As I said, Toy Story is now one of Maya’s absolute favorite movies — and we’ve seen it waaaay more than should be allowable. I never did buy a copy of Toy Story 2, but I loved it when I’ve seen it before, so today, we got a copy of TS2.

Um…I got all choked up at the scenes during “When Somebody Loves You,” when Jessie is remembering Emily, her previous child-owner. Seriously. I was about to cry.

Could someone Puh-LEEZE remove the excess of hormones that giving birth seems to have left in my pea brain? Thankyouverymuch.

The four crayons I just took from Maya are all missing their heads and tails. Colorful poop coming, film at 11.

Hi.

Maya leans over and kisses me on the nose.

Hi. Hi. Dowwwwwn. (making the “more” sign) She kisses me on the nose again, just to ensure that I’m actually awake.

This beats the mornings when I wake up to little fingers poking me as she says Eyyyyes.

I have now seen Monsters, Inc. and Toy Story more times than should be legally allowed. I honestly don’t mind; it’s a nice break from Baby Einstein and Thomas videos.

It’s easy to appreciate MI with a toddler, and I now estimate “Boo’s” age to be around 2. I shamelessly call Maya “Boo” on a regular basis.

Speaking of Thomas, does anyone else find the children’s voices to be just downright creepy? And the humans’ voices? They all sound like idiots.

Trains. Maya loves trains. (Her grandfather encourages this.) She can be in the middle of anything, but if she hears a train go by (we live near some tracks), she runs to the sliding door saying, “Woo-woo! Woo-woo!”

Could someone PLEASE explain to me why it’s always windy on Tuesday? You know Tuesday…aka, the day I put my trash out to the curb.

Added: I just watched my neighbor’s full trash can travel down the street. As I ran outside to try to catch it, the lid came off, and the trash blew ev-er-y-where, like to the end of the road within seconds. What a mess.

A box I’d set (with weight in it, even) next to my can is nowhere to be seen. Oh, well…at least I tried.

Note to self:

If a rocking chair is on sale for $7.50, it’s for a reason. If the original price was $15.00, that’s an even bigger hint.

It’s junk. &*@#%

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Damned casinos.

Pardon the lack of posting. I’m spending my days up at the new digs de-Laura-Ashley-ing it, then my nights back here at the condo packing and preparing for Monday’s move.

Hijacked from Margi. I could add personal comments to just about every one of these, but you know what? It’s bedtime. That’s my #21…you go to bed at a somewhat reasonable hour…and don’t mind at all!

Written by Rebecca Woolf and swiped from BabyCenter (as always):

Twenty Things That Change When You Have A Baby

• You look at your baby in the mirror instead of yourself.
• You finally stop to smell the roses, because your baby is in your arms.
• Where you once believed you were fearless, you now find yourself afraid.
• You’re less self-involved and more self-motivated.
• The sacrifices you thought you made to have a child no longer seem like sacrifices.
• You respect your body … finally. (Hooray for baby-making!)
• You have stronger opinions and are stronger willed.
• You respect your parents and love them in a new way. (Hooray for grandparents!)
• You find that your baby’s pain feels much worse than your own.
• You believe once again in the things you believed in as a child. (Hooray for the tooth fairy!)
• You lose touch with the people in your life that you should have banished years ago.
• Your heart breaks much more easily.
• You think of your baby 234,836,178,976 times a day. In fact, you’re so busy with this that you forget everything else.
• Every day is a surprise.
• Bodily functions are no longer repulsive. In fact, they please you. (Hooray for poop!)
• You think before you speak.
• You become a morning person. (Hooray for watching the sun rise!)
• If you have a son, you no longer curse men. (Hooray for all men!)
• If you have a daughter, you hope she won’t endure your same heartaches.
• Your love becomes limitless, a superhuman power.

I’ll add a couple of my own:

• You suddenly believe in your own mortality.
• You believe in love at first sight.
• Being thankful for every happiness, every day doesn’t seem so trite and hokey anymore.

I love reading dooce. Really, I do.

But what’s the deal with her losing the blog layout (except the header) and pasting ads all over the site? What would it take to get rid of the stupid things?

(I’ve got to amuse someone, right?)

Said as I was about to start wash…”Okay, M…your diapers are done, now it’s time to do my laundry. That would be the MOTHER LOAD of laundry.”

Chortle.

Apparently sliced peaches are no longer a food of choice. Same goes for cheerios, and many of the veggies that just weeks ago were eaten with vigor.

Welcome to the wacky world of toddlerhood. I’ve heard that it’s possible for a child to survive on ice cream and mac-n-cheese. Good thing, that.