Open season on dumb bastards
Mar. 8th, 2005 05:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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auroura76.
I want to fly to Wisconsin right now and start kicking asses. Just, go read this. My head actually popped off my body when I read that. With, like, steam. I want to hurt someone. What the HELL is wrong with this person, not to mention people who are like "hey, it's a valid point to bring up!" NO, no it's fucking not! What the fucking fuck! Oh my God. All right, deep breaths, Rachael. Right, so I'm a cat lover, so bear with me, but that is unbelievable. Seriously. Cats kill birds. That's what they do, asshole. Did you know that animals tend to kill other animals? Ever heard of that? It's kind of like called the FOOD CHAIN, you moron. Jesus H. Christ. I don't care if the birds are endangered. If they are, oh well, make a law about people having to own fewer cats or pay more for them, or at least keep their cats inside there, if it's that big a goddamned deal. And if you find their cat, then like fine the owner. Whatever. I don't know. But you don't kill the cat! God. People are the reason animals go endangered before their time, all right? And if an animal kills another animal, oh well. It's the way the world works. Especially wild animals, if the cat is a stray. People already get pressed to have their pets fixed, so it's not like there's really that many strays always, unless the cause is people abandoning their pets. And that's not the fault of the animal, it's the fault of the owner. And there's the freaking Animal Cops on Animal Planet who deal with that, so call them up, asshole. And stop trying to shoot cats, you freak. God, that pisses me off. Why are these birds so fucking precious to this weirdo, and cats are equated to mice? I'm not saying mice deserve to be hunted or something, but people who own mice don't generally let them out of the house. Cats are people's pets and property, and it's normal to let them go out. They don't always put collars on them. You don't have a right to go around killing people's pets, jerk-off. I don't care if you think it's legal, it's not morally right, so fuck the fuck off. Cats are members of people's families. God, what is wrong in this person's head?
I sincerely hope this isn't the mentality of others too. Or I will call open season on stupid heartless hunters with nothing better to do than kill people's pets and excuse it by saying "think of the BIRDS! Won't somebody think of the birds!" Then tell them they're small game because of their small hearts and brains. And then open up their stomachs like in the article and analyze what THEY eat, and start killing people for eating all the poor deer and shit. Tell them to stop roaming around outside, killing cows and then barbecuing them, because me and my pals like them lots. Idiots.
I hate people sometimes.
Okay, I feel marginally better after letting that out. Heh.
Oh! On a totally different random tip, I've been forgetting to ask something here for a while. I got this package in the mail a bit ago, and it didn't say who gave it to me. It was a mug, with the web address of sorryeverybody.com on it. Anyone here know what that's all about? Cuz like, if someone didn't actually send it to me, I have no idea how it got to me. I never gave my address or anything to the site, so I'm mystified.
As for how I'm doing otherwise, I'm feeling better than I was the other day. So thanks for the comments. Still stressed over the job sitch, but it's all right. I'm just trying to stay open-minded, and hope it all works out.
I had a nice day yesterday, at least. Long, but nice. Well, not at first, but hey. I woke up at like seven in the morning, and at first I was all psyched because it meant I was actually up early enough to take my antibiotics three times that day (Joe paid for me to see a doctor, and I got some meds for the sinus and ear issues, but you have to take them three times a day and eight hours apart, and it's just difficult, so I've been really bad about it. Which is frustrating. I always end up just doing it two times a day. Sigh). But then I totally had diarrheah cha-cha-cha cramping and such for like the next three odd hours. I mean, not on the toilet going that whole time, but still. Pain. And not fun. But oh well.
Jay was kind of a pill about changing his diaper all day, which usually he's pretty good about, but it wasn't a huge deal. I had to hold him down finally one time, while doing it, until he finally gave up. Heh. That's a blast, changing a poopy diaper with one hand, while the baby squirms around and screams in your face. Fun fun fun! Especially since I had a slight migraine coming on at the time. I had no choice though. Usually, I prefer him to come over and lie down on his own. Normally, it's not a problem. But each time we had to change it that day, he kept dancing around and making like a game out of it, not coming to me, and lying down across the room, and it was taking forever and got old. Like, he's had diaper rashes, and you're not supposed to leave wet diapers on too long, or poopy ones. Plus, if you leave a poop-tacular one on very long, well, if there's a lot of it? It'll get even messier in there, and get everywhere. So it just pays to get it over with. And like he's old enough to know what I'm saying, to know what's going on, and after I give him chances to come over on his own and he doesn't, I don't think it's cruel and unusual punishment to drag him over (not brutally or something!) and hold him down while I simply change it. Cuz it needs to be done. And I tell him that. Like, I don't like changing your diaper, kid. It's not fun for me. But I gotta do what I gotta do, and so do you. Luckily though, like I said, he gave up the fight after like two seconds and simply let me do it. It was funny though, when I told Corinne later, she was like "I tell him to come over NOW, and if he doesn't, he doesn't get a second chance." Heh. So I guess I shouldn't feel bad. I was pretty nice. And apparently he still gives Lance Hell for ever doing it, and it's often a battle between them. So the little stinker knows what he's doing. He's just usually so easy to do it with for me, so I was letting it slide a little, until it became apparent that he wasn't going to cut it out and I knew I had to end it for him.
He was being really funny even during that though, and despite my annoyance at it, I was also having a hard time not laughing. He kept doing this funny little quick stomp toward me, going "ah ah ah ah ah ah!" with each step, all hyper, and it was so weird and amusing. I don't know how to explain it, but Corinne said later he does it when really hyped and goofy. Heh. It's hard to be stern in the face of a silly twenty month old. And they're all smiling at you, and being cute, and it's like "no! Damn't, stop using your cuteness against me! Must. Resist. Baby. Powers!" Heh. Seriously though, if you laugh at their game, it's all over. They'll have no respect for what you're saying, and just up the ante. Like, "sweet, I got her now!"
He totally laughs at Corinne when she puts him in the "naughty corner." And yes, we watch Super Nanny. Hee hee. But yeah, he laughs at her sometimes when she tries to be stern with him, even more than anyone else. For some reason, he likes to mess with her and test her the most. I think because she gives the biggest reaction, but like she says, she can't help it. It's funny, her "calm" is my "really pissed off and trying to hide it." Heh. She goes from zero to sixty. And it's not like she yells (at least not now, after we kind of talked about it), but her voice level does go up, and it's obvious he gets to her. Like, that he can frazzle her. He laughed at me one time, when I put him in a corner, and yesterday obviously, but normally he actually does quiet down and listen to me. Again, I think it's because I stay calm but firm, and just consistent. But even I, every now and then, get a little frustrated. But I'm usually pretty good at staying patient. Heh, Corinne's like "you're WAY more patient than I ever am on my best day." Then again, he gets grumpier in the evenings for some reason (I think because there's so much more activity then, and it's harder for him to get people's attention and he gets pissed. Because when I'm alone with him in the evenings even, we're fine. But add a few more people, and tantrums start up), and they're the ones to deal primarily with that side of him. I have it a little easier sometimes. That's why I suggested to her though to simply take him into the other room when he's being that way, where it's quiet and the two of you, and deal with it. Then come back out. It's too hard to stop a fit like that, out in the loud kitchen or living room, where three people are still talking and the tv is on, and bla bla bla. Although it's still possible then, but you at least have to kneel down and talk directly to him, and slow everything down. Sometimes we simply let him run off though. Heh. Like, okay, go to your room, learn that we won't always chase you and respond to that kind of fit, and learn to calm down on your own. Usually he'll come back out after a minute to see what we're doing, and maybe then we'll say something, unless he's still being a butt.
Anyway, I could go on, but I'm sure no one here cares to hear the details of how we manage toddler tantrums. Unless of course someone does, and then by all means say. Heh.
I don't think he's a very naughty kid though. Pretty average. It really depends too. He goes through phases where he's very, very good, and then occasionally he'll pick something to test me on. And then he gets better again about whatever it is. He has that issue with hitting (which he doesn't do very often now, but every once in a while it'll happen. But since we're consistent about it, I don't think it'll last), but that's really it, except that now he's starting to throw fits about not getting what he wants more. Not always, but sometimes. I mean, like one day he might really throw a shit-fit over being forced to come back inside with Corinne and I, but yesterday he was surprisingly good when I made him leave the playground with me, and then afterward come back up into the apartment. So it just depends. Some days he'll be an angel in the store with Corinne, and then there's times like today when she told me he embarassed the hell out of her in Fred Meyers. So who knows. What can ya do, you know? Toddlers. They throw tantrums, it's what they do. But I still think, overall, he's pretty good. Certainly compared to what I see on some of those nanny shows. Heh. Plus, I also think Corinne and Lance, and then me when I watch him, we all handle it well, so like with the hitting, I don't think it'll be impossible to manage as he gets older. Then again, who knows. Can't always predict stuff like that. It just seems the out-of-control kids who are older have parents who haven't been handling it like ever, and we have. Like on those shows they're all just now learning stuff we already have established with him, and kind of seem common sense to us largely. (that doesn't mean I don't sympathize with the parents, but I'm just saying)
He was so flippin' cute outside yesterday though, speaking of. There were these two older girls there, and he was like completely entranced. Standing there, making noises at everything they did, and smiling and laughing, and following them around and trying to copy them. Hee hee. For instance, he's been afraid to crawl through the tube thing there always, regardless of us showing ourselves crawling through it to him, but oh when they did it? He wanted to get right up there too, and did it over and over. So funny. If they climbed up the side, he had to do it too. If they started walking up the stairs, he started doing it too. So cute! And everytime they started singing, he'd look over at me and smile. He's such a little warm-hearted kid.
Then after that, on our way home, we ran into another little girl, probably about two, whose mother was married to a guy who knew Lance as a kid. So we stopped and talked, and Jay interacted with the girl. And she had to stay where her Mom could see her (she was putting stuff in her car or something, nearby), so when Jay would start wandering off the other way, she'd pout, and then he'd turn back and point and be all "uuuugh!" like upset that she wasn't following. Heh. So I'd tell him she couldn't come too, and then he'd go back over to her. She was cute too. All showing me her pink sandals. Heh. And her baby doll that she was lugging around, which was also dressed in pink, but which she had named "Jeffery." Ha!
There was another little baby boy by the playground at one point too, who started crying when he couldn't come over longer, and Jay was very interested in that. Heh. He gets very concerned about other kids or babies crying. Everytime this commercial comes on, on tv, with the moniter on and the baby coughing and crying because of smoke, he immediately looks over and is all "uh uh!", and then points at himself. Heh. Which he did at the playground too, when I said "oh, look, another little boy!" Again, smart kid. If he sees a girl in a magazine too, he'll point, and I'll say "girl," and he'll point at me. Then he'll find a boy, wait for me to say boy, or if it's a baby wait for that, and point at himself. He does the same thing with pictures of himself. And when he sees pictures of us, he points at us. Or if it's of someone who doesn't live there, he points at the door. Hee. He's just as good too with understanding that other dogs are like Spunky and the same with cats, because if he sees another one, whether if it's on tv or in a book or whether it's a real one or cartoon, he'll point in a questioning way and wait for you to say what it is and then find Spunky or Midnight and point at them. Then again, he has a good memory and has long been good with communicating everything by pointing. I mean, he remembers everything he's like ever freaking seen it seems, down to this random time he saw a ladybug with Corinne inside the apartment so if you say "ladybug" he'll go over and point to the spot. Or if you say or sing something that is also on tv, he'll perk up and point at it. If you recite something from a book too, it's totally obvious he recognizes it, and sometimes automatically goes to his closet and tries to find it.
Jay kept walking up small hills (like in the grass) and then freaking hauling ass back down them, literally falling into my arms. And totally laughing about it. Little wild child, I tell you. And he has to go up to all the bushes and touch them, and smiles about it. Oh, to be a baby again. So easily entertained. He'll go up to the roses now too, and smell them with me, and then he blows on them. Haha. I don't know why. I mean, he knows to blow out candles, and they smell. Maybe that. Or to be fair, I'd just shown him to blow out a dandelion (I am thinking of the right weed, right? The white things you make wishes on and blow out?), so maybe he was trying to do that. Either way, it was funny. Oh, and P.S., when he sees pics of candles or birthday cakes? He blows at the picture. Heh.
He totally yells really loudly too whenever he sees the vacuum cleaner sitting out on the balcony across from his stairs as we're walking out. Him and vacuum cleaners, man. BFF. What's funny too is how I said the other day that he wasn't playing with his toy vacuum much lately, but then yesterday he did a lot.
In other news, yesterday he started saying "mom-mom-mom-mom" at this part of a book he has where chicks hatch and yell "mommy." Heh. That's new. And started going "na na na" a lot. And it's not like he hasn't made that sound before, but usually he's either stubborn about saying it when I try to get him to, or he has a hard time with it. I'll go "na na na?" and he'll go "da" or something instead, in response. But yesterday he was right on it. And was making other new sounds too. And going "ta" when we tried to get him to. I swear, he even did it once to try to get my attention, and maybe it was a fluke, but if it wasn't then awesome. Because we try to get him to say "auntie" or "tia" (Aunt in Spanish, although with most Mexicans, it would sound more like "dia", but "tee-ah" is correct too and we'll take what we can get. Heh), and that was closer to that than his usual "dah" for everything. And it really is his all-purpose sound. He'll make this thoughtful face if you say no to something for whatever reason, and then go "dah!" like it's going to get him his way. Hee. Because when he whines for us, like "uuuuuugh!" trying to get something, we'll be all "that's not a nice way to ask" or "how about please?" and he'll go "dah," and we'll be like "all right, well, that's better anyway." Like, at least he's trying then. But now he thinks it'll work for everything. Hee. Oh well. Anyway, he was doing a good job imitating me saying "a-choo" and "choo choo" or "toot-toot" yesterday too. Exciting stuff. Well, it is when your days are spent with a baby anyway. Heh.
Ooh, another new thing with him is that when you hum a song, he tries to like go "uh! uh!" in time at appropriate spots. Heh. I mean, that's not a totally new thing, since he would chime in with the "I love my Dada!" (or Mama, conversely) songs they made up, for a long time. But now when I sing this song from a Sesame Street thing he has, that has the Mexican Hat Dance melody, he'll do that. It's all "da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da" and then you're supposed to go "clap, clap!" or "stomp, stomp!" but he'll go "uh, uh!" Hee. It's cute!
Okay, now I'm just rambling, but oh well. He's just so damned cute. You know what else? Now if someone is paying attention to someone or something else, and he wants your attention? He'll get right up in your face, make eye contact, and then be all "let's go, come on." Ha. That doesn't really do it justice though. It's really funny when it happens, cuz he like gets RIGHT in your face, searching your eyes with his. You'll be all in the middle of a conversation with someone, and then bam, baby in your face.
Oh, and another thing. The other day, when I had a spider-man bandaid on (blame Kevin), he waved at it ALL DAY. Hee. I remember he waved at his Spiderman wrapping paper on Christmas too. He cracks me up.
Before his naps too, he totally waves bye-bye at everything he passes on his way to his crib. Bye-bye to the floor, to the pictures, to the computer (mainly because of Skateboard Man on it, of course, as that's what every skateboarder on the game is called between us), Spunky, Midnight, electrical outlets, and on and on. Heh. I don't have the heart to tell him he doesn't have to actually wave, because it's too cute. Same with when he offers toys or food to things and gets frustrated at their lack of response. Haha. Like he'll bring his truck right up against the tv screen for Mr. Rogers. He brought it to the cat yesterday too, and tried to put it actually on the poor thing. Hee. I was like "I'm sure the cat appreciates that, Jay, but it's a little big for him."
Did you guys know, too, that there's like absolutely nothing cuter in the entire world than a baby giggling? Because there isn't, I'm sorry. Like, that out-of-breath, straight-up giggle. Nothing cuter.
He's such a character, too, and it's like hard to explain it to people. He'll take his baths, and then always without fail run out to me in the living room with the silliest expression on his face, and then either smoosh his head into me after a running tackle, or climb up on the couch and snuggle up against me, and then simply get back up and go away again. Heh. I don't know, but everytime, he does it. Maybe because he knows when he comes out, I'll always coo or whatever, because I think he's extra cute when he comes out after a bath. Heh. Well, he is! All wrapped in a towel or just in a didey, all with wet hair and smelling good and stuff. Like, he seems like such a big boy now, but when he's like that, he seems like a baby again. So he probably knows he'll get a response from me, and anticipates it. Plus he's always super-hyper after it anyway.
Anyhoo! Way to ramble, Rachael. I'm supposed to be going over to my sister's tonight. Not to watch the little dude, but to help Lance with math homework. They still haven't called to say when though, and I'm getting a little impatient. But oh well. Tomorrow I finally have a hair appointment made at this day spa downtown, because Nanny gave me a gift certificate there on my birthday (yes, back in January, and yes, this is the first time I've used it. I know). I don't know what I'll do yet, and I had a nightmare last night about it. Heh. Spaz. I hope they do a good job; I've never been there before, but I have heard nice things about it. I still need to use my gift card to Meier and Franks too that Nanny gave me for freaking CHRISTMAS. Jeez. She's like never going to talk to me again, if I don't. Heh. Hopefully she'll be slightly appeased by me getting my hair done though.
Okay, I should go now. Hey, at least I finally updated more about the bambino. I have some pictures to put up too, of him, from my digital camera, but that'll have to wait.
auroura76. I want to fly to Wisconsin right now and start kicking asses. Just, go read this. My head actually popped off my body when I read that. With, like, steam. I want to hurt someone. What the HELL is wrong with this person, not to mention people who are like "hey, it's a valid point to bring up!" NO, no it's fucking not! What the fucking fuck! Oh my God. All right, deep breaths, Rachael. Right, so I'm a cat lover, so bear with me, but that is unbelievable. Seriously. Cats kill birds. That's what they do, asshole. Did you know that animals tend to kill other animals? Ever heard of that? It's kind of like called the FOOD CHAIN, you moron. Jesus H. Christ. I don't care if the birds are endangered. If they are, oh well, make a law about people having to own fewer cats or pay more for them, or at least keep their cats inside there, if it's that big a goddamned deal. And if you find their cat, then like fine the owner. Whatever. I don't know. But you don't kill the cat! God. People are the reason animals go endangered before their time, all right? And if an animal kills another animal, oh well. It's the way the world works. Especially wild animals, if the cat is a stray. People already get pressed to have their pets fixed, so it's not like there's really that many strays always, unless the cause is people abandoning their pets. And that's not the fault of the animal, it's the fault of the owner. And there's the freaking Animal Cops on Animal Planet who deal with that, so call them up, asshole. And stop trying to shoot cats, you freak. God, that pisses me off. Why are these birds so fucking precious to this weirdo, and cats are equated to mice? I'm not saying mice deserve to be hunted or something, but people who own mice don't generally let them out of the house. Cats are people's pets and property, and it's normal to let them go out. They don't always put collars on them. You don't have a right to go around killing people's pets, jerk-off. I don't care if you think it's legal, it's not morally right, so fuck the fuck off. Cats are members of people's families. God, what is wrong in this person's head?
I sincerely hope this isn't the mentality of others too. Or I will call open season on stupid heartless hunters with nothing better to do than kill people's pets and excuse it by saying "think of the BIRDS! Won't somebody think of the birds!" Then tell them they're small game because of their small hearts and brains. And then open up their stomachs like in the article and analyze what THEY eat, and start killing people for eating all the poor deer and shit. Tell them to stop roaming around outside, killing cows and then barbecuing them, because me and my pals like them lots. Idiots.
I hate people sometimes.
Okay, I feel marginally better after letting that out. Heh.
Oh! On a totally different random tip, I've been forgetting to ask something here for a while. I got this package in the mail a bit ago, and it didn't say who gave it to me. It was a mug, with the web address of sorryeverybody.com on it. Anyone here know what that's all about? Cuz like, if someone didn't actually send it to me, I have no idea how it got to me. I never gave my address or anything to the site, so I'm mystified.
As for how I'm doing otherwise, I'm feeling better than I was the other day. So thanks for the comments. Still stressed over the job sitch, but it's all right. I'm just trying to stay open-minded, and hope it all works out.
I had a nice day yesterday, at least. Long, but nice. Well, not at first, but hey. I woke up at like seven in the morning, and at first I was all psyched because it meant I was actually up early enough to take my antibiotics three times that day (Joe paid for me to see a doctor, and I got some meds for the sinus and ear issues, but you have to take them three times a day and eight hours apart, and it's just difficult, so I've been really bad about it. Which is frustrating. I always end up just doing it two times a day. Sigh). But then I totally had diarrheah cha-cha-cha cramping and such for like the next three odd hours. I mean, not on the toilet going that whole time, but still. Pain. And not fun. But oh well.
Jay was kind of a pill about changing his diaper all day, which usually he's pretty good about, but it wasn't a huge deal. I had to hold him down finally one time, while doing it, until he finally gave up. Heh. That's a blast, changing a poopy diaper with one hand, while the baby squirms around and screams in your face. Fun fun fun! Especially since I had a slight migraine coming on at the time. I had no choice though. Usually, I prefer him to come over and lie down on his own. Normally, it's not a problem. But each time we had to change it that day, he kept dancing around and making like a game out of it, not coming to me, and lying down across the room, and it was taking forever and got old. Like, he's had diaper rashes, and you're not supposed to leave wet diapers on too long, or poopy ones. Plus, if you leave a poop-tacular one on very long, well, if there's a lot of it? It'll get even messier in there, and get everywhere. So it just pays to get it over with. And like he's old enough to know what I'm saying, to know what's going on, and after I give him chances to come over on his own and he doesn't, I don't think it's cruel and unusual punishment to drag him over (not brutally or something!) and hold him down while I simply change it. Cuz it needs to be done. And I tell him that. Like, I don't like changing your diaper, kid. It's not fun for me. But I gotta do what I gotta do, and so do you. Luckily though, like I said, he gave up the fight after like two seconds and simply let me do it. It was funny though, when I told Corinne later, she was like "I tell him to come over NOW, and if he doesn't, he doesn't get a second chance." Heh. So I guess I shouldn't feel bad. I was pretty nice. And apparently he still gives Lance Hell for ever doing it, and it's often a battle between them. So the little stinker knows what he's doing. He's just usually so easy to do it with for me, so I was letting it slide a little, until it became apparent that he wasn't going to cut it out and I knew I had to end it for him.
He was being really funny even during that though, and despite my annoyance at it, I was also having a hard time not laughing. He kept doing this funny little quick stomp toward me, going "ah ah ah ah ah ah!" with each step, all hyper, and it was so weird and amusing. I don't know how to explain it, but Corinne said later he does it when really hyped and goofy. Heh. It's hard to be stern in the face of a silly twenty month old. And they're all smiling at you, and being cute, and it's like "no! Damn't, stop using your cuteness against me! Must. Resist. Baby. Powers!" Heh. Seriously though, if you laugh at their game, it's all over. They'll have no respect for what you're saying, and just up the ante. Like, "sweet, I got her now!"
He totally laughs at Corinne when she puts him in the "naughty corner." And yes, we watch Super Nanny. Hee hee. But yeah, he laughs at her sometimes when she tries to be stern with him, even more than anyone else. For some reason, he likes to mess with her and test her the most. I think because she gives the biggest reaction, but like she says, she can't help it. It's funny, her "calm" is my "really pissed off and trying to hide it." Heh. She goes from zero to sixty. And it's not like she yells (at least not now, after we kind of talked about it), but her voice level does go up, and it's obvious he gets to her. Like, that he can frazzle her. He laughed at me one time, when I put him in a corner, and yesterday obviously, but normally he actually does quiet down and listen to me. Again, I think it's because I stay calm but firm, and just consistent. But even I, every now and then, get a little frustrated. But I'm usually pretty good at staying patient. Heh, Corinne's like "you're WAY more patient than I ever am on my best day." Then again, he gets grumpier in the evenings for some reason (I think because there's so much more activity then, and it's harder for him to get people's attention and he gets pissed. Because when I'm alone with him in the evenings even, we're fine. But add a few more people, and tantrums start up), and they're the ones to deal primarily with that side of him. I have it a little easier sometimes. That's why I suggested to her though to simply take him into the other room when he's being that way, where it's quiet and the two of you, and deal with it. Then come back out. It's too hard to stop a fit like that, out in the loud kitchen or living room, where three people are still talking and the tv is on, and bla bla bla. Although it's still possible then, but you at least have to kneel down and talk directly to him, and slow everything down. Sometimes we simply let him run off though. Heh. Like, okay, go to your room, learn that we won't always chase you and respond to that kind of fit, and learn to calm down on your own. Usually he'll come back out after a minute to see what we're doing, and maybe then we'll say something, unless he's still being a butt.
Anyway, I could go on, but I'm sure no one here cares to hear the details of how we manage toddler tantrums. Unless of course someone does, and then by all means say. Heh.
I don't think he's a very naughty kid though. Pretty average. It really depends too. He goes through phases where he's very, very good, and then occasionally he'll pick something to test me on. And then he gets better again about whatever it is. He has that issue with hitting (which he doesn't do very often now, but every once in a while it'll happen. But since we're consistent about it, I don't think it'll last), but that's really it, except that now he's starting to throw fits about not getting what he wants more. Not always, but sometimes. I mean, like one day he might really throw a shit-fit over being forced to come back inside with Corinne and I, but yesterday he was surprisingly good when I made him leave the playground with me, and then afterward come back up into the apartment. So it just depends. Some days he'll be an angel in the store with Corinne, and then there's times like today when she told me he embarassed the hell out of her in Fred Meyers. So who knows. What can ya do, you know? Toddlers. They throw tantrums, it's what they do. But I still think, overall, he's pretty good. Certainly compared to what I see on some of those nanny shows. Heh. Plus, I also think Corinne and Lance, and then me when I watch him, we all handle it well, so like with the hitting, I don't think it'll be impossible to manage as he gets older. Then again, who knows. Can't always predict stuff like that. It just seems the out-of-control kids who are older have parents who haven't been handling it like ever, and we have. Like on those shows they're all just now learning stuff we already have established with him, and kind of seem common sense to us largely. (that doesn't mean I don't sympathize with the parents, but I'm just saying)
He was so flippin' cute outside yesterday though, speaking of. There were these two older girls there, and he was like completely entranced. Standing there, making noises at everything they did, and smiling and laughing, and following them around and trying to copy them. Hee hee. For instance, he's been afraid to crawl through the tube thing there always, regardless of us showing ourselves crawling through it to him, but oh when they did it? He wanted to get right up there too, and did it over and over. So funny. If they climbed up the side, he had to do it too. If they started walking up the stairs, he started doing it too. So cute! And everytime they started singing, he'd look over at me and smile. He's such a little warm-hearted kid.
Then after that, on our way home, we ran into another little girl, probably about two, whose mother was married to a guy who knew Lance as a kid. So we stopped and talked, and Jay interacted with the girl. And she had to stay where her Mom could see her (she was putting stuff in her car or something, nearby), so when Jay would start wandering off the other way, she'd pout, and then he'd turn back and point and be all "uuuugh!" like upset that she wasn't following. Heh. So I'd tell him she couldn't come too, and then he'd go back over to her. She was cute too. All showing me her pink sandals. Heh. And her baby doll that she was lugging around, which was also dressed in pink, but which she had named "Jeffery." Ha!
There was another little baby boy by the playground at one point too, who started crying when he couldn't come over longer, and Jay was very interested in that. Heh. He gets very concerned about other kids or babies crying. Everytime this commercial comes on, on tv, with the moniter on and the baby coughing and crying because of smoke, he immediately looks over and is all "uh uh!", and then points at himself. Heh. Which he did at the playground too, when I said "oh, look, another little boy!" Again, smart kid. If he sees a girl in a magazine too, he'll point, and I'll say "girl," and he'll point at me. Then he'll find a boy, wait for me to say boy, or if it's a baby wait for that, and point at himself. He does the same thing with pictures of himself. And when he sees pictures of us, he points at us. Or if it's of someone who doesn't live there, he points at the door. Hee. He's just as good too with understanding that other dogs are like Spunky and the same with cats, because if he sees another one, whether if it's on tv or in a book or whether it's a real one or cartoon, he'll point in a questioning way and wait for you to say what it is and then find Spunky or Midnight and point at them. Then again, he has a good memory and has long been good with communicating everything by pointing. I mean, he remembers everything he's like ever freaking seen it seems, down to this random time he saw a ladybug with Corinne inside the apartment so if you say "ladybug" he'll go over and point to the spot. Or if you say or sing something that is also on tv, he'll perk up and point at it. If you recite something from a book too, it's totally obvious he recognizes it, and sometimes automatically goes to his closet and tries to find it.
Jay kept walking up small hills (like in the grass) and then freaking hauling ass back down them, literally falling into my arms. And totally laughing about it. Little wild child, I tell you. And he has to go up to all the bushes and touch them, and smiles about it. Oh, to be a baby again. So easily entertained. He'll go up to the roses now too, and smell them with me, and then he blows on them. Haha. I don't know why. I mean, he knows to blow out candles, and they smell. Maybe that. Or to be fair, I'd just shown him to blow out a dandelion (I am thinking of the right weed, right? The white things you make wishes on and blow out?), so maybe he was trying to do that. Either way, it was funny. Oh, and P.S., when he sees pics of candles or birthday cakes? He blows at the picture. Heh.
He totally yells really loudly too whenever he sees the vacuum cleaner sitting out on the balcony across from his stairs as we're walking out. Him and vacuum cleaners, man. BFF. What's funny too is how I said the other day that he wasn't playing with his toy vacuum much lately, but then yesterday he did a lot.
In other news, yesterday he started saying "mom-mom-mom-mom" at this part of a book he has where chicks hatch and yell "mommy." Heh. That's new. And started going "na na na" a lot. And it's not like he hasn't made that sound before, but usually he's either stubborn about saying it when I try to get him to, or he has a hard time with it. I'll go "na na na?" and he'll go "da" or something instead, in response. But yesterday he was right on it. And was making other new sounds too. And going "ta" when we tried to get him to. I swear, he even did it once to try to get my attention, and maybe it was a fluke, but if it wasn't then awesome. Because we try to get him to say "auntie" or "tia" (Aunt in Spanish, although with most Mexicans, it would sound more like "dia", but "tee-ah" is correct too and we'll take what we can get. Heh), and that was closer to that than his usual "dah" for everything. And it really is his all-purpose sound. He'll make this thoughtful face if you say no to something for whatever reason, and then go "dah!" like it's going to get him his way. Hee. Because when he whines for us, like "uuuuuugh!" trying to get something, we'll be all "that's not a nice way to ask" or "how about please?" and he'll go "dah," and we'll be like "all right, well, that's better anyway." Like, at least he's trying then. But now he thinks it'll work for everything. Hee. Oh well. Anyway, he was doing a good job imitating me saying "a-choo" and "choo choo" or "toot-toot" yesterday too. Exciting stuff. Well, it is when your days are spent with a baby anyway. Heh.
Ooh, another new thing with him is that when you hum a song, he tries to like go "uh! uh!" in time at appropriate spots. Heh. I mean, that's not a totally new thing, since he would chime in with the "I love my Dada!" (or Mama, conversely) songs they made up, for a long time. But now when I sing this song from a Sesame Street thing he has, that has the Mexican Hat Dance melody, he'll do that. It's all "da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da" and then you're supposed to go "clap, clap!" or "stomp, stomp!" but he'll go "uh, uh!" Hee. It's cute!
Okay, now I'm just rambling, but oh well. He's just so damned cute. You know what else? Now if someone is paying attention to someone or something else, and he wants your attention? He'll get right up in your face, make eye contact, and then be all "let's go, come on." Ha. That doesn't really do it justice though. It's really funny when it happens, cuz he like gets RIGHT in your face, searching your eyes with his. You'll be all in the middle of a conversation with someone, and then bam, baby in your face.
Oh, and another thing. The other day, when I had a spider-man bandaid on (blame Kevin), he waved at it ALL DAY. Hee. I remember he waved at his Spiderman wrapping paper on Christmas too. He cracks me up.
Before his naps too, he totally waves bye-bye at everything he passes on his way to his crib. Bye-bye to the floor, to the pictures, to the computer (mainly because of Skateboard Man on it, of course, as that's what every skateboarder on the game is called between us), Spunky, Midnight, electrical outlets, and on and on. Heh. I don't have the heart to tell him he doesn't have to actually wave, because it's too cute. Same with when he offers toys or food to things and gets frustrated at their lack of response. Haha. Like he'll bring his truck right up against the tv screen for Mr. Rogers. He brought it to the cat yesterday too, and tried to put it actually on the poor thing. Hee. I was like "I'm sure the cat appreciates that, Jay, but it's a little big for him."
Did you guys know, too, that there's like absolutely nothing cuter in the entire world than a baby giggling? Because there isn't, I'm sorry. Like, that out-of-breath, straight-up giggle. Nothing cuter.
He's such a character, too, and it's like hard to explain it to people. He'll take his baths, and then always without fail run out to me in the living room with the silliest expression on his face, and then either smoosh his head into me after a running tackle, or climb up on the couch and snuggle up against me, and then simply get back up and go away again. Heh. I don't know, but everytime, he does it. Maybe because he knows when he comes out, I'll always coo or whatever, because I think he's extra cute when he comes out after a bath. Heh. Well, he is! All wrapped in a towel or just in a didey, all with wet hair and smelling good and stuff. Like, he seems like such a big boy now, but when he's like that, he seems like a baby again. So he probably knows he'll get a response from me, and anticipates it. Plus he's always super-hyper after it anyway.
Anyhoo! Way to ramble, Rachael. I'm supposed to be going over to my sister's tonight. Not to watch the little dude, but to help Lance with math homework. They still haven't called to say when though, and I'm getting a little impatient. But oh well. Tomorrow I finally have a hair appointment made at this day spa downtown, because Nanny gave me a gift certificate there on my birthday (yes, back in January, and yes, this is the first time I've used it. I know). I don't know what I'll do yet, and I had a nightmare last night about it. Heh. Spaz. I hope they do a good job; I've never been there before, but I have heard nice things about it. I still need to use my gift card to Meier and Franks too that Nanny gave me for freaking CHRISTMAS. Jeez. She's like never going to talk to me again, if I don't. Heh. Hopefully she'll be slightly appeased by me getting my hair done though.
Okay, I should go now. Hey, at least I finally updated more about the bambino. I have some pictures to put up too, of him, from my digital camera, but that'll have to wait.
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Date: 2005-03-09 01:08 am (UTC)Not to kill the fucking cats. Not on.
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Date: 2005-03-09 01:45 am (UTC)You think it's bad not using a gift certificate you got in January til now? I got a voucher for a day spa for my birthday, last October, and finally got to use it two weeks ago.
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Date: 2005-03-09 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-09 06:55 am (UTC)I would NEVER go this far. My ranting is mostly in jest anyway. What the hell kind of nonsense is this? HUNTING them? WTF. W.T.FUCK. This is just so wrong. If an avowed animal hater like me is willing to join you to trek to Wisconsin, you know something is deeply wrong.
Just, the fuck? And you know, I've even seen my neighbor's cat kill a bird in front of me when I was 7. That was scarring. But hi, I'm not going to kill the animal myself. What does that do? As you said, food chain much?
So stupid.
I had nothing to do with it, but sorryeverybody.com is this awesome site I linked in the wake of the election. It was basically a site of Americans putting up their pictures, apologizing to the world community on behalf of the belligerent asswipe 51% of this country that voted Bush back in. It's hilarious and sad and heartwarming, because a lot of those damn furriners would put pictures back, saying things like, "We forgive you! The 49% of you are welcome to visit us anytime!" or "Don't worry dudes, [insert Bush ass-kissing natoinal leader] sucks too." So great. There's a companion site, like, apologiesaccepted.com, for the furriners posting THEIR pics forgiving us, as well as a site for the belligerent 51%, that's like werenotsorry.com. That one is filled with angry redneck white men pointing their rifles at the camera, saying things like, "Fuck Jesus and his message of peace! America rulez! Fuck yeah!" Pricks.
(I just typed all that up, but I re-read what you wrote and now I'm thinking you knew all this, and were just asking who/why sent you the mug. So sorry for the seemingly condescending site explanation if you didn't need it, but I spent all that time writing it, so I'm not about to go delete it. As a fellow rambler, I'm sure you understand. :))
Jayden is adorable. That's all I can say.
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Date: 2005-03-09 06:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-09 08:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-11 04:01 am (UTC)Sadly, I thought you were joking about the gun thing, but you weren't. They even strapped ammo to their pets. "Bush pwned kerry!!!!!!" I think people who write "pwned", and are being serious about it, should just not be allowed to vote.
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Date: 2005-03-11 04:16 am (UTC)I'm a firm believer in administering an IQ and current events to let people to vote, but then, I'm a bi-coastal latte-sipping once-Subaru-driving vegetarian elitist.
Fuck yeah!
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Date: 2005-03-13 08:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-09 07:31 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-03-09 08:13 am (UTC)(heh, all right, so I still feel bad for the birds, but yeah)
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Date: 2005-03-09 08:33 am (UTC)I tend to get really steamed up if I hear about cruelty to cats. I can't remain calm, it makes me shoot fire. *Fumes* I hate assholes like that.
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Date: 2005-03-10 09:18 am (UTC)I love your stories about Jayden too. They always remind me of babysitting my nephews when they were that age. Actually, Luke still is about that age, but I don't get to see him as often. They really are too damn cute at that age too. And you're right, it's hard to discipline them when they use the "power of cute" against you.
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Date: 2005-03-11 03:36 am (UTC)Before his naps too, he totally waves bye-bye at everything he passes on his way to his crib.
Hee! That's so cute. By any chance do you read "Goodnight Moon" to him? Maybe that's where he's getting it from.
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Date: 2005-03-13 08:45 am (UTC)Anyway though! Heh, ramble ramble. I guess I could've just said "no." But this is me, here. Anyway, I think it started since like if I was there when Corinne would put him down for nap (as in, just visiting), she would tell him to say bye-bye and "I'll see you when I wake up" and slowly that type of thing extended to the dog and cat, and who knows. I can't really remember, like we might've extended it to toys or something if he was having a hard time letting go of a toy on the way to his crib, but I don't think so. Maybe Corinne did though. Or maybe he just did it on his own since he has long waved at all sorts of things anyway, and we probably just went with it. Whatever started it, like I said, it's too cute (not to mention helpful, since it gets him to come along and leave toys and stuff behind) to tell him he doesn't need to do it.
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Date: 2005-03-13 04:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-04-02 02:06 pm (UTC)It's been far too long :(