Today, I must have had a wardrobe malfuntion and left the house with my "please tell me about my child because you know her better than I do!" sign accidentally taped to the back of my shirt. I say this because Sadie and I had another weird incident at Gymboree early this morning. We arrived only three minutes early (and were the first pair there, naturally). Shortly before the class began, ten minutes late, another little toddler was sitting outside the classroom, chugging back a bottle of milk, and Sadie wandered out the open classroom door to sit beside her. The instructor saw Sadie leave, saw where she was, and then said to me in all seriousness, "You should make sure that she has breakfast before she comes here!"
Maybe I'm alone in thinking that this was a weird comment, but it came across as some sort of unsolicited parenting advice that is outside the realm of someone who is paid to dance around with a creepy clown doll. Sadie's instuctor is wonderful with the kids, but really, does she have x-ray vision and could see into Sadie's stomach? It's not like Sadie was wrestling the bottle of milk from the other kid. Have I been labeled a negligent parent by the Gymboree folks because of our arriving-in-time-for-class ways? Maybe Sadie just wanted to sit on the bench beside the other little girl today, you know.
After doing our weekly penance at Gymboree, we headed to Sadie's two-year well-baby check-up. The pediatrician proclaimed her to be a completely normal toddler, but also told me that she'd be talking more if she wasn't still "confused by all of the Thai that she's heard" but to give her more time before worrying. That comment also seemed sort of strange to me, but maybe it isn't. It actually makes me more worried, though, because I imagine us moving on to our next assignment somewhere else, with Sadie still having very simple language skills, and hearing, "Well, it's because of all of the Vietnamese she'd heard!". Gah.
Am I allowed to whine about just one more thing here? It's my gas stovetop. It hates me. It has two burners, and for the last two weeks, they have pretty much refused to ignite. They go "poof" and then when I turn the dial back to the set the flame level, they extinguish completely. My husband, however, has no problem using the stove. It's really too bad that he wasn't around when I wanted to steam some broccoli for dinner tonight ...