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Sep. 6th, 2006 11:00 amLucy and William leave today. It's been fun having her around. She's really a cute kid. I wish I hadn't been so exhausted the whole time, because I could've had more fun with her. Every night that she was here, I went to bed before she did. That doesn't mean I got as much sleep, though, as the evil insomnia monsters kept me up most nights. Lucy does a lot of really cute things, and a lot of other things that only I think are really cute because I am her aunt and I am biologically programmed to adore her. But two things I think everyone can laugh at:
Lucy's mother has been pretty aggressively potty-training her since way before her 2nd birthday. She's 2 and a half, now, and she's pretty much got it down, but there's a catch. She refuses to poop without an audience. She'll announce to the room, "Poo coming!" and then she'll grab whoever's closest to take her into the bathroom. She'll get on the toilet and then start calling for the folks that haven't come in yet. First it's the dog, Slim. "Swim! Come help me poo!" And he comes every time. He walks into the bathroom and lays down at the bottom of the throne. Then she names off everyone she can remember seeing in the house that day. Nana! Granddaddy! Meg! I'm pooing, come on! So we all file in, she gets a big grin on her face, and the action commences. We all have to cheer or she gets very disappointed, and don't even think about leaving before she's done. I don't know how she ever poops at her mother's house, because it's just the two of them there. Maybe they invite the neighbors. It's cute, but I hope she grows out of this soon, for two reasons. One, I really don't want her to get a complex about putting on a show like this - there will be internet videos and it could be bad. Two, she's a Massie, and her poo smells. I don't like to be in that audience.
Lucy loves to play on computers. She's always crawling into my lap when I'm online, and the other day, she reached out to my keyboard and started pushing buttons. I said "No, Lucy, don't do that. The keyboard is not a toy." She said, "I know that! I have to check my email!" Ha!
Last night was William's birthday dinner (5th in a series of 5), so I gave him a photographic representation of his present, which I had to order online and have shipped to him. He's a UVA grad, and he's really stuck by the UVA football program through thick and thin. It's been rough for him in our family of Hokies, and this season, it just became too much. He and his buddy, fellow alum Andrew, decided to shift their allegiances to Rutgers. Why Rutgers, I'm not sure, but that's their team now, so I got William a Rutgers Football shirt for his birthday. He was pleased, as was I, because I'm terrible at birthday shopping and I'm pleased with myself for coming up with a good gift.
I went to bed right after dinner last night, and something miraculous happened. I fell asleep! I have a theory about this. See, Mom was in the middle of laundry (have I mentioned it's really not so bad living at home again?) and all my PJ's were in the wash. I shut the blinds, disrobed, and got into bed in the flesh. Maybe that's the ticket. I still woke up several times in the middle of the night, but for the most part, I actually slept. I'd say I got 10 hours of sleep last night, which is excellent. Too bad I had to work today or I might've gotten some more. Since I'm well-rested, I'll probably make it out to the gym tonight and then early to bed again, I hope. I need about 7482 more 10-hour-sleep nights to catch up on all I've lost to insomnia recently. Wish me luck.
Peace.
Lucy's mother has been pretty aggressively potty-training her since way before her 2nd birthday. She's 2 and a half, now, and she's pretty much got it down, but there's a catch. She refuses to poop without an audience. She'll announce to the room, "Poo coming!" and then she'll grab whoever's closest to take her into the bathroom. She'll get on the toilet and then start calling for the folks that haven't come in yet. First it's the dog, Slim. "Swim! Come help me poo!" And he comes every time. He walks into the bathroom and lays down at the bottom of the throne. Then she names off everyone she can remember seeing in the house that day. Nana! Granddaddy! Meg! I'm pooing, come on! So we all file in, she gets a big grin on her face, and the action commences. We all have to cheer or she gets very disappointed, and don't even think about leaving before she's done. I don't know how she ever poops at her mother's house, because it's just the two of them there. Maybe they invite the neighbors. It's cute, but I hope she grows out of this soon, for two reasons. One, I really don't want her to get a complex about putting on a show like this - there will be internet videos and it could be bad. Two, she's a Massie, and her poo smells. I don't like to be in that audience.
Lucy loves to play on computers. She's always crawling into my lap when I'm online, and the other day, she reached out to my keyboard and started pushing buttons. I said "No, Lucy, don't do that. The keyboard is not a toy." She said, "I know that! I have to check my email!" Ha!
Last night was William's birthday dinner (5th in a series of 5), so I gave him a photographic representation of his present, which I had to order online and have shipped to him. He's a UVA grad, and he's really stuck by the UVA football program through thick and thin. It's been rough for him in our family of Hokies, and this season, it just became too much. He and his buddy, fellow alum Andrew, decided to shift their allegiances to Rutgers. Why Rutgers, I'm not sure, but that's their team now, so I got William a Rutgers Football shirt for his birthday. He was pleased, as was I, because I'm terrible at birthday shopping and I'm pleased with myself for coming up with a good gift.
I went to bed right after dinner last night, and something miraculous happened. I fell asleep! I have a theory about this. See, Mom was in the middle of laundry (have I mentioned it's really not so bad living at home again?) and all my PJ's were in the wash. I shut the blinds, disrobed, and got into bed in the flesh. Maybe that's the ticket. I still woke up several times in the middle of the night, but for the most part, I actually slept. I'd say I got 10 hours of sleep last night, which is excellent. Too bad I had to work today or I might've gotten some more. Since I'm well-rested, I'll probably make it out to the gym tonight and then early to bed again, I hope. I need about 7482 more 10-hour-sleep nights to catch up on all I've lost to insomnia recently. Wish me luck.
Peace.
