March 29, 2012 § 1 Comment
Two has always seemed a cute age to me. An age when kids start talking more and giving glimpses into how their minds work. Liam has recently been entertaining us with his conversations and oversvations.
Let’s talk about penguins
Liam: “Let’s talk about penguins”
Joel: “ok, what do you know about penguins?”
Liam: “waddle, waddle waddle”
The little purple pillow
Apparently someone at daycare has a little purple pillow for nap time. Liam talked about it one weekend at every bed time.
Liam: And maybe, I wish, we could buy one for me at the store for me…but in black
Turns out that the little purple pillow is a purple lady bug Pillow Pal mini. We found a brown monkey pillow pal at the store. It’s not black but it has replaced the much loved bear-bear.
Me: “Liam, if you go poop in the potty you can have TWO chocolate chips!”
Liam: “That’s hillarious”
Yup, I’m laughing all the way to the oxyclean bucket.
We can maaaaaaake it!
Joel sitting on the couch one afternoon with Liam on his lap: “Ugh, Daddy needs more coffee.”
Liam: “Daddy needs a beer.”
Joel: “We don’t have any, buddy.”
Liam, jumping down and rudding to the kitchen: “Yeah, we can maaaaaaaaake it!”
Liam on muffins
“It’s like a cupcake”
March 7, 2012 § 1 Comment
“They’re right to call it a broken night…. You crawl back to bed and you lie there trying to do the jigsaw of sleep with half the pieces missing.” – Kate Reddy, I Don’t Know How She Does It
I’ve been trying to fit the peices for over two years. Liam is not an easy sleeper. He didn’t sleep through the night until he was a year and a half, and even then it was hit or miss. Recently there has been a weekend trip out of town, potty training, and late winter colds. It’s been a while since we’ve had a solid night of sleep.
I know parents all over the world are dancing the same jigsaw. But in the dark at 3:15am it seems like just us. I glimpse tomorrow’s exhaustion and rushed morning, and the peices shatter.
February 29, 2012 § 1 Comment
When I was in college I worked at a toy store. It was of the upscale variety that soothed parent’s reservations about buying yet another plaything because, in addition to being entertaining, these toys were also educational. A train table sat in the middle of the store and, on most mornings, was host to a group of kids playing and moms chatting. And at least several times a week the following scene would unfold:
Unseen child: I HAVE TO GO POTTY!
It was a battle call that rallied the moms from their conversations, heads simultaeously snapping to attention. With all the hillarity and mayhem of a French Farce, the moms would scramble to figure out who’s child had sounded the alarm. Eventually the mom of the offending child would emerge, kid in tow, and frantically ask me for the bathroom.
After showing her through the storeroom I’d chuckle as I went back to my work. How could a bathroom break cause such panic?
And now it’s me, running around like chicken little with my head cut off when my little boy shouts “IT’S POTTY TIME!”. The sky is falling; it lands as a puddle of pee on the floor.