My tiny toddler (title earned by being a year old AND because she is walking) is a cyborg. She is also one of the only tiny humans I know to have an iPhone 4s. It's really more a glorified iPod; it's kind of fried but still works on wifi and has a bunch of kids' apps.
But back to the cyborg tendencies of the child. We have two cases for her iPhone. One is a Fisher Price toy thing (see picture below), and the other is a silicone owl (see next picture).
The other day I gaze upon my wonderful offspring to find her holding the phone in the owl case like a juice box (for lack of better words) and tilting her head back like she was drinking from it. We then decided this meant she is a cyborg and that's why she sleeps so well. If she didn't sleep as much her batteries would run out so much quicker. I think she was trying to suck the juice from the battery. You know, have a little LI rush as opposed to a sugar rush.
Achievement unlocked: The tiny monster reached her first birthday!
So bizarre to think about her being a year old already. Even though there is no way she will remember it beyond us telling her and showing her pictures, I made sure it was still a special day. I threw together an easy peasy spice cake with purple funfetti frosting and we got her a couple of presents (something I had not intended to do but will explain further down below).
We brought her home from daycare and immediately had cake. Me being the prepared person I am (remembering other little ones' first birthday pictures) I put down two shower curtains from the dollar store to save on some of the clean up. The little prissy princess was almost disappointing in the way she approached the cake. Like, she gingerly scraped some frosting off with her little hand and tasted it, and that was it. She did eat some of the actual cake, but even with Collin trying to encourage her into smashing it she just wasn't having it. The only mess she made was when she leaned forward over her tray to look at her feet or something and smashed her chest into the cake. We wiped her down and changed her shirt.
Then it was time for the presents!
Again, little miss priss was so gentle and Collin had to help her unwrap her gifts. The first was the Fisher Price case mentioned above, and the second was a toddler size chair with a stuffed kangaroo sitting in it (she loves giraffes and kangaroos). See pictures.
She loves them both so much. She loves to snuggle the kangaroo and drag it around by the tail all the time. And she will climb in and out and in and out and up and down on the chair. I think we did good.
No lie, it was hard to divide up the things we bought her for her birthday and Christmas. We got her a couple of things for that holiday too.
Now, I will explain the scary issue I have that led me to buying gifts that I had no intention of purchasing. I mean, I will always want to give my children small things for birthdays and Christmas. Even if they don't need it. Other things that they want as they get older they will learn they have to work for, but this whole plan/philosophy of ours on how we parent our kid(s) is a whole post of it's own (and I don't need/want/expect anyone to agree with it).
Like I was saying, where some people sleep, or drink, or whatever when grieving I make irrational decisions. I am much better about it than I was say ten, hell even five years ago. If I was still that me I would have gained fifty pounds from eating everything in the last week, I would be smoking, we would have a new/unnecessary TV, we might be getting a puppy, and in a extreme move of reckless behavior I'd probably end up pregnant. Because all of those things would surely heal the pain of losing someone who was a prominent mother figure for me.
Yea, drinking would probably be the cheaper option.
Instead of all that I did pack on five pounds of bereavement weight as of Friday's hop on the scale and bought five gifts total for the demon spawn's first birthday and first real Christmas (I don't count last year since we were just out of the hospital). Much healthier than the old me would have coped.
I think the next post will touch on something serious that I am recognizing more and more in myself. Completely unrelated to my shopaholic tendencies: body dis-morphia. This is something I am really struggling with, especially with the current mild depressive state I am in. That five pounds I mentioned above feels/looks like thirty to me. Yea, that might give you an idea of how I still see myself. But we'll go over that next time.
Now I am going to have a healthy evening snack of stove top popcorn, and enjoy some Property Brothers.
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