It Be the Month of Blustering (or, "March Date")

Things be busy here at the Dread Pirate household (I'm covering for a co-worker for a month in addition to my regular job, my parents are visiting for a week, we've got a contractor installing new windows and fixing a water damaged wall).  All your typical yada-yada-yada to explain the blog neglect.

In the midst of it all, Hubs and I had our Christmas date for the month of March.  The theme for this month?  I got him a gift certificate for Home Depot, with the promise that we could go for as long as he wanted and that I had to act interested yet not over opinionated over anything he wanted to look at.  The in-laws babysat, we got Starbucks before hand, and we managed to hit two different Home Depots in order to hunt down some special lights we needed.  But the best part came after.

We got to go on a dinner and a movie night for the first time in, literally, years.  Yes, plural.  We sat at a sushi bar, eating incredible grilled hamachi cheek and pretending we were in our early 20s again (i.e. did sake bombs).  We sobered up during the movie, Friends with Kids (entertaining 1st half, then sads set in as we realized that eventually we will know people of our generation who get divorced, all wrapped up with a cheezy ending).  The plus side?  We got home at about 9:30pm!  Couple that with the fact that we actually had beer on St. Patrick's Day, and we call that a win.  Either way, for a little while, we felt like these crazy kids back in 2007, complete with the cocktail in the pic.  [Fun fact for you San Franciscans -- I'm pretty sure this photo is from Bubble Lounge, back when it was cool and we lived in LA and just didn't know any better.] 

Five years is not a long period of time, unless you think about how much has actually happened since then.  A proposal, a cross-state move, a marriage, buying a home, having a baby, illness.  The first real grey hairs and wrinkles have invaded these two kids.  They drink less, travel less, sleep in never.  But they also get to play every single day, sing and laugh more than ever, and work a lot harder.  I'm proud of how far they've come, but I love when they get to resurface to play, if only for an evening.

Words from My Wee Bairn (or, "Things HD Says")

So, we've been getting a lot of comments from folks about the kid lately.  Comments that infer people believe she's a year or two older that she actually is.  I'm still trying to figure out if this means people are blown away by her brilliance or they just think my itty bitty (who isn't two until June) looks like a preschooler.  She's not big, but she is pretty tall and has a lot of hair for her age.  So it's a toss up either way.

I'll leave it to you, dear readers.  Here's some photos courtesy of one of the moms at HD's daycare, along with a list of the most recent HD-isms.

• "See-ta-tay-toh" = sweet potato.  As in, "Go restowant for see-ta-tay-toh fies!" 
• "Sah Fasis-sko" = San Francisco.  She has a book of SF sites, and she loves to bring it with us when we go up to the City.  We did Fishermen's Wharf yesterday, and I can definitely attest that my baby is a city girl through and through.  
• "I want need."  No seriously.  She says "need" like it's the objective noun.  Full stop.
•  She constantly requests "The Harper Song," which in actuality is I've Just Seen a Face by The Beatles.  This is at times shortened to "ha-song" when she's getting frustrated that I won't sing it for the 14th time before 6:45am.  
• "I can't wait to go to school."  So I made up a really stupid little ditty for HD when she was a tiny baby, and I still sing it for her.  This example is one of the lines from the song, and she says it at random.  Perfectly enunciated, which is hilarious.  She thinks school at this point means daycare. 
• "Uh oh, mangoes!"  She heard the sing-song "uh, oohhh Spaghetti-os" bit from her father, and tried saying it somewhat unsuccessfully (I swear it sounds like "uh oh, bagels").  For whatever reason, she switched the saying to mirror her favorite fruit.  Cracks me up.
• Finally, we have The Mantra.  When HD does one of her toddler freakouts and she's in instant tears, either Hubs or I will say "Relaaaaax."  And she finishes the mantra as follows: "Relaaaaax.  Chill OUT.  Caaamm dowwwn.  Be cool, bay-bee.  Das right!"   And it instantly stops her tears, which is awesome.  

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