i recently discovered mimi's best tickle spot is her neck. i merely need to touch it lightly with a finger and she falls down into a fit of giggles. it's the cutest thing to hear that uncontrollable laughter. i spent most of this evening tickling her. i could watch her laugh all night!
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mimi regards the grocery store as a Serve Yourself Restaurant. every time we go there, mimi demands, 'mama, get me something to eat! i'm so HUNGRY!' we never make it to the checkout counter without having opened a couple of food items for her to munch on while in the shopping cart.
today was no exception: no sooner did we enter before that plaintive cry of hunger was emitted. so i say, what shall we buy today? mimi yells out various things: we need bananas! i can pick the bananas. i park the shopping cart by the bananas and instruct her to find ones that are slightly green and she carefully selects a decent bunch to add to the cart. well, not so much "add", but more like a cavalier fling into the cart. as i'm admonishing her to place groceries in gently, i push her towards the potatoes and ask if she'd like a sweet potato tomorrow for lunch. she says, mama, can i put the potato on the scale PLEEEEEASE! not sure where she learned that pleading PLEASE from, but she'll use it quite readily when she really wants something.
so i get her down from the cart (not an easy thing to do with the protruding belly...i feel something strain every time i lift or hold her, ugh! probably should stop doing this now that i'm about to enter the third trimester). (oh kaya! as i type this, she has come over with a toy that mimi left on the floor. she is now jabbing me in the arm with it to get my attention. this is her way of 'working' for a treat. 'see mom? i picked up random things off the ground and brought it to you! reward me!" i'm trying to ignore her and she's is giving me the stare down. okay, she just walked away...oh no, she's back with a dog toy now...trying to entice me to play with her. she just put the toy in my lap and since i'm ignoring her she is now resorting to tapping my knee with her paw. she'll probably bring me one more thing before giving up and going to lay down.)
anyway, i digress, mimi picks out a potato, puts in the scale and says 'it weighs 20!" (it weighs 12 oz. not sure where she figures 20). then she gets a plastic baggie, put the lone potato into it and careful wraps a twist tie around the top (rather loosely). and then puts it gently in the cart.
at this point she is DONE with shopping and it's back to the I'm-HUNGRY business and we're just 5 minutes into grocery shopping. i pick her back up to get in the cart (more twanging in the belly from the exertion...really have to cut that out!) and then start shopping in earnest, at the same time on the look out for snacks that she will be into long enough for me to finishing shopping. she is agreeable to eating some Pirate Booty, so she is chowing down on the bag and i say, "you better slow down! if you eat too much of that you'll get fat!" and she says, "you're fat mama!" and i say indignantly, "no i'm not!" and mimi says, "yes, you are fat because you are a mama and mamas have to have fat bellies to hold their babies."
nearly two hours and $200 later, i have all the groceries i need. and as i head to towards the checkout, i pass the Starbucks in the grocery store and mimi sees it and says, 'mama, i'm thirsty. get me something to drink!" (we really need to work on having her ask for things politely! she talks like she's some pasha and i'm her servant). see what i mean? grocery stores are just opportunities to snack for mimi.
at the checkout, she's usually helpful, whether i want her to be or not, she insists on putting the groceries on the conveyor belt. i spend more time steadying her (she has to stand in the cart to reach the groceries and get them on the belt) and helping her pick up the groceries than getting any groceries up there myself! once the groceries are loaded i let her input our phone number on the touch pad to access our club card savings since she knows our home phone number and then i swipe my credit card. mimi says, "can i draw your name for you mama?" no, i tell her, i must be the one to sign for it. mimi says, "let me help you write "mama"' she says helpfully. no, mimi, mama is not my name, it's what you call me. "oh, you mean, your name is Sang?" she asks. yes, i tell her, i'm going to write my whole name down. "then is mama your nickname?" she asks me.
we get to the car and mimi likes to hop into the back back of the suv and help haul in the groceries. usually the bags are too heavy, but she makes a valiant effort. once we are home she helps me carry the lightest things up the stairs. she also is very helpful at putting groceries away. i put away all the frozen, refrigerated, and heavy stuff and mimi puts away all the dry goods into the pantry. she's really a good helper in that regard. although, sometimes she loses interest before her job is done and goes off and plays and leaves me in a lurch!
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mimi regards the grocery store as a Serve Yourself Restaurant. every time we go there, mimi demands, 'mama, get me something to eat! i'm so HUNGRY!' we never make it to the checkout counter without having opened a couple of food items for her to munch on while in the shopping cart.
today was no exception: no sooner did we enter before that plaintive cry of hunger was emitted. so i say, what shall we buy today? mimi yells out various things: we need bananas! i can pick the bananas. i park the shopping cart by the bananas and instruct her to find ones that are slightly green and she carefully selects a decent bunch to add to the cart. well, not so much "add", but more like a cavalier fling into the cart. as i'm admonishing her to place groceries in gently, i push her towards the potatoes and ask if she'd like a sweet potato tomorrow for lunch. she says, mama, can i put the potato on the scale PLEEEEEASE! not sure where she learned that pleading PLEASE from, but she'll use it quite readily when she really wants something.
so i get her down from the cart (not an easy thing to do with the protruding belly...i feel something strain every time i lift or hold her, ugh! probably should stop doing this now that i'm about to enter the third trimester). (oh kaya! as i type this, she has come over with a toy that mimi left on the floor. she is now jabbing me in the arm with it to get my attention. this is her way of 'working' for a treat. 'see mom? i picked up random things off the ground and brought it to you! reward me!" i'm trying to ignore her and she's is giving me the stare down. okay, she just walked away...oh no, she's back with a dog toy now...trying to entice me to play with her. she just put the toy in my lap and since i'm ignoring her she is now resorting to tapping my knee with her paw. she'll probably bring me one more thing before giving up and going to lay down.)
anyway, i digress, mimi picks out a potato, puts in the scale and says 'it weighs 20!" (it weighs 12 oz. not sure where she figures 20). then she gets a plastic baggie, put the lone potato into it and careful wraps a twist tie around the top (rather loosely). and then puts it gently in the cart.
at this point she is DONE with shopping and it's back to the I'm-HUNGRY business and we're just 5 minutes into grocery shopping. i pick her back up to get in the cart (more twanging in the belly from the exertion...really have to cut that out!) and then start shopping in earnest, at the same time on the look out for snacks that she will be into long enough for me to finishing shopping. she is agreeable to eating some Pirate Booty, so she is chowing down on the bag and i say, "you better slow down! if you eat too much of that you'll get fat!" and she says, "you're fat mama!" and i say indignantly, "no i'm not!" and mimi says, "yes, you are fat because you are a mama and mamas have to have fat bellies to hold their babies."
nearly two hours and $200 later, i have all the groceries i need. and as i head to towards the checkout, i pass the Starbucks in the grocery store and mimi sees it and says, 'mama, i'm thirsty. get me something to drink!" (we really need to work on having her ask for things politely! she talks like she's some pasha and i'm her servant). see what i mean? grocery stores are just opportunities to snack for mimi.
at the checkout, she's usually helpful, whether i want her to be or not, she insists on putting the groceries on the conveyor belt. i spend more time steadying her (she has to stand in the cart to reach the groceries and get them on the belt) and helping her pick up the groceries than getting any groceries up there myself! once the groceries are loaded i let her input our phone number on the touch pad to access our club card savings since she knows our home phone number and then i swipe my credit card. mimi says, "can i draw your name for you mama?" no, i tell her, i must be the one to sign for it. mimi says, "let me help you write "mama"' she says helpfully. no, mimi, mama is not my name, it's what you call me. "oh, you mean, your name is Sang?" she asks. yes, i tell her, i'm going to write my whole name down. "then is mama your nickname?" she asks me.
we get to the car and mimi likes to hop into the back back of the suv and help haul in the groceries. usually the bags are too heavy, but she makes a valiant effort. once we are home she helps me carry the lightest things up the stairs. she also is very helpful at putting groceries away. i put away all the frozen, refrigerated, and heavy stuff and mimi puts away all the dry goods into the pantry. she's really a good helper in that regard. although, sometimes she loses interest before her job is done and goes off and plays and leaves me in a lurch!
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