A few days later, Rhianwen again pulled a surprise for us. I was standing at the kitchen sink looking out at the backyard while preparing something. And I heard this big frustrated scream! It went something like, "YaAAAHHHaaaah!" I turned around to see a very red faced Rhianwen holding a full gallon of baby water with one arm! It was off the floor and everything! I am shocked that she could do that! It must have been very frustrating for her to not be able to just walk off with it!
As I've said, I've been painting...a lot. I paint the higher things while Rhianwen is up by using a ladder and placing the paint on top of it. She's been climbing over the back of the ladder a lot! She's very determined at this stage. She also has learned that she can dribble the beachball and has done this all over the house with much enjoyment. Surprisingly, she even did something we did not know was possible. She can "play" the case to a thermometer. Yes, she has learned how to blow (something I have been getting her to do in preparation for a fast approaching birthday), and she somehow got ahold of the thermometer case and blew into it. It makes a wonderful whistling noise when you softly blow into it. Who knew?!
Rhianwen had much much fun with Daddy in the back yard this week. Somehow between working, renovating, going to orientation, and attending his FIRST class at NC State, Daddy managed to have time to play with her! He pulled out the sleds from Pittsburgh, turned on the sprinkler, and motered her around very quickly through the water! I wish we had a video, but alas, the battery was dead. And we thought we'd never use those sleds again now that we're down South! It poured rain today, the first good rain in a very looong time. Rhianwen didn't even know what it was. That's how long it's been. She was fascinated. After the rain, Daddy took her down to the creek to sit and reflect.
poooopy=---the only time that happened to me was a time I watched bradley martin!! But it is very unsettling.;-(
ReplyDeleteIt happened to me last week when I walked in on Martin covered in his own feces...
ReplyDeleteGreat poop story! I got Andrew up one morning (during the winter) and discovered that he had somehow kicked his poopy diaper off. He was wearing one of those zip-up blanket, so he just mushed around in it with his feet. Dried poop all down his legs in in between his toes. At least none around the mouth. :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd I wanted to see your renovation blog, but I can't remember where you posted the address ...
Ok, I just noticed all the poop comments about my brother. Had no idea, but am enjoying the comments tremendously!
ReplyDeleteOK, EOWYN--PLEASE!!! UPDATE THIS BLOG!!!!!!I MEAN, YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO DO--YOUR HOUSE IS ONLY A RUIN COMPARABLE TO A TORNADO HIT....YOUR CHILD IS ONLY THE MOST ALERT CHILD I HAVE EVER KNOWN!!! SO COME ON NOW!!!! WRITE SOMETHING!! I AM AFRAID OF SOME KIND OF POISONING AT YOUR HOUSE DO TO PAINT EXPOSURE, OR WHATEVER!! I NEED TO KNOW YOU ARE ALIVE (DOES THE FACT YOUR COMPPUTER IS ON MEAN YOU ARE ALIVE, HMMMM, NO IT DOESN'T.
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