This week has been a clusterf**k. Monday feels like it was months ago, but the weekend still feels like it's a long way off.
So, the recap: Peach was sick (cold) over the weekend, but thankfully the rivulets of snot dried up by Saturday evening. We celebrated her half birthday (why not?) with a cake and candles. She glowed with joy when she realized it was for her -- "this is MY birthday party," she announced, and ate all the frosting off her cake.
Parenting-wise, I started reading a couple of books by David Elkind. Even though I know I don't want to subject Peach to academic/activity pressures this early, every time I hear about a kid her age in some sort of lesson, it makes me feel anxious, as though I'm not doing enough for her. Hence, the books: to remind me that kids do better if they don't get subjected to structured lessons/sports/academics when they're this young, that she's only 2 and a half, and that her job right now is to learn about the world through play.
(Although all that playing has to be inside - it's been f-ing freezing here. Seriously, 9 degrees yesterday morning. This is NW Oregon - come on! We have magnolia trees here. Who knew 9 felt so much colder than 19? Not me!) So all zoo requests come with the answer, "It's too cold, sorry," which actually does stop the debate now. She says, "Oh, OK."