Posted by CootieMom @ 7:27 pm
Shelved under Cootiegirl's Development

So I’ve mentioned before that CootieGirl’s caretakers are Russian and speak Russian and therefore CootieGirl says things like “da” instead of “yes”. Well, I discovered another word that she says in Russian. “Give”, as in “Gimme that it’s MINE!”

All this time I thought she was saying a shortened version of “dolly” because when she first started saying the word it was when she specifically was asking for her doll. So I thought it was her way of saying “dolly” – as though she couldn’t say the Ls. “Die!” she’d say, gesturing that she wanted her dolly.

So whenever I heard her say “die” I’d go get her dolly for her, or show her where it was.

Come to find out, “дайте это мне” means “give it to me”, and CootieGirl just usually says, “дайте”, which is pronounced “die”. Who knew? Not me, certainly.

So last night when Miss Lydia next door (who has Russian parents) was giving CootieGirl her birthday present I told her about “die” and when Lydia asked CootieGirl for something, saying “die”, CootieGirl promptly handed her what Lydia asked for.

Now, I typed in Russian letters in that one paragraph – no idea if they’ll show up when I post. Let’s see if they do.

Posted by CootieMom @ 4:42 pm
Shelved under The Sick Cootie

So remember when you turned two years old and you celebrated your birthday by throwing up and having a 102 fever? Yeah, so does CootieGirl.

NOT a good birthday for the girl today.

Posted by CootieMom @ 3:13 pm
Shelved under CootieGirl's Activities

Last night was bath night at the Cootie household. CootieGirl went first, having a grand olde time until the hair had to be rinsed out.

One she was out and in her jammies, I put CootieBoy’s bathtub in the big tub and filled it with water. I sat him down and he didn’t scream – apparently his protests were over the slightly reclined position in which he usually sits – this time I put him in the upright section of the tub and he had a blast.

So CootieDad decided to take pictures of CootieBoy enjoying himself. CootieGirl was hovering next to me and when CootieDad tried to get CootieBoy to look at the camera, CootieGirl suddenly started clapping her hands together.

“CootieBoy!” Clap. “CootieBoy!” Clap. “CootieBoy!” Clap clap. Then she kind of waved her hands at him and I realized she was trying to “entertain” him so that CootieDad could get a picture with CootieBoy smiling. It was all I could do not to just hug her right there. She’s so frickin’ cute.

Posted by CootieMom @ 10:01 am
Shelved under General CootieGirl Info

So a new thing that CootieGirl started doing last week was saying “Hey!” But she doesn’t just say hey, she draws it out in a long exclamation. Sort of like:

“Heeeeeyy!” It starts off high-pitched and goes low. “HHEEEE-eeeyyy!” Like she’s discovered something totally brand new and exciting.

At the garage sale last weekend she discovered the bag of Teeny Beanie Babies I had hoped to sell and as she pulled each one out of the bag, she exclaimed “HHHEEE-eeeeeyyyyy!”

I can’t believe in ten short days she’s going to be two years old. My word the time flew by.

Posted by CootieMom @ 8:36 am
Shelved under The Sick Cootie

So CootieGirl has pink eye. Fortunately we caught it in the early stages, so it’s not like her eye is a mass of mucus and grossness. It’s just a little swollen and pink. Nevertheless, we have been given a prescription for eye drops to put in 3 times a day for seven days.

Let me reiterate that CootieGirl is about two years old. So asking her to open her eye to allow me to put drops in her eye is pretty much like asking Brad Pitt to give me his number and take me out to a fancy dinner.

Last night just before I left for band practice we laid her on our bed and while CootieDad held her down I spread her eye wide with my fingers and put in the first drop. Well, she was already kicking and screaming at that point because of the whole in-a-vise-clamp-not-able-to-get-up thing CootieDad had going with her.

I quickly spread the other eye and put in the second drop without much fanfare and voila – we were done. I was quite pleased at how well it went, screaming and gnashing of teeth notwithstanding.

This morning? She was armed.

This morning I could not get her eye open to save my life. She had that thing locked shut and even when I tried to open her eye with my fingers (much like one spreads their eye to put in a contact lense) there wasn’t a single crack available to put in an eye drop. And of course there was the constant rolling of the head, which we didn’t have last night but she managed to perfect by this morning.

After much trial and tribulation we managed to get some drops in her eyes, but little does she know she has another six days of this torture.

The poor thing is gonna hate us by next Tuesday.