Ahhh, the wonderful world of the two-year mind.
What do you want for breakfast? Pretzels
Dinner last night? Black olives, mustard, and peas
What do you want to watch? Jakers! The Adventures of Pigglywinks (aka Piggywets)
Grace is hooked on Jakers! a PBS program (of course) starring a bunch of digitally animated, Irish farm animals. It’s actually a pretty good show, don’t get me wrong — it’s not Curious George — but it’ll do for a pig. I didn’t realize the Irish were that into pigs, but at least the pig’s Irish accents are better than Tom Cruise’s. I think the show would be a bit more authentic, and more entertaining frankly, if they added a talking potato and pint of Guinness but they don’t consult me.
Today we went to get a haircut, Grace — not me. I decided she should have a new and sassy style for her first day of preschool next week so I took her to Cool Cuts for Kids. The first thing you do when you get there is have the kids pick a movie because every cutting station has a TV/DVD player. Thank GOD for Elmo! We picked Elmo in Grouchland, one of her favorites. Then she got to sit in a taxicab, complete with steering wheel while she got her haircut. She did a really good job, the stylist only lost three fingers. When she gets older she’ll be able to play Nintendo games while she gets her haircut. I may have to switch stylists.
I had the weirdest dream last night, I’m not sure if it’s due to the fact that I live at least part-time in the alternate reality that is Grace-land or if it was the sushi (by the way, I ate all by myself like a big sushi-loser — ha-ha). So I’m at Coney Island, which in and of itself is not unusual for one of my dreams, but it’s full of trannies. Not normal, everyday transexuals — but parade-ready, Party Monster-trannies who kept stealing my fries. They were very friendly and helpful though when I went to the shoe department — yes, a shoe department in Coney Island (and what hot-dog restaurant wouldn’t be improved by the addition of a shoe department?) Of course, the shoes I selected were sensible and comfortable, even in my dreams I’m not that creative.
In other news, I gave my first HGH shot last night. It is impossible to believe that we’ll being doing this everyday for the rest of our lives, but it wasn’t that complicated. Putting the pen together once a month is a bit more involved and Tammy was pretty overwhelmed and emotional when she came home from her “inservice” on it Tuesday afternoon. Hope woke up but didn’t cry, it bled a little–I don’t think I got the right angle…practice makes perfect, I guess.
Hope has been crying a bit more, maybe once a day. It’s a weak, fairly quiet cry. She kind of sounds like an approaching fire engine. It still freaks Grace out, which is pretty funny.
I mentioned school for Grace, yep, she’s starting pre-pre-school next week (hopefully). I’m pretty happy about it, not because she’s driving me crazy, but because she is really ready for it — at least a couple of days a week. She has done so well at her toddler group at EPU this summer that Tammy and I really felt that she needed to get a little more structured time with her peers so we found a place within walking distance that she can go twice a week to start. They’ll also work on potty training which will be very nice for all of us. She’s going to have to get on an earlier bedtime routine, but that’s perfectly fine with me. We’ll let her watch a bit of the Olympics, but then she’s off to bed by 8:30 at the latest. She’s loving the Olympics, they are apparently the funniest show she’s ever seen. The gymnasts are particularly hilarious, and it’s good for her to watch shows that show other children…even if they are Chinese gold-medalists.