Cat Callin'

The Bug has been in exceptional form this week, giving her mom and I plenty to smile and laugh about.

Not the least of which has been her new random trend of walking around with her little hand cupped to her mouth, yelling "Kitty! Kitty! Where are you?" Neither Wifey nor I ever call the cats in such a way. So where the Bug picked it up is beyond us.

More so, when she carries a food bowl as she calls them, or even a single bit of kibble, and adds the word food to her calls, we are as perplexed as amused. (These cats don't need calling to feeding time.)

Noticing our amusement, the Bug will even call out "Mommy!" Or "Daddy! Where are you?" With us probably standing six steps away from her and trying to get her to pick something up.

Goodbye, Grandma

Easter morning, Grandma, Wifey's mother, passed away after a year of enduring cancer.

Hospice took her for four days last week while I was working out of the state to give Wifey some time to get a handle on the Bug's illnesses. After she was situated back at home, the Bug climbed up on Grandma's bed and cuddled silently for the longest time.

It's been a relief for me that as we deal with our emotions and duties, the Bug continues on in her usual way at full speed, providing light and levity.

Blue Frosting

The Bug is increasingly comfortable with each visit to day care. Comfortable enough to have a mini-meltdown after being dropped off now. But, when it fails to keep the parent in the room, she settles in to toddler play.

For the most part, we have kept the Bug off of sugar. A special occasion/treat kinda thing. Well, her social calendar has had a healthy helping of special lately.

She and I had an overnight away from home for cousin Hulk's second birthday. Cupcakes resplendent with Pocoyo blue frosting were had with breakfast... and lunch.

Then there was the great blue frosting cake of her little friend Sunhair's park birthday party. And there was much rejoicing.

Most recently, the Bug's next-door friend, Giggles had a Mickey Mouse Clubhouse themed second birthday party. A good change for red frosting. (Too much blue frosting makes an interesting green poop.)

And then Easter rarely passes without candy consumption. And then Wifey's birthday... We can count the weeks by sugar.

Daddy Bonk Head

In the Bug's frequent attempts at communication, she includes a lot of gesticulation. Amusingly, most of the pantomime accompanies what words she does know and not the Korean Hindi that makes us the bulk of her point. (Some can say the same about me.)

To request her lastest favorite game to play with me, she points in a direction when she says "away," pumps her arms to "run, run, run," and typically finishes with a hand tapping her head saying, "daddy bonk head." So, yeah. I hear all I need to know. And her eyes let me know there's no getting out of it without a fight.

Off I go. Flailing into some wall or door, bouncing off, and then fake-screaming as I pick a comfortable landing in a room of my choosing. Preferably somewhere I can easily get back up from for another bonk.

In a unrelated note, we have been quite fortunate not to have any medical concerns with the Bug over the last twenty months. Now she has a cold. She's doing a bang-up job feeding it and staying hydrated. On the get-more-rest front... well... aren't these things supposed to slow them down?