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Monday, December 10, 2007

On Naps

I guess it really doesn't matter if you tell them that in 20 years, they will so wish they could just lay down and take a nap. At 2 and nearly a half, he couldn't care less. He'd rather chase goats, squeeze puppies or throw stuff away that shouldn't be in the garbage. Like my checkbook.

Today I let him play in his room for a while before I made him (yes, I MADE him) lay down and hope he naps. He's drinking his milk now, and he looks rather sleepy, so we'll see if I can get at least two loads of laundry washed and hung out as it's going to be 80* here today. Yes, it's December 10th. I am pretty sure that I brought Southern California here with me. Severely hot summer, extreme drought, and now, 80* December days.

But it is good for a toddler, because it means more out door time. Which means less mess to clean up inside! This morning we tried to fly his kite, which wasn't terribly successful, but he had fun watching me run around trying to get it to 'float' on thin air, without much wind. Or, rather maybe the trouble was that he'd sortof annihilated the kite about two months ago, by removing tht tails and breaking the spine a bit by stomping on it, laughing gleefully at the noise it made.

So yeah, he's sleeping now, which you may have deduced at this point, because I'm on here, writing, and not doing laundry, as afore mentioned. Ah, well, he can help me carry the corner of the blanket to the clothes line when he gets up. He likes to help. Makes great grunting noises as though whatever whispy thing I have given him to carry is about 20 lbs. Quite funny.

The great thing about naps is they *usually* wake up in a better mood in which they went down. It's like morning all over again. So Hooray for Naps. Like a two-in-one deal. Sometimes I'd like to start the day over myself, and when this old farmhouse is not so behind, I do indulge in the luxuriousness of a good snuggle with the 2 and nearly a half year old boy. So cute when he says, "mommy snuggle". Worth the checkbook in the trash any day.

Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Time flies when you're chasing a toddler.

So it's been about a year and nearly a half since I've posted on this blog. Eddie will be 2 and a half on Dec. 21st, and currently, he's all I have to reference regarding the normal insaneness of toddler-hood. Don't get me wrong, I'm fully enjoying every temper tantrum and his ability to climb as high as I am tall, but boy-oh-boy is this the most trying time of parenthood so far! Thank goodness for bedtime!

He's teaching me new things everyday. Including how to ask for chalk or crayons so many times that the authority figure just gives in to have five minutes of quiet. The squeaky wheel really does get the grease!

My favorite thing of late is when it's getting close to bedtime, and on the rare occasion that he is actually sleepy anywhere close to that time, he says to me, with sippy cup of milk in hand, "mommy snuggle" and we do. He is so sweet, loving, and affectionate. He is the gift that keeps on giving. The one I get to open every morning. Tantrums or no, he's my favorite part of every day.