Adventures of a snow day
Mar. 2nd, 2009 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
judecorpI was checking my e-mail in the living room while Punk played in her bedroom. At first I heard her "reading" to herself and climbing in and out of her little baby rocking chair, but then I didn't hear anything at all - which of course is always a very bad sign. I went into her room and she had pulled all of her pants out of her dresser and they were all over the floor. (This is a pretty common occurrence when I leave her alone in her room.) I very exaggeratedly gasped and asked, "What happened??!" and she looked up and without missing a beat said, "Clothes happened." It seriously was the funniest thing she's said in a long time.
She also spent a good portion of the afternoon pulling containers out of the recycle bin and pretending to dump their contents into some of the random bowls in the kitchen. It's the first time she's ever really wanted to play like that and she got a kick out of telling me, "Cook."
I guess I've asked her one too many times, "Do you want this, or something else?" because now when she doesn't like what we're reading/watching/eating, she will often say, "Else."
She seriously cracks me up.
What a trouble maker.
She also spent a good portion of the afternoon pulling containers out of the recycle bin and pretending to dump their contents into some of the random bowls in the kitchen. It's the first time she's ever really wanted to play like that and she got a kick out of telling me, "Cook."
I guess I've asked her one too many times, "Do you want this, or something else?" because now when she doesn't like what we're reading/watching/eating, she will often say, "Else."
She seriously cracks me up.
What a trouble maker.
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Date: 2009-03-03 01:17 pm (UTC)Sounds like a programmer.
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Date: 2009-03-03 02:23 pm (UTC)nice pantiliner on the floor. dirty bitches.
xoxo
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Date: 2009-03-04 12:24 am (UTC)You turd.
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Date: 2009-03-04 02:28 am (UTC)On the upside, we don't have pantiliners on our floor and he thrills in taking the clean clothes out of the basket and helping me put them in the right drawers.
but, seriously, when did you trade your high maintenance, no-sleeper in for the perfect toddler?
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Date: 2009-03-04 02:36 am (UTC)If it makes you feel better, the minute I /do/ make it back into her line of sight I am inundated with: MAMA, SIT DOWN! MAMA, READ! SIT DOWN! READ! READ GEORGE! MORE BOOKS, PLEASE! MAMA! SUPER WHY! SUPER WHY! SING! SING SUPER WHY! FLY! FLY! SUPER WHY! HIP HIP HOORAY! MICKEY MOUSE CLUBHOUSE! SING, MAMA! SIT DOWN! POTATO HEAD!!! MORE, PLEASE, POTATO HEAD! And really, she only doesn't want me around when she is in something she shouldn't be. She NEVER calls for me when she is drinking out of the cats' water dish, for example.
The sleeping has taken a turn in the last week and a half or so. Now she wants to talk/sing/play for 1-2 hours before going to sleep. (However, she does not cry and does not want me to come.) I have had to put on the "mama" voice and tell her that I don't want to hear any more talking. Whoops!
(Also, she still wakes up in the middle of the night and calls for me until I bring her to bed.)
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