The last few weeks, after I put Diana to bed, Matt and I have turned the television to mute and turned up the sound on the monitor downstairs. Sad? Pathetic? Yes. Highly entertaining? Yes.
Our daughter is hilarious! She sits up in her bed for an hour and a half and just chats away reliving her whole day and telling all her buddies about everything that went on.
This week, we had to take away her buddies because of some behavior problems at preschool. But tonight, she got Baby back and just talked and talked to her for over an hour. Earlier in the week, that wasn't the case. Diana definitely wasn't in the mood to just sit up in her bed and talk to "herself" before falling asleep.
It was nice to hear her talking to her friend again and telling Baby how Miss Mary and Kyle wear Crocs to preschool but not Harry. :)
Friday, October 24, 2008
Saturday, October 18, 2008
Cheese please
Let me preface this story by saying, I know, I know...it's been a while. The busy times aren't over, but they have settled down a little bit. One more month till the season starts and things will really slow down. For now, here's a story to keep this blog a little fresh.
When I was pregnant with Diana I craved cheese. I've actually always loved cheese - and still do - but for the sake of this entry, I will refer to me, pregnant and cheese. Matt was actually worried about my love for cheese when I was pregnant. Even though he didn't come with me to the initial meeting at Kaiser when they spend three hours telling you everything you CAN'T eat but don't tell you what you CAN eat, he was worried about cheese.
About a year ago, Diana went to the grocery store with me and we got her a piece of cheese at the deli. I think they must have asked her if she wanted a cookie and I said "No, but she can have some cheese."
So now everytime we go to the grocery store, Diana has to have a piece of cheese to snack on. And the girl will remind me all throughout the store that we have to stop and get cheese before we leave.
"Mommy, I want cheese."
"I know, D, but we have a couple more things to get then we'll head to the deli."
Two minutes later...
"Mommy, I want a piece of cheese."
"Yeah, D, I know. Almost there, hon."
Etc...You get the point.
The other night we had to stop at the store to pick up some things after work and school. After a while, Diana got hungry and realized she wanted some cheese.
After walking up and down several aisles with her reminding me that she wanted cheese - and other moms looking at us with the "How cute" expression on their faces - we finally arrived at the deli.
Swamped! There were four people in line ahead of us and only two people working behind the counter. Seriously?
I leaned down to Diana and said "Sweetie, there's a lot of people in line ahead of us, let's just go home and make dinner."
Huge mistake! Colossal!
Tears start flowing down the face and she starts crying so hard that no sound is coming out of her mouth.
"OK, OK. My bad! We'll wait!"
Just like that all is right in the world again. The tears magically disappear and the man in line ahead of us diverts his attention away from us and back to placing his order (sidebar: why is it that people stare at a mom and a kid in the store like we are some kind of freak show? Do they feel sorry for me because they think I am a single mom? Look at the bling people!)
Anyway, Diana finally got her cheese. But I ordered a half pound so the deli people weren't annoyed by the random mom who just stopped by for one piece of free cheese.
As we were heading to the checkout line, Diana was chowing on her piece of cheese but still wanted to push her "shopper in training" cart at the same time.
I had to draw the line and no tantrum was going to stop me this time.
Diana collapsed on the ground all princess-like - cheese still in hand - and yelled "I want to push it!" I just kept walking, hunched over the "shopper in training" cart to the checkout line.
She got over it real quick, we paid for the groceries and headed home. Next time I am pregnant, I am going to stick to eating veggies all the time. There's never a line there!
When I was pregnant with Diana I craved cheese. I've actually always loved cheese - and still do - but for the sake of this entry, I will refer to me, pregnant and cheese. Matt was actually worried about my love for cheese when I was pregnant. Even though he didn't come with me to the initial meeting at Kaiser when they spend three hours telling you everything you CAN'T eat but don't tell you what you CAN eat, he was worried about cheese.
About a year ago, Diana went to the grocery store with me and we got her a piece of cheese at the deli. I think they must have asked her if she wanted a cookie and I said "No, but she can have some cheese."
So now everytime we go to the grocery store, Diana has to have a piece of cheese to snack on. And the girl will remind me all throughout the store that we have to stop and get cheese before we leave.
"Mommy, I want cheese."
"I know, D, but we have a couple more things to get then we'll head to the deli."
Two minutes later...
"Mommy, I want a piece of cheese."
"Yeah, D, I know. Almost there, hon."
Etc...You get the point.
The other night we had to stop at the store to pick up some things after work and school. After a while, Diana got hungry and realized she wanted some cheese.
After walking up and down several aisles with her reminding me that she wanted cheese - and other moms looking at us with the "How cute" expression on their faces - we finally arrived at the deli.
Swamped! There were four people in line ahead of us and only two people working behind the counter. Seriously?
I leaned down to Diana and said "Sweetie, there's a lot of people in line ahead of us, let's just go home and make dinner."
Huge mistake! Colossal!
Tears start flowing down the face and she starts crying so hard that no sound is coming out of her mouth.
"OK, OK. My bad! We'll wait!"
Just like that all is right in the world again. The tears magically disappear and the man in line ahead of us diverts his attention away from us and back to placing his order (sidebar: why is it that people stare at a mom and a kid in the store like we are some kind of freak show? Do they feel sorry for me because they think I am a single mom? Look at the bling people!)
Anyway, Diana finally got her cheese. But I ordered a half pound so the deli people weren't annoyed by the random mom who just stopped by for one piece of free cheese.
As we were heading to the checkout line, Diana was chowing on her piece of cheese but still wanted to push her "shopper in training" cart at the same time.
I had to draw the line and no tantrum was going to stop me this time.
Diana collapsed on the ground all princess-like - cheese still in hand - and yelled "I want to push it!" I just kept walking, hunched over the "shopper in training" cart to the checkout line.
She got over it real quick, we paid for the groceries and headed home. Next time I am pregnant, I am going to stick to eating veggies all the time. There's never a line there!
Monday, October 06, 2008
Crazy time for the Borcherts
This week begins a crazy month for us. Tonight, Matt and I attended the Solano College Hall of Fame banquet in Fairfield. And since Gramma V is out of town on vacation, we had to enlist in a family friend to watch Miss Diana for the evening. Apparently, they had a blast! Diana was a little shy when the babysitter came over but turned into Chatty Cathy once we left. There was even a little switcheroo when the babysitter left and her mom took over for the last hour and a half and Diana just went with it.
They played trains, practiced letters on her white board...delved into a little bit of everything. Grandma Jennifer, as Mom Babysitter likes to be called, was loving to listen to Diana on the monitor after she put her to bed. Diana usually winds herself down by talking to her buddies for about an hour and a half and tonight was no different. She talked about her babysitter and everything they did. Matt and I just cracked up listening to Grandma Jennifer tell us all about their fun. Matt was a little worried how Diana would react to having a babysitter since she hasn't had one in a really long time, but she did great! I am a very proud Momma!
Anyway, this is a crazy month...I am headed to Orlando for a work function this weekend. My half marathon training concludes and the race is in three weeks. I can see the finish line, so to speak. Matt's basketball season is a little over a month away. I have deadlines to meet for various projects and I am trying to keep my sanity through it all.
They played trains, practiced letters on her white board...delved into a little bit of everything. Grandma Jennifer, as Mom Babysitter likes to be called, was loving to listen to Diana on the monitor after she put her to bed. Diana usually winds herself down by talking to her buddies for about an hour and a half and tonight was no different. She talked about her babysitter and everything they did. Matt and I just cracked up listening to Grandma Jennifer tell us all about their fun. Matt was a little worried how Diana would react to having a babysitter since she hasn't had one in a really long time, but she did great! I am a very proud Momma!
Anyway, this is a crazy month...I am headed to Orlando for a work function this weekend. My half marathon training concludes and the race is in three weeks. I can see the finish line, so to speak. Matt's basketball season is a little over a month away. I have deadlines to meet for various projects and I am trying to keep my sanity through it all.
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