The Power of Positive Thinking

Lately I have often caught myself doing this whole “poor, poor, pitiful me” bit. I flatter myself that I’ve not inflicted it on anyone beyond my immediate family (and possibly the internet), although there’s really no excuse for doing that to Raisin or DH. So, today, we try to move beyond “wah, I’m pregnant and my back hurts and my daughter is so sick and why must God mock me this way?” and try to look at the bright side of life. You know, Pollyanna. Raindrops on roses, whiskers on kittens. Etc.

Really, things are better. The number of hours since either Raisin or I have vomited is steadily increasing. We’re hoping to set a new record. Score!

Also, Raisin is unbearably cute despite her trials. She’s graduated to the big-girl bed, which she loves. She even asks to go to bed sometimes, although she really has no intention of staying there. She just wants to visit.

Her favorite phrase, “what doing?” has become a constant in our house. Despite our best efforts, DH and I have not been able to convince her that “sleeping” is an acceptable response to this question. If she’s awake enough to ask “what doing?” we had better be awake enough to provide an interesting answer.

She loves to play pretend, and she’s quite the little housekeeper. She cooks excellent pretend snacks (Grandma and Grandpa are making a mini kitchen for her birthday next week), and she’ll stand on a stool at our kitchen sink “washing dishes” quite happily — sometimes for minutes at a time.

Our family’s love affair with ducks continues. There are at least two pairs nesting on the pond near our house, and Raisin loves to visit them. Unfortunately, the path around the pond is designed so that you can’t get really close, which leads to a lot of disappointment. She makes up for it by shouting, “HI DUCKIES! QUACK QUACK QUACK! WHAT DOING, DUCKIES?” I’m sure the neighbors love that.

She knows her colors really well, which is a big hit with the grandmas. She’s also learning letters, although I think her biggest joy in the alphabet right now is just that she thinks the song is funny. Maybe not, though — a couple of weeks ago she handed me one of the letters from her bathtub alphabet set, and said, “i!” “My kid’s a genius!” I thought. She’s reading letters, and she’s not even two! Of course, then I handed her an “e,” and she called that an “i,” too. But still.

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I’m definitely feeling movement from Baby, usually at night. I had a sneezing fit the other day, and the kid most decidedly did not appreciate being jostled. The responsive kicks were as strong as some I remember from Raisin’s third trimester.

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And, as a final random thought: At our big family Easter/April birthdaypalooza this weekend, my grandmother (age 79, or thereabouts) showed up with a bright pink frisbee for my uncle’s dog. When we arrived, my uncle wrestled it away from the dog to show my mom. “Our mother will not tell me where she got this,” he said. We all gathered around to take a closer look; it was decorated with the logo of a Minneapolis nightspot where “girls! girls! girls!” are the primary source of entertainment. We still don’t know how my grandparents obtained the frisbee of questionable morality, or why such an establishment would be giving away frisbees.

I feel better now. How about you?

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About Grape

I've got the world's best kids and husband. Great house, steady job. I'm living the American dream. The trick is to appreciate it. I'm working on that part.
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2 Responses to The Power of Positive Thinking

  1. Beth Fish says:

    I think I want to steal Raisin from you – she sounds like such a little doll.

  2. Anonymous says:

    When Raisin’s Daddy was about 2, and on a visit to *his grandparents, he became the first of his generation to join what Raisin’s great-grandfather referred to as the “Do, Daddy Club.” As in “What do, Daddy?”

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