Friday, April 25, 2008

Today is...

Today is Friday. The work week for most people is over. I've put in my own hard labor this week (though not the labor I would desire to finish). My weekend project is scheduled. My child is TIRED. My back hurts, and my husband is sleepy. Its been a long-short week.

Today we played with bubbles in the living room. The tiger bubble guy finally ran out of bubbles. We set him back on the counter, and I feel secure in the knowledge that Cora has not yet learned how to access the areas where the extra bubble filling is located.

Today is a cereal for breakfast day. Its easy, Cora likes it and it vacuums out of the carpet so much easier than eggs or yogurt. The dishes can wait. The laundry gets done on weekends, the beds don't NEED to be made and two year olds don't understand the difference between pajamas and day cloths. Fortunately, neither does her father, so shes dressed for day already.

Parent hood is a lesson in importance. When you are a parent, what needs to get done shifts dramatically depending on how people are feeling and who needs attention. Right now, Cora needs Mom to be there. She needs the hugs and the bubble play and some crayon or watercolor time. She doesn't need a house with made beds, organized laundry or washed dishes.

She needed to read books with Mom this morning more than Mom needed privacy getting dressed. She needed hugs more than Dad needed to be on time leaving for work. Compared to how important this moment in her life is, privacy and five minutes that won't make you late are inconsequential.

Today is a day to appreciate the greatest gift God gave us; The little girl playing cook in the kitchen with flour, water and chocolate powder.

Tomarrow I'm gonna have alot of cleaning to do though. Perhaps I'll shampoo the carpet too.

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Foreign Policies

Raising children is kind of like operating a miniature nation within a complex system of super nations. Families have their own house policies, say, domestic (at home) policies, such as where you can eat what and the toilet seat treatment. Outside the house, children are expected to learn foreign policy, how to act in strangers houses, public, polite society, church or a store.

Foreign policies need to be simple. Cora it told "look with your eyes, not your hands." and "when not at home, ask before you enter any space you are unsure of" or "hold moms hand in parking lots and crossing streets." My favorite is the "no commenting on other peoples need to shower or not." Of course, just telling children of foreign policies does not mean that they will follow them. Of course, I'm usually able to grab her while she is in the midst of getting a better sniff of the offending person. She has the cutest little "you stink" face.

Sometimes foreign and domestic policies do not match at all. For instance, Cora is allowed to use whatever slide she wants at home, at day care, she is not allowed to use the big girl side. This creates all sorts of problems.

Sometimes foreign and domestic policies coincide. Do not play with animal food is one of those. Regardless, she tries to spoon feed the cats at home and hand feed the dogs at day care. She even tries to carry food to the kitties at nanny and grandmas house. Child of mine is sweet.

Either that or she has learned that fat animals are easier for her to catch.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Beautiful Souls.

So often I write stories of a certain mischievous two year old, and her slow pregnant mother trying to keep pace. Today I would like to do something different. Today I would like to praise a small understanding and compassionate child.

Yesterday was one of those pregnant days when I could rather have sacked out and slept all day than anything I did. By the time we were back from the Obstetrician (where in i learned that the high blood pressure/ bloating was happening again), we had ruined our flower bouquet and worn Mom to a frazzle. I was sporadically crying. I do that sometimes when pregnant. Pete would say I do that sometimes when not pregnant, but who beleives him (put your hands down).

Instead of feeding the lost crazy look in moms eyes with bad behavior, our daughter pushed me into the comphy chair, piled everything she and mom needed on top (warm weather lessens the number of animals), and curled up next to me. While she watched TV, I napped. Occassionally she gave me kisses or pats on the cheek. her warmth and understanding continued after nap time. She was an excellent child. She listened the first (or second time) instead of waiting for the third or fourth. She asked to get htings out of the fridge. It was truely amazing.

When Daddy came home (to his family having a tear fest on the couch) all good behavior ceased and she returned to her usual self. After all, Mom had someone else to take care of her. Cora no longer needed to be... Super KID!!!

(Poor Daddy)

Monday, April 21, 2008

Morning after Grammas

Yesterday, Cora went to Grammas for the day with her Dad. How exciting for her! How terrifying for me. I went to the bathroom right after they left (to pee... yes, I'm that pregnant), and sat and cried for a second. Its so hard to let go, to let them grow up.

Then, curse him, Dad left late, so I didn't even get to put Cora to bed. NO, I just got to grab a sleepy little bundle, take off her shoes and sweater and tuck her in. One imperial hand reaching up for the Magic blanket deposit. I did get a petrified little face going MOM? at 1:30 AM though. I guess the little goober did miss me after all.

Her behavior this morning was no indication. First (as she does with each unique experience) she checked to see if the Baby arrived yet. Then she wanted to see the weather, drink her milk and talk on the phone. Her new Gramma present (a tiger that throws out bubbles) did not take long to emerge from the bags. My living room was a mass of bubbles at 6:50 Am. Suddenly I remembered that bubbles could not be played with until AFTER breakfast. Its amazing how little a child can eat for breakfast.

Outside, Mom had to plead that Tigers need morning naps to get him de-activated. Inside, she decided that he needed more fillings.

And as i was happyly typing the first half of this post, she did something about tigers fillings. She got another jar of bubbles down, her breakfast fork and tiger, then proceeded to pour bubble liquid all over everything in her attempt to fill him up. I have just spent ten minutes cleaning up soap, with a crying childs help. She was crying for two reasons. First, because the bubble stuff was gone, and second because she couldn't clean it up herself.

Give them one day without mommy and they want to do everything themselves. Hey, at least it was essentially soap (and non-toxic).