exclaim, "HEY! You got a toot! A toot!" She then went on for several minutes, singing "My baby's got a toot! My baby's got a toot!"
This puzzled me, because demure as Mandy is, tooting is not an uncommon item to be found in her bag of tricks. Come to find out when they came down the stairs, though, that the imperfect audio from the baby monitor had deceived me, and all the hoopla and chanting was about a tooth, not the other thing. And indeed, a long overdue incisor was erupting from her upper gums, with its neighbor only slightly behind it.
The cute thing is that if you now ask Mandy to show you her tooth, she opens up her mouth, presses the pad of her thumb against her tooth, and then flicks the thumb at you. The fact that this is an extremely rude gesture in some cultures just makes it all the more cute in a "hey, that baby just flipped me off" kind of way.
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