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No Rhyme or Reason (…or Point)
By Moriah on September 27th, 2007
I might be suffering from a bit of blogger’s block and, needless to say, men singing loudly while dressed in tights is doing nothing for my concentration. (Andy is watching an opera and meanwhile my brain is in a fog.) But, lack of clarity has never stopped me from posting before. Pressing on.
Dolly asked what we’ve all been up to. A grand ole heap-o-nothing. Monday we met friends at the playground and NOT the one Drew wanted to go to. (He got over it.) Yesterday another friend was kind enough to have us over to play and jump on her neighbor’s trampoline and even fed us lunch. Today was a house-bound day to resurface from underneath the laundry pile.
And the following is an actual conversation I had with Drew this morning: “Mommy, I don’t want to watch Red Toy Movie. I need you to help me put the toys in the toy box and you need to bacuum my room!”
Yes, I am raising Angel Child.
[Disclaimer: I will only 'bacuum' their room when there are no toys on the floor. And they love for me to 'bacuum' their room because to them it's this huge game where they run, scream, and jump on Drew's bed and pretend to be brave as they cautiously poke a toenail down to the carpet below while the vacuum cleaner is actually running - even if it's still five feet away. And the nearer I get to the bed the louder the screams, squeals, and giggles get. It's all very entertaining, really. Plus the result is a clean room so, really, who am I to complain?]
I took them to a closer park tonight after Andy called and said he would be home late. No sense in all of us going mad from being cooped up inside. And they might as well run off some post-nap steam and get dirty enough to make bathtime worth my while.
Madeline, (otherwise known as a mini daredevil in disguise) gave me a few of her usual climbing scares. It was cute, though, when she was hanging from the bar above the slide she looked over and said, “I strong!”
Yeah. No doubt.
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Found your blog through Rocks In My Dryer and I just have to comment on this post. It’s so true and funny that kids seem to make a game out of the weirdest activities. Once my son gagged on a tongue depressor at the pediatrician’s office and I laughed and made a joke out of it to preempt him from crying. Ever since then my son (now 10) insists the doctor use a tongue depressor because he swears it’s tons of fun.