Aixah the terrible two-year-old

The strangest thing just happened today. I realized how big Aixah is. I mean, people say she's big all the time. And I know she's long but today she actually felt heavy, like fat-heavy. And she looks chunky. When in the world did that start to happen? It's a bit disconcerting, especialloy since she'll be two in a few days. She looks bigger than two and I think people expect more than her because she looks older than what she is. But just for the record Aixah is not/does not:

-potty trained-although she did do pee pee around it once.

-speak in full sentences (unless you count sentences like, 'Papi, sit down' or 'That's mine' as full sentences.

-know how to dress herself-she tries and can manage with socks and shoes but the whole shirt thingy is boggling to her.

-know her abc's (sorry, I know other two-year-olds can but not my two-year-old) She does count from 1 to 10 in Spanish, kind of.

-sleep in a toddler bed (still in her crib and I am fine with that).

Some lady decided to fight with my toddler in Babies r'us today, all because Aixah bopped her in the head with a gift wrapping roll. She went all Bed Stuy on us, "Excuse me," and "You child just hit me in the head, say something to her.' I usually stay quiet in these situations but I just couldn't. I told her, "Relax, we didn't see what was going on." She went on a rant about everyone having kids and knowing how to train them. She actually mumbled that under her breath as she walked away. I don't know what my exact words were but I know that the words, 'stupid,' and 'give me a break,' were there some where. I also said, "Obviously not all of us have kids," my translation of that is, "you'd make a horrible mom." I did get in the last word so that made me feel semi-triumphant. Some people are so rude. Seriously, if you hate other peoples kids so much than you should stay away from stores like babies r us.

Three weeks and counting

This is my third week that I've been home, out of work. I haven't started looking for work yet I have my hopes set on that project due to begin at the office at around the end of May and that should last through the summer. My cubicle is still intact. My cell phone charger is there, Aixah's photos are hanging on the wall. I haven't moved out yet.

Next week I need to be more proactive. I should see about applying for Family Health Plus or other insurance. I should also see about exercising, going out for walks with Aixah, getting away from the computer. Anything that involves some type of activity.

I received my debit card from the unemployment office and I still have my last check from the office which is in the mail and due to arrive soon. I still have funds, I tell myself. I am still worthy of going out for pedicures and buying make-up at Sephora and going out for expensive dinners and wine. My husband reminds me otherwise, always the wiser and more reasonable of the two. I think Aixah gets the tantrums from her momma. I kick and scream when I can't get something that I want. And right now I want the Canon Rebel. There is nothing that I want more than that digital SLR. I have big dreams with it. Going back to school, building up my portfolio and eventually doing paid sessions. It's silly things that you start to think when you are out of work and suddenly realize that your previous employment that lasted almost three-years left you lacking. That my title of an Editor is really undeserving. I want to avoid interviews like the plague. I want to get hired by my witty e-mail skills. Something big is going to come of this, people tell me. And so I sit here and wait.

And wait...

The Wolverine

I must say, I've had a fantastic weekend! Yesterday I hung out with one of my closest friends and her husband. We went to an Irish pub by her job over on Trinity Place and I had a sour Whiskey, which I loved and French Onion Soup and spicy buffalo wings (my favorite combination) and I finished it off with an Irish Coffee. The BEST Irish Coffee that I've had, even though it's only my third Irish Coffee, lol.

We had bought tickets in advance to go see WOLVERINE so we headed there for an early movie because my mom was watching Aixah and she always gives me an early, don't get-here-later-than-eleven-thirty curfew.

The movie was pretty good. It had its gaps and it wasn't as memorable as other films, say, Ironman, but it worked and Hugh Jackman worked it for sure. So of course we were all hyped after the film and started discussing super powers and what power we would like to have. I'm not very creative, all I could come up with was that I wanted to be able to fly and be Wolverine's love interest. But Supa Bon Bon, who is more creative than she likes to give credit for said that she wanted to be the love child of Storm and Wolverine, she could fly, heal, etc. And I'm there thinking, write a story about that, that is a fantastic plot line. I'm in this total fanfic zone. I haven't written any fanfic, haven't written fanfic since I was like 15 and now that I think about it my fanfic was usually based on Terminator and X-Men. I also left a FB status that said, "Going to see Wolverine," and my best friend from JHS replied, "Didn't you have a massive crush on him in JH?"

Anyway, I digress...so after the movie we go to another pub for more drinks. On our way out, Miss Chatterbox, which would be me, almost steps on two 4-inch long roaches dancing around on the pavement. There's this moment when all three of us kind of huddle together and just scream, not loudly and not for very long, but a scream/shriek nonetheless.