La La Land
The strangest thing happened yesterday morning: I asked Ryan to go get his slippers, and he said, "Okay."
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No "No", no "I don't want to wear slippers," no "Will you help me?", no going to do something else. I asked him to be sure to get up on that side of the bed every day.
We were able to open just a couple more presents before needing to get out of the house on a warmish December day. We strolled up to the park and threw the kids in the playground, Erin discovering that she's a big fan of slapstick, laughing uproariously by me pretending to get kicked in the face by her swing.
Barely able to get some soup and grilled cheese pita sandwiches into the kids before nap, which was rudely interrupted by fire & rescue sirens. I was able to get Erin back to sleep, who lasted another 45 minutes...before more sirens woke her up (new rule: if you don't see emergency vehicles coming, they get to shoot you out of the way with a bazooka. No need to keep waking up my daughter just so they can get through intersections faster).
Erin and I watched some TV and ate raisins until her mother got up, then I offered to take Erin with me to go get some take n bake pizza. She chatted away in the car, and when we had to wait in a small line, I bounced her around the foyer, her singing away the whole time, a lilty, lovely "la-la-laaaa.." over and over again. I just wish Ainsley could see her like this. Of course, we get home, and as soon as Erin sees her mother, she starts crying, reaching out for her, wanting to be held, wanting to nurse, don't let me go. As terrible as they may end up being, I can't wait for her "two"s, since then at least she'll be able to communicate what she's feeling.
We ended up having a very fun night, as we gathered around the living room table to eat the pizza and watch "Mamma Mia!", which my wife got for me. When the first song came on, my daughter started dancing like a crazy luauer, clapping and swaying, while Ryan just furrowed his brow, mouth agape, wondering why this girl was suddenly singing (Oh, because the Wiggles never do that). He eventually got into the spirit of things, dancing by the table, waving his new construction equipment utensils around in the air, while Erin climbed around on the floor, going "la la laaaa" whenever a song came on. And I would swear she's making air-guitar-like movements, too.
Able to get them in and out of the bath, and both kids crashed hard...Erin even slept six and half hours, no doubt helped by her new Metallica "Rockabye Baby" CD. She was up for an hour between 3 and 4, then slept until 7:30. If we could get the dogs to start using our toilet instead of wanting to get up at 7, we actually might get some sleep around here.
!
No "No", no "I don't want to wear slippers," no "Will you help me?", no going to do something else. I asked him to be sure to get up on that side of the bed every day.
We were able to open just a couple more presents before needing to get out of the house on a warmish December day. We strolled up to the park and threw the kids in the playground, Erin discovering that she's a big fan of slapstick, laughing uproariously by me pretending to get kicked in the face by her swing.
Barely able to get some soup and grilled cheese pita sandwiches into the kids before nap, which was rudely interrupted by fire & rescue sirens. I was able to get Erin back to sleep, who lasted another 45 minutes...before more sirens woke her up (new rule: if you don't see emergency vehicles coming, they get to shoot you out of the way with a bazooka. No need to keep waking up my daughter just so they can get through intersections faster).
Erin and I watched some TV and ate raisins until her mother got up, then I offered to take Erin with me to go get some take n bake pizza. She chatted away in the car, and when we had to wait in a small line, I bounced her around the foyer, her singing away the whole time, a lilty, lovely "la-la-laaaa.." over and over again. I just wish Ainsley could see her like this. Of course, we get home, and as soon as Erin sees her mother, she starts crying, reaching out for her, wanting to be held, wanting to nurse, don't let me go. As terrible as they may end up being, I can't wait for her "two"s, since then at least she'll be able to communicate what she's feeling.
We ended up having a very fun night, as we gathered around the living room table to eat the pizza and watch "Mamma Mia!", which my wife got for me. When the first song came on, my daughter started dancing like a crazy luauer, clapping and swaying, while Ryan just furrowed his brow, mouth agape, wondering why this girl was suddenly singing (Oh, because the Wiggles never do that). He eventually got into the spirit of things, dancing by the table, waving his new construction equipment utensils around in the air, while Erin climbed around on the floor, going "la la laaaa" whenever a song came on. And I would swear she's making air-guitar-like movements, too.
Able to get them in and out of the bath, and both kids crashed hard...Erin even slept six and half hours, no doubt helped by her new Metallica "Rockabye Baby" CD. She was up for an hour between 3 and 4, then slept until 7:30. If we could get the dogs to start using our toilet instead of wanting to get up at 7, we actually might get some sleep around here.
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