Maya walks J the dog now. She does a fantastic job and as long as I'm holding her hand I don't get nervous--in fact, J seems to walk differently with her (and he's not a run-away dog--we could take him out without a leash if we wanted). Yesterday J started going poop, and Maya looked down at the leash and reached for the baggie holder, which is attached to the handle. She pulled out a bag. To, you know, pick up the poop. Harvard called later on to say they have one slot left for 16 month olds.
Monkey See Maya
Maya likes to imitate to the point of hilarity. She will imitate everything. She pants like J when he pants. She makes noises like barks when he barks. She makes any face or sound you make. Unfortunately she doesn't imitate Mama on the bed going to sleep. *Sigh* (Naptime is still a suckhole of a struggle around here.)
Bad Habit Maya
Just started picking her nose. Well, actually, sticking her finger up there, till it's like she must be hitting brain, and looking at me like, well, what? What's so funny? And she farts and laughs. And she burps. And she fake sneezes to psyche us out.
Met another Chinese girl today who just turned two. Maya was almost as tall as her. (Of course we were in a crowded area and of course the girl's mom is yelling across the room at me, "SO HOW LONG HAVE YOU, YOU KNOW?? HAD HER?" and I'm trying to be all incognito and such, but obviously failing because my kid is jangling my keys and toddling around and the mom is all "SHE'S TALL FOR HER AGE, HUH?" and the other toddler is yelling at Maya because Maya is trying to steal her keys (because Maya MUST have what you have, too bad!) and I'm saying "Sweetheart, it's okay, she won't take your keys forever, she just wants to check them out" and the mom is saying "WOW SO ALMOST HOME THREE MONTHS!" and everyone in line, about twenty people, is looking at me. Yay!) But yes, Maya is tall.
MP has started making this whiny ahhhehhh noise all. the. time. In the supermarket (ahhhhhhhhhehhhhhhhhhahhhhhhehhhhh) until I pluck her out of the seat. In her carseat. In her highchair. If I'm not one hundred percent focused on her she is making the sound. (She's not making it now but that's only because she just finished making it for like twenty minutes straight).
And she is doing some serious preferring of me over anyone else and sometimes she cries hard when Random takes her away from me and holds out her little arms in desperation. Yesterday I lost it (more on that below) and so at the end of the day when Random came home and Maya was screamy and crying for me I couldn't help it. I picked her up instead of letting Random take her, like I should have. Thus ensued--well, you know. Not a great night. Although it ended okay with cheese enchiladas and a beer (I've started drinking beer, all of a sudden. I went ten years without drinking a beer and now it's a beer every night. Hello, beer belly! Woo hoo!) Random is such a great dad but it is so hard for me to listen to her freaking and easier for me to just take her--although I know that is not the best thing to do.
Still Apparently Looking Like a Boy Maya
This was just kind of funny. T'other day I was in Buy Buy Baby buying Maya presents for the upcoming holiday (okay, how many presents do people buy 16 month olds? Do you guys go crazy? I mean my good friend J has already bought her munchkin a whole kitchen and a dollhouse and all kinds of wondrous whatnot and MP is getting a set of stackers and a wooden puzzle so far. Go us!) and Maya was wearing a pretty outfit and a BOW. A honking big bow. I put a girlie hat on her. A woman was standing nearby. This conversation ensued (and I am not making this up).
WOMAN: Is that a girl's hat?
ME: Why yes, it is. *Taking off hat, fixing bow on Maya's hair, putting hat back*
WOMAN: Oh, are you sure it is a girl's hat?
ME: *Looking at hat* Yes, it is pink and white....and has a sparkly cat on it...I think this is the boy version *Showing woman the boy version which is blue and orange and not sparkly*
WOMAN: Oh, but you put it on him so I thought it was a boy's hat.
ME: *Looking at Maya, whose BIG LARGE BOW is RIGHT THERE, in plain view* Um, what do you mean?
WOMAN: *Also looking at Maya* Well you put a girl's hat on a boy so I thought that was the boy's hat.
ME: *Baffled* That's not a boy. She's a girl...see the bow? *Pointing to very obvious pink bow in black hair, not to be missed unless you are colorblind pink/black*
WOMAN: Oh that is a girl? Oh oh. My daughter has a boy so I just thought....oh sorry. I thought. Oh sorry. *Flustered, like her whole world has been rocked*
ME: No problem. *Walks away chuckling to self, duh what silly billies!* (Apparently I need to get MP seven "I'm Not A Boy" t-shirts for every day of the week. Currently I only have one and it is sitting in the washing machine right now festering in old dried poo. Shut up all you washers-of-dirty-clothing-right-awayers.)
(On my favorite sitcom last night, The Office, Pam the receptionist said to a woman, "oh what a cute little girl!" The woman sneered "he's a boy." Pam said "But he's dressed in all pink!" The woman said, annoyed, "It's his favorite color!" Too funny.)
Stinky Nap Taker Maya
Stinks at taking naps. I've tried it all. Some days, I can't be bothered to go through all of the required steps (or, hey! I have Important Stuff to do! And I can't spend four hours trying to get her to take a fifteen minute nap!). She definitely needs naps--if she doesn't get one, she is a little demon spawn--but they either require A) a drive at exactly the right time or B) a serendipitous high chair lunch or C) a stroller walk at exactly the right time, and somehow all forces have to align perfectly for her to fall asleep and stay asleep for more than five minutes. So needless to say with no one around to help all day and me alone with her all day sometimes Random comes home and he just laughs because, well, do I really have to say why?
*Losing It* In a Quite Hilarious Way Here and There
Apparently I really don't like it when I'm trying to change Maya and she puts her hands in it and then I see the crayon she was holding is now a new color and the dog is barking and she is screaming and there are suddenly no wipes and the diapers are scattered across the room because I forgot to put them back in the holder after MP used them to coat the floor and, well, apparently that's when I start to get a little hot under the collar. *Flaps arms and quacks like psychotic duck*
Back To That Present Thang
Could you share with me what you are buying kids this holiday season? I need some ideas.
(And thanks for all your thoughts on MP's scar....I think bite of some sort is probably right. And I looked more closely at the scar yesterday and it has definitely faded since we first met MP.)