Why can't Wal-Mart have car carts? All Claire cares about at the grocery store are the freaking car carts and, of course, only the expensive grocery stores have them. The best ones are at Albertsons, but I hate shopping there because it's kind of yucky. The second-best ones are at Tom Thumb, but I hate those carts because Claire can just walk right out of them and really, what use is THAT as a child containment device?
They're filthy and drive like a school bus but she loves it and if we don't get one, well, that's not a scene I'd like to re-live in print. So, we get a car cart.
It's usually all just a big scam anyway because I might get my 15 minutes in the store but the moment I ask her to exit the car cart and (horror of horrors) leave it at the store all out panicky tantrums and flippy-outty-ness ensues.
"Myyyyy carcart! CARCARRRRRT. MY CARCART!"
It's exactly how you would behave if I asked you, in a very reasonable voice, to leave your left arm at the grocery store and then I abruptly chopped it off and carted you off to the vehicle, bleeding and screaming for mercy while we left your arm in the floral department.
I have come to love and hate the car cart.
At some point, Claire stopped eating meals. Oh sure, she'll sit down and pretend like she wants to eat a meal but mostly she just wants to make demands and see if you fulfill them. Applesauce, cereal bar, yogurt, chips, apples, peaches, banana and water. With ice. In "my Emory cup." (A cup her friend Emory has a duplicate of.) Once you've assembled a buffet in front of her she takes a few bites and then declares that she is going to go ride her bicycle (tricycle).
I usually just leave it all at the table and eventually she goes back to it, taking bites here and there but honestly I can't remember the last time she sat down and stuffed her face to the point that we thought she was going to explode.
It sounds more annoying that it actually is.
Do any of you have a jumper? I have heard of climbers before, but we have a jumper. She likes to get up on the sofa, ottoman, stairs, chairs, bicycle (tricycle), hammock, carseat or anything else at least 4 inches off the ground and jump. Sometimes it is more of a leap forward, but usually it's a straight up-and-down jump.
She is remarkably good at sticking the landing.
The days of "look at me!" have started. I have been asked to "look at me!" for such feats of wonder today as...her foot is touching my foot! How marvelous and unique!
For the past few weeks Claire has been telling us when she would like to go to bed. She will gather up her monkey and cup and walk to her bedroom, stand in front of the crib and say "seep." I'll put her in her crib, she'll snuggle up on the pillow and blankets and that's the end of it. Sometimes, she asks to read a particular book.
Other times she will come to use and say things like, "Night-night Daddy. I go seep now."
I am taking bets on how much longer this party trick will last.
If Claire is going somewhere or moving things around and you're in her way, she will tell you one of two things:
"scue me, Mommy"
While beep-beep is definitely less polite, it's way, way cuter.
She enjoys sweeping ("I seep!"), putting wet clothes in the dryer, unloading the dishwasher, throwing things away ("I put it in the trash!"), holding the cord while I vacuum, scrubbing things with paper towels and just tonight she ASKED ME to clip her fingernails and then sat there patiently while I gave her a toddler manicure.
What? Really? WHO IS THIS CHILD? What has become of my bald baby?