Poppy saying “Mommy!” when I went in to get her in the morning.
Onion rings.
The Hodge episode of “CSI.” (“It’s my lucky day!”)
Rockford singing, “Ain’t no potty like a West Coast potty, ’cause a West Coast potty don’t flush.” (I don’t remember what that was all about).
Poppy’s bathtime poo-athon. She went in the tub (Rockford: “Poppy, noooooooo!!!!”) and in her play tent (Me: “Poppy, noooooooo!!!”). Funny in retrospect. She was very pleased with herself.
April 13
Going to an unfamiliar playgroup. And actually navigating my way there without getting lost.
Holding an 8-month-old at the playgroup. Was Poppy really that small?
Going to the mall with Pi to pick up lunch for Rockford.
Cinnabon. Every time we go to the mall, I was a cinnamon bun. I knew that if I ever actually got one, it wouldn’t be as good as I’d been building it up to be. But it was. Uh-oh.
Rockford singing, “Splash! He’ll save every one of us!” at bathtime. (Poppy’s. Not his.)
Poppy getting frustrated and saying, “No words!” when I asked her to use her words. We’re trying to stop that reaction, but it was still cute.
April 14
Making the five-hour drive to my in-laws’ house by myself. Well, Pi was there, but she didn’t do any of the driving.
Poppy’s excitement at seeing Rockford’s parents.
Rockford getting to Boise safely.
Wild rice soup!
Starting a Nero Wolfe book.
April 15
Rockford’s hiking pictures.
April 16
Genia making mac ‘n’ cheese and ribs on the propane camp stove after the power went out.
The guy at the Mega Kid Play Place letting Poppy play for free.
April 17
Poppy being so good and sweet on the drive home.
Getting milk at the “Cruz Through.” Not having to get out of the car to buy milk? Priceless.
A new episode of “Gilmore Girls.”
Rockford coming home!!
April 18
Poppy saying “You welpome!” rather than “Thank you.” She says it consistently; I’m pleased that she’s making the effort to be polite.
Poppy asking for “a kiss” four or five times before I close her door at naptime.
Rockford getting a refund for the shoddy brake job we got last week.
Watching Rockford watch the Indiana game. (But not the end of the game.)
March 18
Nichole: Rockford, please stop farting. Rockford: I haven’t farted in minutes.
Poppy’s pigtails.
Mozzarella sticks for lunch.
My 12-minute nap.
Playing on the PBSkids Web site with Pi.
My mother-in-law’s story of the suicidal flying squirrel that she found in their toilet.
March 19
Poppy saying “A B C D E F G.”
Poppy saying, “No No No” to her buddies as she tossed them out of the crib.
Pi giggling while I read the Winnie-the-Pooh book to her in a goofy voice and with much smooching.
Rockford dancing awesomely to that annoying Target ad and to the Chemical Brothers song during the “CSI: Miami” intro. (And Rockford saying, “I can’t control my booty!”)
Horatio Caine: “It’s as cold … as ice.”
The LaQuinta ad with the bunny.
Chocolate pudding.
March 20
My awesome new clock radio.
Playtime with Pi at the rec center.
Lunch with Rockford.
Going to Michael’s alone.
Going to Target with Pi and Rockford and getting an Icee.
