For The Good Of All

Is it bad that I spent a good part of the morning training my two year old how to wear headphones? I ran around pretending to be all jazzed out about the new portable DVD player I bought for him for our airplane trip next week. I made it sound all cool and special and awesome as possible. He finally dug it, and watched a whole movie. I was feeling guilty about it, so we did a mini art project afterwards. There's something weird about it, but I do it for you my fellow airline passengers. I'll pop that horsie racing movie in, and we won't hear from him again until we land. Bliss.

NLJ

Just When You Think You Have Them Figured Out

The weirdest thing happened yesterday. I let The Boy forgo nap time because he's kind of nasty when its nap time these days, and I figure if he's sitting quietly, watching a movie, at least he's resting. Then I noticed some of the other kids in the neighborhood were outside playing, and I thought it would be fun for him. So, they played for over and hour before everybody went inside. When we came in the house, I asked Henry if he wanted to have quiet time on the sofa, and he said he wanted his own bed. "Can I have my own bed? Pleeeeease?" Um, OK. So I took him upstairs and asked him if he wanted to nap in his own bed, and he said yes. And then he did, and then all was right with the world.

NLJ

True Art

I would probably be fired from my former job if they ever heard me say this: I am OK with the fact that the centerpiece on my coffee table is The Boy's firetruck. Its true. That's just where I am right now. I was cleaning the house the other day, and picking up the majority of toys and books and trying to organize everything to make it look somewhat like adults live here too. I got to the table and there's the firetruck. Its always on the table because he likes to kneel up to it and put his hand in it to pretend to drive it, and he talks to himself about what he's doing, and its so flippin' cute you just wanna eat him. So yeah, maybe its not some great object de arte, but it makes me smile whenever I see it.

NLJ

Gag Me With a Spoon

I don't know what exciting things have happened to you today, but I got barfed on. Yep, first thing on an above average Friday, I wake up and BAM! Barf. The Boy and I were hanging out in bed watching the Today Show, per usual. He grabs his sippy cup of milk and SLAMMED it. Ten seconds later there's curdled milk all over me and Blankie. TGIF like no other.

NLJ