Oh!

Ana's doing much better. Fever's gone, everything.

When I was there, she still wasn't willing to eat much (she just wanted grapes and juice, and I didn't push the issue), and she took a mid-day nap (which I let go on far too long because I fell asleep myself - sorry, Jenn), but she was largely fine.

And we've hit a new stage in toilet training. The "I DON'T WANT TO WEAR A DIAPER!!!!!!11111" stage. She doesn't even want her panties on over the diaper.

Which is a shame, she's not nearly capable of waking up dry yet. Oy....

Way up North where there's ice and snow...

There lived a penguin and his name was Joe
He got so tired of black and white
He wore pink slacks to the dance last night!

Or, down in Australia, he wears sweaters.

The reason for the sweaters is really quite sad (oil spills), but... aren't they adorable? (Pattern attached)

Aaaargh!

Today, Ana had a tantrum (which is completely understandable, she was tired, and she's still recovering. But she's never allowed to claw my eyes out. Never ever!), after which we talked for a long time about how we should try not to hit people when we're angry, that sort of thing.

This conversation must've stuck in Ana's mind, because when she threw another tantrum on the boat, and I was hoisting her onto a seat to sit and calm down, she suddenly yelled, loud and clear "Don't hit me, Connie!"

For all the world like I just spend my time beating her up, right?

This is an object lesson on the whole "We find better ways to be angry" concept, because I really wanted to smack her after she said that, I was that angry.

(Not as angry as I was later when, while Ana's still complaining about her tantrum, the previously sane person next to me offers her some candy. What, as a reward for yelling and kicking the chair for the past 10 minutes? Last thing Ana needed was a hefty dose of sugar and artifical coloring....)