Jackie trip

Jackie leaves today for a trip she is taking through work (she won it! You go Sweetie!) and of course we have to have our traditional morning of departure spat (could be about anything; we always find something!)

Wait, you mean EVERYBODY else doesn't do this? Well, we make up for all of you. Today it was about laundry detergent. Of all things.

QOTD's (with extra flair)

Interrupting my normal routine to recount about 3 of the more famous recent quotes, I begin with the story that (trend alert!) makes me sound like a bad dad.

Payton came down stairs, and not only managed to turn on the TV and Cable box, but navigate to her favorite channel without any assistance. I asked her how she did it, and she sighed heavily, and the said, "One.....four......nine Daddy. That is Boomerang. Duh!"

Moving on to the state of the weather, she informed me that "Once all the snow melts, it will be summer, and I can wear dresses every day!". I wish it was that easy.

Finally, yesterday she noticed that my tastes in food are a little different from her and her mother's. She told Jackie, "Daddy likes his food hot, like hot lava!" She was QUITE proud of herself for that analogy, and the fact that she used an analogy means that my DNA is in there.

We found a hill to sled on!

Well, after 2 days of snow, sleet and more snow P and I ventured out to see if we could find a sledding hill in flat old Hilliard. And we did! She had an absolute blast. She spent close to 2 hours sledding before I could tear her away from it. She didn't want to go (of course!) but I was frozen and it was getting late. She realized she was starving when we got to the car and whined about how hungry she was. It was about a 5 minute ride home. She fell asleep and I can't wake her up! Ah well, I'm off to strip off her outerwear and see if that gets her up.

Lovely Table

I was trying to find a place to put my radio in the office. I covered an old sewing table with a table cloth and was distracted away from the project for a bit (suprise, suprise, eh?) P was home with me and was busily playing behind me. When I turned around I found that she'd moved the wine/candle thing from my dining room table onto the covered table and moved not only a chair but her booster as well. She then proceeded to bring her soup in from the dining room and have a little lunch with me while I worked.

Here's the setup minus the dirty dishes:

Sunday Nap

Strep

P started the week with a bit of a sore throat. I was actually concerned on Monday because she really wasn't her bouncy drive me nuts self. And her teacher said she actually took a nap at naptime so something was definately up. The problem with this kid and being sick is she absolutely refuses to take medicine. I wish they made "gummy" medicine like they do vitamins, we'd never have a problem! Anywhoo, Payton woke up sobbing at 3:30 in the morning screaming about her throat. Would she entertain tylenol? Why no, no thankyou. I flipped on the tv and tuned in Boomerang Network (good, good mommy!). I went back to sleep while P sipped on a tylenol spiked grape juice.

Days like this really make me love my job! Jim and I split up. He took P to the doctor while I went in for my moringing meeting. I picked a very tired, in pain, simpering child up from Jim. He headed for the office and I headed for home actually looking forward to a day on the couch with a sick kid and bunches of videos to zone out on. Payton continued on her refusal to take any sort of medicine and all of my fantacies of a lovely snuggly day home went out the window. We hit a classic standoff. I wouldn't let her do anything (no tv, computer, music, coloring, books read by me) unless she took her medicine. No amount of doctoring it in juice, milk or between bites of soft cookies would entice her to take it. I finally called the doctor to request a new antibiotic. Knowing that any change would get her to take it. Luckily my hunch was right and it worked!

So we spent yesterday home as well. Of course now she was full of vim and vigor and wouldn't let up for 2 seconds.

JUMP!

While surfing the net the other day I came upon a video (you know, music video, all the rage when I was in High School, not so much now) of Van Halen's "Jump!" P was smitten. We set her up on Jim's computer so she could listen at will. Which she did for at least a half an hour. Ah, daddy's little girl!