Yesterday as we were getting ready for the day, Ivy followed me into the bathroom. Have I mentioned that she talks about everything that is happening, even the smallest tidbits? So when I reached for my maxi pad (sniff sniff) she asked what it was. I said "You tell me!" She said, "your D". (short for diaper) "Yup" I said, because that is what we call them in our household because really, who are we kidding. "Why do you wear a diaper?" she asked. "Because I have my..." "Perion!" she says. "Yup, ladies get their perions because it is a part of how they make babies"... too much? It seems to satisfy her. And from now on you might just want to call it a perion because it is really cute, right?
I don't need your condolences because I am so frustrated with the whole situation that we are taking a break and trying to be happy with what we have instead of continually wanting more! Maybe easier said than done, but we will try.
We got our tree last night. It was so magical... it was pouring and we drove to the Home Depot. Although, Ivy actually thought it was magical, they had a little reindeer merry-go-round display. She said repeatedly, "I love this place!" We decorated it after she went to bed and she loved to be surprised by it this morning.
I am hosting playgroup this afternoon because I really needed to clean my house and I just CAN"T do it without motivation. The living room and dining room are done but I can't bring myself to tackle the kitchen. I want to shove everything off the counter into a big garbage bag. If only I hadn't misplaced my Faberge Egg and think it to be in said pile, I would!
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, December 08, 2008
can you fold that thing while I am pooping, please?
I have just been called to Ivy's room 4 times.
The first was because she had a boogie. I didn't want her wiping it on her sheets and I am glad that she asks for a tissue, so I obliged.
The second time she had to tinkle, fair enough. I encourage her to go by herself but until she can, I feel like this is a request to which I must respond.
The third time, she needed her top off. I had thought to myself before I left her, I had better take her sweater off, less fodder to requests, but I didn't. I know it can get uncomfortable sleeping in a cardigan, so down I went and off came the sweater. When the request came for the top to come off too, I hesitated. Kids shouldn't sleep with no clothes on in the middle of a cold snap, and then I thought, this girl is usually sweating when I get her up from her nap so maybe she has enough heat to go around, and my final thought was let's just get this kid to bed. And my next final thought was... she now could call me because she was cold, so on my way out the door I told her to get really deep under her covers so she stayed warm. There! Covered.
The next call came just moments after I had gotten comfortable again. "I need to poop!" Alright! So, an irritated me heads downstairs again. I opened the door to the guest room to get a little light instead of turning on the light and undoing all the sleepiness that had taken place (not much obviously) he saw a diaper changing pad that we had been playing with earlier in the day and said very politely and matter of factly "Can you fold that while I am pooping please? I couldn't resist! She likes it when I sit with her when she poops, so I did. She started telling me a story about her pal Eenie and how he used to sleep in her arms but now he sleeps in a crib. Actually she said "Fweeps in a twib" She is very cute but I needed to get on to other things so I left the bathroom and pretended to fold the napkins that I had already folded that morning. As soon as I left, she was done. A miracle!
Alright, now she is tucked into bed, books of her choice, naked by choice, bladder and bowels empty. Since I have been writing she has called for water, forget it, you had lots at lunch. She has been talking about our family doctor, doctor Bowman, she has been imitating a teacher at school telling Vincent, and Andrew to be quiet. She has been singing hot crossed buns with lots of different words including Da-Phe-Ne, Da-Phe-Ne, one a penny, two a penny, Da-Phe-Ne, mac and cheese, pil-low, muf-fin... etc. More requests for water, pleas for Teddy bears, calls for travel raffe... who, last time I saw him was resting in her nook reading Tom and Pippo go Sledding.
For real! Now she is crying so I had better be off to see what the EFF is going on now! Through her tears I hear "Mom, try to lie with me!" And this is how they win every time!
The first was because she had a boogie. I didn't want her wiping it on her sheets and I am glad that she asks for a tissue, so I obliged.
The second time she had to tinkle, fair enough. I encourage her to go by herself but until she can, I feel like this is a request to which I must respond.
The third time, she needed her top off. I had thought to myself before I left her, I had better take her sweater off, less fodder to requests, but I didn't. I know it can get uncomfortable sleeping in a cardigan, so down I went and off came the sweater. When the request came for the top to come off too, I hesitated. Kids shouldn't sleep with no clothes on in the middle of a cold snap, and then I thought, this girl is usually sweating when I get her up from her nap so maybe she has enough heat to go around, and my final thought was let's just get this kid to bed. And my next final thought was... she now could call me because she was cold, so on my way out the door I told her to get really deep under her covers so she stayed warm. There! Covered.
The next call came just moments after I had gotten comfortable again. "I need to poop!" Alright! So, an irritated me heads downstairs again. I opened the door to the guest room to get a little light instead of turning on the light and undoing all the sleepiness that had taken place (not much obviously) he saw a diaper changing pad that we had been playing with earlier in the day and said very politely and matter of factly "Can you fold that while I am pooping please? I couldn't resist! She likes it when I sit with her when she poops, so I did. She started telling me a story about her pal Eenie and how he used to sleep in her arms but now he sleeps in a crib. Actually she said "Fweeps in a twib" She is very cute but I needed to get on to other things so I left the bathroom and pretended to fold the napkins that I had already folded that morning. As soon as I left, she was done. A miracle!
Alright, now she is tucked into bed, books of her choice, naked by choice, bladder and bowels empty. Since I have been writing she has called for water, forget it, you had lots at lunch. She has been talking about our family doctor, doctor Bowman, she has been imitating a teacher at school telling Vincent, and Andrew to be quiet. She has been singing hot crossed buns with lots of different words including Da-Phe-Ne, Da-Phe-Ne, one a penny, two a penny, Da-Phe-Ne, mac and cheese, pil-low, muf-fin... etc. More requests for water, pleas for Teddy bears, calls for travel raffe... who, last time I saw him was resting in her nook reading Tom and Pippo go Sledding.
For real! Now she is crying so I had better be off to see what the EFF is going on now! Through her tears I hear "Mom, try to lie with me!" And this is how they win every time!
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