Nap Time!
I guess I’m going to have to switch from pre-bed time posting to mid-nap posting. Perhaps Erik likes staying up till 11 because he sleeps in till 10? Makes sense. I got him up at 8:30 this morning in hopes of improving things tonight. Our schedule went Ka-Boom* when daylight savings switched on and we haven’t been able to get back into the groove. And I know you all care so deeply!
We skipped the gym this morning in favor of a playdate. I’m upset that the Tot Lot now contains a slide that’s taller than I am. It also has three openings on the sides, which means I have to play Baby Roulette. Which side will he decide to jump off? Where should I stand? I only made a mistake in the game once, but luckily a dapper old Asian grandpa ran and caught him. Erik likes grandpas. There were three grandpas at the park and Erik spent time sitting on the laps of each of them. And it wasn’t because they were pervy and calling him over. He would just walk right up to them and jump up on their laps, much to their surprise. None of them minded, but it does make me wonder where the kid got his social genes from. I don’t make it a habit to sit on the laps of strange men and I’m pretty sure Mike doesn’t either.
Somehow, I’m already worried about a teen pregnancy scare.
On a completely different note, it’s become apparent that Magic Magician Extraordinaire is out of the running for a second career path. Erik found a marble the other day and held on to it for over an hour while we were outside. I was nervous and kept telling him not to put it in his mouth and he obeyed until we got home and I laid him in bed. He hid under the covers from me and wouldn’t look at me, so I figured out the marble was in his mouth.
Yeah, I know. I let my kid put a dirty marble in his mouth. Gross. He also eats live bugs. What’s a mom to do?
Anyway, I took the marble away and he had a hissy fit. I tried to distract him and make it disappear, but he was having none of it. He knew what hand it was in and was determined to get it.
Enter super magic sleight of hand skills. Or not.
I tried to make that stupid little marble seemingly disappear, but the kid wasn’t buying it. He was on to me and never once took the bait. It’s pretty pathetic when my magic skills can’t trick a 17 month old baby.
Ok, guess I should go and actually try to get a few things accomplished while the boyo is sleeping. So many things to do, so little time.
*Never buy Ka-Boom toilet cleaner. It doesn’t work.
March 30th, 2007 at 1:56 pm
I shudder at the things Peanut has managed to get into her mouth. I seem to recall an M&M that had been on the (not as clean as I would like it to be) kitchen floor for I don’t know how long. She’s survived so far. My main thing is I don’t want her to choke. Distraction sometimes works (oh look at the babies in this book!). Sometimes trading her for something else works. Then there are those times when she screams and screams and you would think I was killing puppies in front of her for all the noise she makes.
Toilets – you haven’t lived until you’ve tried those Clorox drop in the tank tablets. Saves me a load of time. Oh and Mr. Clean Magic Eraser will get crayon off of pretty much anything.
April 1st, 2007 at 7:43 am
I remember reading somewhere that when kids are raised amongst germs (ie: not in a sterile, anti-bacterial environment), they actually become healthier, because they build up immunities. My kids should live forever.
Anyway, the point is – I wouldn’t worry about the dirt on the marble. I’m with Emee above, though – the choking hazard is scarier.
I’m also with her re: Magic Eraser. Greatest invention since sliced bread.