I haven't been doing much I would consider blog-worthy. Now that it is warm out (by the way- yay for that) Violet wants to go outside as soon as she wakes up. I try to avoid the enormous bumblebees that are already trying to nest in my hair (and I don't even sport a beehive), simultaneously attempting to keep Violet away from the road which she thinks looks like a fun place to play. Egad man, fax me a Xanax somebody. Anybody?
At least I have been getting some reading done during the Dark-Night-No-Sleeping Times. I just realized that the last two books I read are Piece of Cake by Cupcake Brown, and Candy by Mian Mian. Damn, even the books I read are fattening and bad for you. Hmm.
Here's a conversation Violet and I had the other day you might enjoy. You know, a last attempt to make it worth clicking over here so you don't get mad at me. (Can you believe I'd stoop so low as to use Violet's cute shenanigans to offset my utterly boring post? Well, believe it!)
Violet: I want icicle. [This is what she calls popsicles.]
Me: Sorry, we don't have any more. You ate them all, remember?
Violet, 2 seconds later: I want icicle. Now.
Me: We still don't have any. Sorry.
Violet: Want icicle, PLEASE? [She said that last word with so much hope, as though she'd solved the riddle that would get her a tasty icicle. It was sad.]
Violet, after considering for a moment: Go to Wal-Mart. Icicles.
I have to admire her perseverance, although I am kind of freaked out that my child knows the word "Wal-Mart." Even when we go there we just say "the store."
Sssshhhhh. She hears EVERYTHING.