An experiment

Long before we changed A’s crib into a toddler bed, she had been complaining about her bed. I always took it to mean that she didn’t like the crib, but M had an interesting point last night at 2 am or so. Maybe she actually doesn’t like her bed. Or mattress. Or something about the place in which she sleeps.

So tonight after an hour plus of hysteria at bedtime, I whipped out the inflatable bed that C sleeps in when visiting grandparents and A got a huge smile on her face.

A: “A’s bed?”

Mommy: “Would you like to sleep here?”

A: “Oh yeah. No crib. A sleep bed.”

While it still took another 15 minutes for her to fall asleep, she did not try to escape from the bed, and commented several times on how she was not in her crib but in a bed. I’m reserving judgment until we have experienced sustained changes in her sleeping patterns, but I’m starting to wonder if in fact she has been trying to tell us what is wrong all along and we have been too dumb to figure it out.


Out of the mouths of preschoolers

C: “Mommy, you have a very squishy belly.”

Daddy: “C, that’s not nice!”

C: “But it’s true…”

A desperate plea

So I have apparently been put in charge of the craft activity for the Valentine’s Day party at C’s preschool. Based on my previous performances in the arts and crafts department, I’m a little unclear exactly what the teachers hope to accomplish here beyond humiliating me in front of all of C’s friends and the other mommies, but apparently “it’s my turn.”

Please, oh please, will someone with more talent and creativity than I offer up a suggestion of what art project I can possibly accomplish with 14 three to four year olds in the space of 15 minutes that somehow relates to my least favorite holiday. And preferably one that doesn’t involve scissors…

Please no

C, A, and I spent the afternoon puttering around the local bookstore, which oh so conveniently has a TtFTE train table. Having learned my lesson on earlier visits I insisted on a trip through the cooking and food section before heading to the children’s section and picked up a new bread book (or two) to browse while the kids fought over germ laden trains that are identical to the ones we have at home. Much fun was had by all.

After we finally exhausted the fun to be had at the train table, C picked out a TtFTE book, and A picked out a Blue’s Clues book and we headed to the registers. On the way I tried to take a detour through the travel section. As I desperately tried to determine whether I wanted this book, or this book, C started tugging on my arm. I tried to read furiously and ignore him, but after a minute or so he became insistent.

C: “Please no Mom.”

Mommy: “Excuse me? Please no what?”

C: “Please no is what people say when they no longer want to do what their mommies are doing. So please no.”

To which I could do nothing but laugh and abandon the travel section for a later date.

They are the champions…

For the last week I’ve been participating in the Blog Olympics over at Barbara’s. My hat is off to Running2Ks and Uisce, the Blog Olympic co-champions. They played hard, fair, and are amazing bloggers. Hop on over and check them out, shower them with congratulatory comments, and start practicing for next year! The dynamic duo will be hard acts to beat.

Meme meme, meme meme

From Running 2K’s…I thought it was a cool one just to see what books were lying next to everyone’s computers!

1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that cool or intellectual book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.

“Make note of each new low and find where prices rise (still moving backwards in time!) by 20% or more from the lowest low to the close. When this occurs, the lowest low marks the trend start, For example, imagine that you have a toboggan about to slide down a large hill.”
– From Trading Classic Chart Patterns.

The big question that remains (besides what the heck is this guy talking about), is why is M’s book on “my desk” (aka the top of the TV stand)? Also found near by: The ABC’s of Art (only 26 pages long though), the latest Real Simple magazine, and Prep (which is not nearly as good as Garlic and Sapphires, except from the “can I identify anyone in here” perspective).

Yes, there are miracles

6:56 am. That is the time that A woke up this morning. I’m unclear what caused her to sleep past 5 am, but I am going to wrack my brain trying to figure it out. Maybe it was the purple pajama, pink slipper combo? Maybe it was the extra song she got last night? Or maybe it was just plain dumb luck. Whatever the reason, I am happier than I have been in weeks. It’s amazing what joy the little things in life can bring.

Vegging Out

Every morning A watches her favorite episode of the Wiggles while having her cup of milk. In this particular episode, the Wiggles instruct their little charges how to dress up to go out in the rain. Every morning, A races out of the family room to put on her coat, hat, and boots. And every morning, it catches me by surprise. You would think by now I would clue in and have the outfit all laid out, but every morning I have to go digging to find everything.

I think part of the reason it catches me by surprise is that even though it happens every morning, I am still not expecting it as it is so different from how C watches TV. C uses the TV to veg out and destress, much like I do. He tends to want to watch TV when he is tired, and lies down on the couch to watch passively. No matter how you try to get him to answer the characters when they ask him a question, or do the dances being done, he refuses to get out from under the blankets. I understand that, I use TV for the same reasons. And if I am watching TV I certainly do not want to leave my couch to jump up and down.

A, on the other hand, watches TV with passion. She chatters back at the characters, dances around the family room, and acts out all of her favorite scenes. Watching TV with A exhausts me. I guess you could say her way of viewing is “healthier,” if watching TV could possibly even be categorized as such, but to me it defeats the purpose of being one with the couch and letting something else do the thinking and amusing for a spell.

Every time I put on the TV for my kids I feel a little guilty, but for some reason I feel less guilty putting it on for C as I understand the reasons why he wants to watch TV. When I put the TV on for A, I’m fairly confident that she would be just as happy bouncing around the playroom as I sang and danced a jig. But since I don’t sing and I don’t dance jigs, the Wiggles will have to fill in until she’s old enough for dance class.

Oh, if only I could be sunshine

You Are Sunshine

Soothing and calm
You are often held up by others as the ideal
But too much of you, and they’ll get burned

You are best known for: your warmth

Your dominant state: connecting

If I were sunshine I would shine all day. Unfortunatly, Blogthings doesn’t seem to have a direct connection to the weatherman in the sky.

Guilty Pleasures

For the first time in several months I am actually reading a book that has captured my interest, Garlic and Sapphires by Ruth Reichl, a former NYT food critic. It is well written, funny, and makes my mouth water. Everytime I read a book like this I wish I had a more discerning palette as I think my dream job just might be a food or wine writer. But I can’t pick out the flavors well enough to even consider such a career so I read the works of others and drool.

I was so engrossed this afternoon that when C self-released himself from quiet time early that I not only indulged him, I offered up a full hour of TV so I could keep reading. While I felt rather guilty about this bribe, it was well worth it. C was a bit perplexed as to why I would choose to read rather than follow the exploits of Thomas the Tank Engine and Friends, but when his show was over he came and snuggled next to me in the chair with his book. He then pretended to read for a full thirty seconds before shoving my book aside and replacing it with his. But for those thirty seconds, I had a brief glimpse of what life might be like many years from now when everyone can read all by themselves. I can’t wait.