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[kcobweb]

I have a presence at most of the usual social networking sites. They all seem okay, except for MySpace. I really hate MySpace - I just don't fundamentally *get* it. BUT.... every few weeks I get a message or an add or whatever from some blast-from-my-distant-dimly-remembered-past. The last couple have been high school friends - people I hung out with a little bit, but not enough so that we kept in touch later. Fine, that's kind of cool.

Yesterday, I got a MySpace message that said "are you the kcobweb that lived in [town name] and hung out with rivka?" *boggle* Why, yes I am. Don't know how she found me, but with the unusual first name and the city I moved to (where I went to high school), she deduced it was me. So random and so weird. Perhaps it's because I moved so much as a child (and heck, now as an adult too) - but people who knew me in 7th grade (or before) are few and far between. I'm in touch with 2 - one is rivka and the other is strictly on a every-other-Christmas schedule.

[Secret message to rivka: intitials MZ]

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My child is making me slightly crazy these days, but no more so than usual for *two*, I guess. She is busy trying to potty-train one of her dolls (actually, an old doll of mine) - but mostly refuses to sit on the potty herself. I did buy some underwear in her size, and washed it. That pile of laundry got folded, but never put away, so they are just sitting there in the living room, and she notices them often when she passes by and points them out. I just say, "Someday, you'll get to wear those..... when you learn to pee in the potty." I read potty training books to her regularly. (Today, I basically read the book to the doll.) I'm just waiting for her to make that mental leap, but so far, bupkis.

She's currently obsessed with one certain album of baby pictures - from when she was about 2-3 months old. I still had a film camera then, so I took a million pictures of everything, in the hopes that a few would turn out okay. This album includes a trip we took to Kentucky for a family get-together - so as a result, Elena can now name most of my dad's family. "That's Carol, that's Suzi, that's Mommy's Grandma...." (I was trying to explain who the very old woman was - she'll never meet her because she died just a few months later.)

Right now she's flipping through a 2008 calendar from the World Wildlife Fund - it's got pictures of penguins, tigers, frogs.... everything a little girl could want. (Her: "Dogs." Me: "No, those are bears." *pause* Her: "Like dogs.")

She also likes the World Almanac, particularly the color pages in the middle that show flags of the world. She flips through those pages, saying "star... star... sun... star....."

Comments

[allthatjazmyne.livejournal.com]

Well, bears are kind of like dogs. They have fur, and feet, and sometimes they drool.

[tea-dragon.livejournal.com]

Hey, if she's potty training the doll, you've made more progress than I have. Sammy spent a large chunk of this morning changing a pretend diaper on her stuffed monkey with an imaginary wet wipe in hand. There was absolutely no mention of the monkey using the potty seat. She did, however, put him in a high chair and serve him some pretend bubble tea. With an imaginary straw, even :)

[kcobweb.livejournal.com]

I've really let up on pushing potty training - it's just been her mentioning it lately, and I try not to push. She will bring Mary (the doll) into the bathroom, and sit her on the big toilet and the small potty alternating - but when I ask if she wants to try, it's mostly "no". When I do get her pants off and get her to sit, she sits for about 3.1 seconds, and then runs around the bathroom wildly.

[nyssa23.livejournal.com]

Hunter has been pretending to potty-train his own little baby doll too, on Sarah's doll-size toy potty. He's been asking to sit on the regular kid-size potty a lot lately but so far it's just an excuse to unroll some toilet paper. Sigh.

[kcobweb.livejournal.com]

Hey, whatever gets them on that seat, right? :)

[trope.livejournal.com]

Like dogs. Close enough for government work. (HEE!)

I can't wait until Bonzo talks!