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Two little blond heads share the pillow next to her. She squints at the clock and is amazed to see 7, 3 and 0 illuminated. “Have they EVER slept this late before? Awesome!” Then the events of 2am come back to her and she wonders if it was worth the extra sleep. At least one of them made it to the toilet. The other, well, a mop for the bathroom floor and some wet towels on the carpet got most of it. Fingers crossed they feel better this morning.
Only Girl in the World pounds out as we cruise down the suburban avenue. I’m excited and I know why. I wonder if little J is excited for the same reason. Unlikely. His giddiness is probably due to the passing of a stop sign, one of his favorite items to identify as we drive along. A two year old just doesn’t get pumped up about one’s first organic produce box the way his food-loving mother does.
My toddler is transitioning from crib to bed. Every time he wakes up, he realizes that he’s no longer confined. What does he do? He JUMPS! An excited thunder from bed to floor, from floor to bed and then back again.
His floor also happens to be our bedroom ceiling.
I am so tired. Read the rest of this entry »
It’s called Eating Alone: The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.
Check it out and then let me know what you eat when you’re alone and why.
My husband (G) was on his way home. I hoped his car was nowhere near the storm’s path. I was scared. I’m just not used to the crazy weather here in Florida. (Don’t even mention the H-word).
J and I huddled in the closet and watched monster truck videos on Youtube (his fave is Grave Digger) in between FB checks to see if my nearby friends had news (I trust them more than the weather stations!). Read the rest of this entry »
Multiple Choice Question: What do you do when your parenting partner goes out of town?
a) Beg for mercy.
b) Ask your mom to visit.
c) Make it easy on yourself and allow a few days of continuous cartoon-watching.
d) Invite friends over for the evenings: You supply the wine, they supply conversations that do not include the words mommy, poo poo or Idon’twantto.
One night last week my mom posted on Facebook that she and my dad were cozily waiting out the blizzard that was blowing through Manitoba. I woke the next morning imagining snow on the ground. I looked out the window at lush palm trees with a bright blue backdrop and felt lost. I plastered a smile on my face and went upstairs to get my toddler ready for the day. I asked, “What do you want to do today?” He said, “Go to the park, Mommy!” And why not? It is *sigh* 82 degrees out there after all.
Swings, slides, sand (lots of digging) and a couple of hours later, J and I were walking home from the park singing our ABCs. From behind a hedge I heard, “Who’s doing such nice singing?” J pointed and shouted (very very loudly), “Wook Mommy! A wady!” There was a woman in her yard gardening. She chuckled, “A boy with such a nice voice deserves an orange. Come around back and I’ll give you one.” J ran to her and began happily plucking oranges from her tree (never mind that we have about a million on our own trees at home). She then asked J, “Do you like lemonade?” He nodded his head vigorously. “If I give your Mommy some lemons, will she make you some?” We both nodded our heads vigorously.
As we watched her picking round bumpy lemons from her tree I thought, “I wish we had a lemon tree…oh wait, we do have one…but its lemons are small and seedy and taste bitter and …OH MY GOD…they definitely don’t smell like this…would it be weird to bite through the peel and eat the whole thing here in her yard? What if I just stand here holding it up to my nose while breathing deeply?”
After many thank yous we headed home for lunch. Once there J insisted that he didn’t want any lemonade. After all, if life gives you oranges shouldn’t your mom make you orange juice? (How he’s not sick of the stuff by now, I don’t understand). I, on the other hand, had been given lemons and when life gives me lemons I make Citron Pressé.