We are, with the exception of some sodas for the holiday party and a few other food items. But as of yesterday our gift shopping is complete, I had two things left to pick up and I was able to get those, one of which at a huge discount I was not expecting. Yay!

The Kiddo is off from daycare this week to spend it at home with me, and I dragged her out and about with me yesterday. She did pretty well considering she didn’t get a nap until we got in the car to head home at about 4pm.  And then it was only 15 minutes and after we got home… BOOOY was she cranky!  Poor kid.  Nevertheless she still did not want to go back down to sleep, but the rest of the night she did alright.

Even another trip out to the grocery store was fairly uneventful, although I did spend a bunch of time playing the “I’m going to count to five and if you don’t (insert command)” game with her.  But she didn’t have any meltdowns, so that is cool.  Plus she saw one of her little friends from preschool while we were there, too.  It was quite cute, we crossed paths several times during shopping, and we even ended up checking out at the same time, they two lanes down from us, and while we were both standing in line, her friend would shout out “Kiddo, where are you!!?”, to which my daughter would respond, “I HE-RE!!”, and would even try leaving the lane to go look for him.  There was no one behind us, but I ended up wrangling her into the cart so she’d stay put while I paid.

Today it’s baking day.  I picked out five cookie recipes to bake, and I’m about to print them out so I can get started with the two that will need to chill for a couple of hours.  Those are also the ones that will be those that I’ll have the Kiddo help me cut out before baking, and then either later today, or tomorrow before the party, we’ll decorate together.  I just hope a fondant rolling pin will work ok because I couldn’t find anything else other than that at the walfart, and I had completely forgotten to pick up one at Bed Bath & Beyond while I was there.

Sure, I remembered to buy new mixing bowls, but not a rolling pin.  Way to go!

Off to begin baking about a billion cookies.

I told her at about one pm that if she did not go to sleep, I would take away the computer.  I ended up  having to do that at about 2pm.  She cried and cried for about 15 minutes, screaming for the computer.  NOPE. Not gonna happen.  I went in and told her if she didn’t take a nap, the computer would not be going back in her room later, either.  And it didn’t, because she never napped.  My husband got home at about 5:15 and she still hadn’t slept, so I gave up.

I suppose she is getting close to the age where kids start giving up naps altogether, but I am certainly not ready for that to happen yet.  Since her arm still hurts pretty badly today it looks like we’ll be home again tomorrow… I just hope she at least takes a nap and that today was an anomaly.  Maybe if I decide to let her use the iMac again for movies that I’ll make sure to put Tinkerbell in at naptime since she seems to sleep ok to that one.

If I’m short on time, that is, if she’s going to bed later than planned, I’ll try to keep it limited to just one or two rounds.  But on nights when there is no hurry, we’ll sing as many versions as she can think up people’s names, and sometimes even starting over if she doesn’t grow bored with it.

I consider myself lucky she even wants to sit in my lap before bed anymore.  For the longest time, she’d want to sit with me until she got drowsy.  Then she went through a period where she wanted nothing to do with sitting with me, she’d just climb in bed, get her good-night kisses and tucked in, and go to sleep – much to my chagrine.  But now she’s into this rock a-bye baby thing, and frankly I am quite completely fine with that.  Before long she won’t want to do any of it anymore, so I will let her do this as long as she pleases., because I know it will tear me up when she doesn’t want it anymore.

I’m glad she’s feeling better, but we’re still going to stay home from her uncle’s barbeque, and swimming.  She doesn’t even know there were plans to do that since we were only invited yesterday and we haven’t spoken openly about it around her, which is for the best, since she loves swimming and loves going to her cousins’ house.  Oh well, she won’t even know what she is missing.

Dang I’m tired though. We stayed up watching “The Invasion” and just as we went to bed, she started stirring in her sleep, coughing and crying, so I had to stay up a little longer to make sure she wasn’t going to be sick or something.  She was just restless.  But then I had trouble falling asleep after that, every little cough that came from her room, made my eyes shoot open with the thoughts of, “please don’t start puking kid!” dashing through my mind.  And because my mind was on high alert, any cough from my husband did the same thing, even though he isn’t sick. Then I had some really weird dreams, too.

And we’re out of soda. Guess I’ll go make some flavored water for now.

As I’m putting some milk into a sippy for her, she opens her door and peeks out over the gate. I tell her I’ll be right there, and zap the milk for 30 seconds in the microwave. Put a little spoonful of Ovaltine in it (she LOVES chocolate milk, and Ovaltine is at least somewhat “good for you”), shake it and walk back to her room. I hand her the sippy and remove the gate…

And she immediately walks out and heads for my home office, saying, “Maniacs?” That is her saying, she wants to watch Animaniacs. I tell her no, it’s time to get ready for school. “No school!!” she says, starts to get whiny, and stomps back into her room, telling me to go away.

OMG – she’s only 2.5 years old – drama queen much?? LOL

So, I say, “fine, I’ll go away”, and turn heel and start to walk away. She starts to melt down because I was doing what she told me to. Heh. So I go pick her up and walk back into my bedroom with her, which is where I get her dressed for school. Usually.

She didn’t want to get dressed, she didn’t want her milk. She didn’t even want me to take her PJ bottoms off to change her out of her wet diaper! Oye!

By now my husband was getting dressed, and, observing her utter unwillingness to even allow me to change her diaper – and how I had to fight her to take her PJ bottoms off – said that he was willing to call out of work and we could all stay home. Seemed fine by me, my throat still hurts, and it would probably be WWIII just trying to get her ready for school.

So we both called out of work, and I called daycare to let them know she’d be out today.

She’s currently watching Animaniacs (like she wanted), and eating generic cocoa puffs. In about 20-30 minutes, my husband is going to go get Chik-fil-A for breakfast… Yummy!

So, a day off, courtesy of a super cranky little girl. Quite fine by us! LOL