I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Understand. I Write To Stop Time
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!”
I mean, literally, juggle!
I have some scarves that I juggle that I got from one of those learn-to-juggle kit. (It was on clearance.) Wee One has seen me do it many times, and today, she picked up two of the scarves and threw them in the air and waved her arms around. Like she was juggling. She even made the little noises that I make when I’m doing it. #Killmenowsocute!
I know that toddlers are sponges and they do what they see. I am a little touched that she is imitating me and I’m thinking about other things I want her to do, to see me do.
I really like the concept behind Positive Parenting, so I borrowed the book with the same title by Rebecca Eanes about it, and want to mention some things that I don’t want to forget, some things I hope to have with Wee One.
You know how, as a kid, when you go to your friends’ house, their toys are cooler than yours? Does that happen when you are an adult to?
That is, all the toys I see that Wee One does not have, I think are cooler, and I think I need to buy for her.
This winter, since I had some time to get “settled,” and I am in Ohio and its cold, I found Wee One some classes and activities. Not too many, because I don’t think its right for her, but some. We really liked The Little Gym in Seattle, but it’s really far from where I live, and I found a tumbling tot class nearby (and much cheaper!)
WO loves going, watching the other kids, climbing on things, and the trampoline. She is working so hard to jump these days and loves the trampoline, especially when I get on with her, hold her hands, and jump with her. To be honest, I like it, too, until I get off and then I feel it: my head injury.
It’s time for a Tell the Truth Tuesday, though a little more serious than the last one, about a lesson learned and hopefully not forgotten.
There was this mother up here I was jealous of. First of all, she’s hot – she looks great. She’s smart – a microbiologist and getting published in textbooks. She’s active, hiking and biking with her son all the time. But the real kicker was her son, who is a little younger than Wee One.
I have trouble fully digesting this one: she is the most magical beautiful thing I have ever seen, and she looks to me, wants me, to be like me. How could I ever be worth that?
I hosted a playdate today (yesterday). Several of my friends came over with their daughters T and S. Our kids are all within a few months of each other, so its nice to watch them socialize and grow up together. Especially T, she and the Wee One look so similar, it’s really cute.
Five Worst Things About Hosting a Playdate
Five Best Things About Hosting a Playdate
If we were having coffee, we would both arrive at the same time, a different shop than we normally go to, this one out in the woods. There’s a large truck idling outside, and the noise and gas its belching clashes with the serenity of the trees around us. We’re not happy about that, but the gentleman barista brings us our cappuccino. I like this part, I say to you.
The Wee One got up at 5:00 this morning, God help us. She’s been sniffly and her sleep was disjointed last night. I got up with her, we did our morning things, and she took her first (blessedly long) nap. After we got up from that and had been up for awhile, Cohiba got up as well and came out to the living room to greet us. While he was holding her,
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 