Well, let's see, what's new?
A LayoffI've laid off the diet coke once and again. Yes, I'm once again giving it up, mainly to try to get away from aspartame, which gives me headaches and makes me cranky and is really a horrible, nasty substance. I've been addicted to Diet Coke in legendary proportions for years, and given it up a few times along the way, but it never really sticks.
But here we go again, quitting it, which leaves me cranky and headachy and in dire need of something else to drink. Bleah.
I love diet coke. I love diet coke. I love diet coke.
The cranky and headachy is probably more due to the fact that a side effect of this project is that it cuts my caffeine intake way down, by accident. It's not that I don't like coffee, really, I just don't like it terribly well. I'll drink it sometimes, but it's nothing I want to make every morning and not something I have any desire to drink all day long. Real soda has too many calories (although I did suck down a non-diet Coke today out of desperation for caffiene when I realized my head was about to explode) and tea just seems like too much work.
Oy. I'm sucking down pellegrino today when I have a strong jones for carbonation, but it's a weak substitute. Bleah.
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A ReorgIn other news, Sofie has decided that she will no longer answer to Sofie and will now only be addressed as Tutter. Mommy has been renamed Ojo, Daddy is Bear, and Grandpa Shult is Pip. These are all characters from the totally awesome Jim Henson series,
Bear in the Big Blue House, which she's currently obsessed with.
Boy, does this kid stick to her guns. I haven't been addressed as Mommy in weeks. Even when she wakes up in the middle of the night, she yells, "Ojo! Ojo! I need you Ojo!" up the stairs. Her preschool teachers are corrected. And even at the doctor, yesterday, after she got her flu shot and was struggling hard not to cry, she managed this little exchange:
Nurse: "Oh, aren't you just the best little kid?"
Sofie: "I not a kid. I a mouse named Tutter."
How long will this last? I'm guessing a few months.
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A PromotionSofie has a toy horse that her Dad and I goofily named "
Bad Horse" in homage to the brilliant
Dr. Horrible webcast we're in love with -- and because we thought it was pretty funny when she went along with it and even sang some of the lyrics in her tiny, little girl voice.
Alas, it's not to be any longer. Yesterday at naptime, she was quietly dressing and undressing bad horse when I left her for an hour of quiet play. When I returned, she loftily informed me that his name has been changed to Good Horse. She's sticking with it today, so I guess it's official - Bad Horse has earned a promotion. Pass along my congratulations!