We've been bitten once again with frigid temperatures. Poor Cailin and I have been staring at the same walls all week and neither of us is taking it well. Aside from making a double batch of chocolate chip cookies (and both of us eating our weight in cookie dough) we've had a long-ish somewhat trying week. We've cleaned and tidied, made forts out of pillows and furniture and tormented Cailin's baby dolls. Er, I mean we played nicely with baby dolls.
In a word, we are bored. There's only so much cleaning a person can do before they're labelled OCD or some such. Cailin doesn't watch TV, and I don't care much for it either. This rules out movies or cartoons, although Cailin can sure hoover back the popcorn.
Although. I have been watching a little HGTV (Home and Garden TV) here and again, and have big ideas for our house. If it would ever warm up, we could get started on a little painting and furniture rearranging. Thankfully, it's supposed to warm up over 30 degrees by Wednesday. While that still won't be warm enough to throw open the windows and vent some paint fumes, I'm excited that spring is just that much closer.
The next problem is that Cailin is awfully hard on the walls. Her toys have scratched up my chocolate brown dining room walls and chipped up the corners. I have some paint left over for touchups, but I'm thinking it won't help much. The first time she chases Bailey with her doll stroller, the scratches will be right back where they were.
Poor Bailey. She has taken to slinking off to her doggie bed and napping when Cailin has her afternoon nap. Those two play hard all day long. Apparently it's really hard work chasing a toddler with tasty snacks around all day. They run up and down the hall, and from the front window to the kitchen sink. Over and over until Bailey is panting. She can't wait until Cailin naps so she can get a break.
Lately, Cailin has been insisting on walking Bailey inside the house. She brings me the leash, points at the dog and says, "Peese?" I hook Bailey's leash on her collar and away the two of them go chasing each other all over the house. Eventually Bailey will mosey over to me and sit on my feet while shooting me 'please have mercy on a fat old dog' looks. Right before Cailin drags her off down the hall one more time.
Of course, Bailey still outweighs Cailin and can pull her around like she wasn't there, but for some reason she defers to Cailin on their 'walks'. I can't say the same when I'm in control of the leash on outside walks. That dog can almost pull me over.
In the last few days Cailin has been putting her pants on by herself, and surprised me by putting on her own shoes. On the right feet yet. She has a pair of shoes that squeak with every single step she takes. It's on purpose - they have squeakers in them. When she finally took them off, I wouldn't put them back on her. Finally, some peace! She simply sat down and put them on all by herself. Then took off running all over the house. SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAKY.
Maybe if it warms up enough she can actually go outside with me? We have some energy to burn.
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