4
December
2006
Timi likes bathing, but only if I bathe with her. Therefore, I have to fill the tub with lukewarm water, get her in, get myself in, get 12 plastic cubes and a pee-capable swan in, let her dump the water from the bucket in which the cubes were in on my head, so that I can do the same to her and therefore be able to shampoo her li’l noggin properly, and then scream at the top of my lungs for Robi to get her out of the tub so that I can wash too.
She recently became interested in her body parts, which we name while I wash them. One day, she pointed to my boobs and asked what were they called. I told her those are my dodos (kiddie Hungarian term for the boobs). She pointed to herself, showed me where her dodos are and we continued the washing. I forgot all about it until Friday.
We went with Timi to Kaufland, a local supermarket. The Christmas decorations were everywhere and we were checking them out while Timi continued her love affair with the treadmill on display at one of the aisles. The kid goes on the machine and either runs or walks backwards on it until we beg her to let some other child play too.
So there I was, looking at some silver bears with flutes in their hands
when out of nowhere comes Timi, gropes my boobs vigorously and screams “DODO!!!” then runs back to the treadmill. People snickered around me, while I stood there confused trying to figure out what was that all about. The I remembered the bathtub teaching and started giggling myself.
I’ll have to show less cleavage when going to a public place from now on.
Posted: Timi
2
December
2006
Warning for childfrees - mommy posting ahead, gross kiddie poo stuff involved. Consider yourselves warned.
Timi’s a big girl by now. She considers the potty as passe’ as bright-pink leggings matched with an electric green jacket. Therefore, she usually goes to the toilet where her kiddie seat is and does her business there.
So it happened that a few days ago she forgot about herself while playing and when it was just a wee bit too late started screaming “Cacaaaaaa! Cacaaaaaaaaa!” while speeding to the bathroom. We lectured her a bit while she was sitting on the toilet, and she pouted then when that didn’t work, started weeping.
I went to get her some clean clothes and a wet napkin, then gave her the napkin to clean her thigh, which was a bit dirty after the events. She reached for her thigh with the napkin, then decided that she should wipe her nose. With the same napkin. We were fast enough to stop her right before the napkin touched the nose, but then suffered for a good quarter of an hour of hysterical giggle fits. Poor kid.
Posted: Timi
27
July
2006
*Oh, and not only there’s no baby, but Julia’s MIB had no chance to get to the hospital - the Forensic Comission is on vacation from this week until the end of August, so there weren’t any cases for examination. She came back today from camping in Sovata looking fresh and tanned and said she’s in no rush. I’ll keep you updated if there’ll be any news about them.
*Timi has a newfound love for seashells. Proof:
*Neil Gaiman has a blog. To say that I find it fascinating would be an understatement. The guy just kicked Stephen King’s ass from the pedestal in my brain reserved for The Most Interesting Writer. If you’ve read the Sandman series or American Gods, you know what I’m talking about.
Posted: Timi, hospital, stumbled upon
6
July
2006
Our C3 arrived to the dealer and we saw it yesterday, while we were making the papers for “actiunea rabla” (in an effort to make dissapear the many pre 1991 cars Romania has, big daddy Government is giving us 3 000 RON - about 800 euros -to take our old car for recycling and buy a new one. The sum being a lot more than our car is worth on the market, we’re game.). She’s just as red, cute and shiny as I thought, and I can’t wait to call her mine.
The other thing that happened yeasterday involves Timi. She asked for her potty when we got home from kindergarten and made a good load of shiny green pee. I phoned my fave nurse and asked her if Ibuprofen or propolis (the two things I remembered we gave her that day) could give green pee.
“No, not as far as I know. Say, did the white of her eye turn yellowish?”
“Nope, still normally white”
“Then I have no idea”
She phoned me five minutes later.
“Ada, didn’t you give her methylene blue drops as a throat dissinfectant?”
“Um, yes, now that you mention it .. two or three drops”
“There you have it - in small quantities it turns pee green. If you would have given her more it would have made it blue”
Lovely idea for a practical joke on St.Patrick’s day, eh?
Posted: Timi, chestii
