I know I wrote the other day about having a challenging time with Wee One (challenging with a toddler? Who would have guessed?) but today is a new day and things really are grand.
I got gold coins today. To put in our shoes tonight. For St. Nicholas Eve. This is a big step.
Since Wee One’s arrival, I’ve been trying to figure out what I want to tell her about Santa and all the other Christmas “things.” Do I want to do Elf on the Shelf? Do I want to go all out with Santa? Only talk about Jesus? Talk about the other holidays around the end of the year?
I think all parents can relate, on some level. This was from about a year ago, when Wee One was much wee-er:
Living here at Casa In-Laws and having a toddler means that I’ve gotten to know a lot of their neighbors. I has especially become good friends with our next door neighbors, who are so sweet to Wee One. They have two kids of their own: 16 & 10.
A friend of mine posted a request for advice about what to do to get sleep while her 10 month old sleeps in the same bedroom. Daughter is starting to keep mom up through the night, and my friend is desperate for sleep.
Ah, how I remember those days. Rather, I remember them for their fog, not so much for what we did. At the time, it felt like it would never end, though looking back, it seems like just a blip in time.
I don’t think I’ve ever talked about our bedsharing story, so I’m going to now. Because we stepped into it quite unintentionally.
If we were having coffee, it would be iced, because unlike when we were meeting in Seattle, it is too hot to drink coffee comfortably. It would be okay if we were sitting inside, but it’s going to be so warm today that we wanted to sit outside while it is still morning and still nice.
I never wanted to write a post like this, about struggling with a toddler. But writing about this feels good. Maybe it will give you a laugh? A scene that is becoming an all too common at Casa In-Laws.
I am helping Wee One get breakfast, and I open the fridge to pull stuff out. She wants some cheese. Its wrapped in a plastic wrapper, like string cheese. If I try to open it before I give it to her, she screams “NOOOOO!”