Yesterday, they aired an episode of Peppa Pig where pregnant Mommy Rabbit talks about having a baby in her tummy.
Maisie was very into the episode.
Me: “Maisie, do you have a baby in YOUR tummy?”
Maisie laughed and laughed when I suggested it-
Daddy: “Maisie, does MOMMY have a baby in HER tummy?”
Maisie laughed again and shook her head ‘no’.
Daddy: “Maisie, where is Mommy’s baby?”
Maisie laughed again and grabbed my boobs.
FOR THE RECORD- I am NOT PREGNANT.
We bought her the book “Good Night Moon” today. When R read it the first time to her, he discovered that she started bawling during the “good night” parts.
She absolutely fell to pieces! She had him read it to her a few more times and always started crying and getting sad at the same parts!
This was her first time (well, she made him read it 4 or 5x in a row) reading it…
After this vid was made, she ‘read’ it TO us (by turning the pages and saying “good night” to each page)- by the end of the book again she was pouting/sobbing and wiping tears.
This is very unusual. This child LOVES books, but they’ve never made her so emotional.
freshly gathered chestnuts!
I haven’t been posting much lately because Maisie’s going through major teething PLUS my iPhone app for WordPress had been on the fritz. I couldn’t post photos without having it crash- but I deleted the app and re-downloaded it and now I’m back in business!
my ‘chestnut can’, which is basically a tin can attached to a long stick, so that you don’t have to bend to pick them up. Next to it is the hedgehog porcupine chestnut burr filled with chestnuts
baskets filled with chestnuts
My dad has a farm about 14 miles away from our house. Every fall, the chestnut trees drop their prickly balls filled with nuts. Picking them from the ground has to happen DAILY for about 2 weeks, or the deer/dogs/other critters will eat them all up. It’s hell on the back, so we use these cans attached to long sticks to retrieve them.
My father is selling them this year for $4.00/lb. If anyone wants any, let me know. I can send them via USPS flat rate priority boxes.
Maisie exploring at my dad’s farm
Maisie had a fantastic time running after my dad’s Aussie, Trooper, and playing in the grass. I worried about her pricking her hands on the sharp chestnut burrs. By the end of the day, we were ALL exhausted from picking and chasing after this child.
my father’s dog, Trooper, running to greet Maisie.
Maisie following Trooper out to where the men are gathering chestnuts
she spots them and starts running toward the trees
vintage baby dress and toy giraffe
Ever since R bought that 2.5 ft toy giraffe for her birthday, she’s been OBSESSED with it.
Today it hit it’s pinnacle: she refused to eat or go anywhere without it. She cried every time you took it away, even for a minute.
We haven’t named it yet, but she calls it “G’affe”.
Today’s outfit is a late 1940s-early 1950s vintage baby dress I found on eBay. It is made of cotton and dotted swiss. I adore retro baby dresses- the quality and construction (and price) can’t be beat! I should have ironed it, but I have no time for that.
I really wonder how my grandmother dealt with 4 daughters and all those dresses to iron! I know people say that they ‘sprinkled the dresses with water’, but the details are sketchy. One of my friends showed me how to iron puffed baby sleeves and it is kind of like those Imelda Marcos butterfly sleeved Filipino dresses.
it’s poor neck gets a lot of twisting
the giraffe gets more kisses than we do!
more G’affe kisses