Flaming party steps bruiser froggy kicks

I know it looks like I just strung a bunch of unrelated words together to form a title for this post, but they’re related. Trust me. This is how our week has gone from Thursday to today. Pull up a chair. This could take a while. I’ll pour you some tea, or coffee. Do you take sugar? I wasn’t offering that kind of sugar, quit humping my leg.

So it turns out that Sophia didn’t have chickenpox, at least not a full-blown pox break out. I didn’t take her to the doctor or anything. She didn’t have a fever, but she was very sleepy the day I discovered the red dots. I’m sure those weren’t bug bites. I think it was just a couple marks resulting from the pox shot. The three little round dots that I saw (one on her left thigh and two in the diaper area) disappeared within three or four days. All three were red and perfectly round, but none bubbled up like a blister.

Thursday was my mom’s SIXTIETH birthday. We went up to my parent’s house after Kurt got home from work and my dad took us all out for “hibachi-style” Japanese food. I had sushi. Because Mojo talking about spider rolls during the third presidential debate on smarmoofus’ blog made me want some. Actually, I always want sushi.

The last time I went to a hibachi-style restaurant was twenty-five years ago in Hawaii. I was seven. *cringe* Please don’t do the math unless you’re older than I am.

The chef put on a show as usual with this type of place. It was fun to watch, but even more fun was to see Sophia’s reactions to it all. She sat quietly eating the piece of bread I gave her while the chef tossed knives around and tapped the salt shaker each time he used it, but then he added flames, tall flames that gave off a lot of heat. Sophia was wide-eyed and kept looking at me as if to make sure all was ok. The fire went down and the chef went back to tossing an egg into his hat and dicing, mixing, and frying things. Sophia was fine until the second time flames were introduced. That time she freaked out and cried.

Friday we went to a friend’s party and test how late we could visit before the baby turned into a pumpkin. We brought her pack-n-play with us hoping that she might sleep in it. She did sleep at the Misfits Christmas Party of other friends’ nine months ago, or was it a Packers’ party? Either way it didn’t work out this time. We had to leave around eight.

Saturday we visited with our neighbor on their back patio and their dog lured Sophia into walking again. She took three steps towards their little old Lhasa Apso. A little later, she took six steps towards their glider bench. This was the third time I’ve seen her walk and the second for Kurt.

Monday, yes I know I skipped Sunday nothing worth mentioning happened on Sunday, I went to Costco and bought a light winter jacket for when we go to Michigan/Wisconsin for Christmas/New Years. The smallest I could find was 2T. I figured that was close enough and she’ll grow into it anyway. I don’t plan to have her outside a whole lot. I just want her warm going from the car to the house and such. At home, I put it on her. It’s freakin’ HUGE. I told Kurt when he got home and he asked if I took pictures. No. He put it on her again to see for him self, and then called me to see her standing there in the huge jacket. The length of it is down to her knees and the ends of the sleeves are inches past her hands. I popped my head around the kitchen wall to see her start to loose her balance. Instead of bending her knees the way she normally would she bent at the waist, but her feet slipped at the same time and she landed on the hardwood floor right on her forehead. She SHRIEKED and cried. Kurt tried to comfort her, but I had to take her. It took a good five minutes for her to stop crying. After she seemed to calm down, I handed her to Kurt so I could continue cooking, but she started up again. She blamed Kurt for her falling down!

Poor Kurtie felt like shit and apologized profusely to our toddler. She didn’t care. She holds a grudge! I had to put her in her not-a-highchair (booster seat) in the kitchen doorway, and give her Cheerios. Kurt left her alone, but after a few minutes pulled up a chair beside her and asked if he could sit next to her. She kept eating Cheerios. I think that was a snub. She’s one tough cookie! A couple episodes of M*A*S*H and they were buds again.

Today was swimming class and for the first time since the swim session she took at six months, she didn’t curl up in a ball like a little sea otter. She actually kicked in the water. She kicks like a frog. It’s freakin’ cute!