Friday, April 16, 2010

Morning People

Nyobi is a morning person.  I pick her up totally asleep and within five minutes she is bouncing all over the living room and her big sister.  This is a problem.  Cora is definately not a morning person.  I have never witnessed fangs on a child so young be so long or lethal.  You fork over her milk and allow her to sack out for twenty minutes at least. 

Cue problem.  Bouncy toddler sits on big sisters legs, giggling.  Big sister kicks her off, crabbing.  I can't really be upset or happy with either one of them.  I need a couple of arm chairs to seperate the morning moods. 

I also need some coffee, evil bad moods on wake up are heredity. 

Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Beach

One of my friends showed me a play ground and beach place in South Haven, Michigan.  Aside from the pirate theme, the flat, low traffic park sits across the street from the beach bluff.  A helpfully sturdy stairway allows for immediate access down to the sand and shore.

It is April in Michigan, so after consulting the weather forecast, and seeing that the temperature would be high of seventy five, in between two days of rainstorms, and a low wind from the lake, I decided that the selling point of our adventure would be the park.  The wood play structure WAS a hit.   There were abundant swings, lots of nooks and crannies, and several steel built slides.  Several other girls appeared as well, making it the perfect play date for my eldest.  It was a treat for me as well, because the extra hands made the new place less daunting.

Then we walked down to the beach.

I know what I was like for my parents at the beach.  There is something about a giant sand box and a vast expanse of water that just calls to children.  Its a magnetic force.  I swear that both children started vibrating when they saw the slow waves lapping at the windless shore.  As we neared the bottom of the stairwell, I admonished both children, "take off your shoes but just your toes."

It was a waste of breath.  The first wave to hit my sturdy toddlers ankles and her diapered butt wumped in the water.  As we attempted to lift her back up, and steady her, she leaned forward and put her face into the next wave.  After convincing her that she must hold an adult hand and only get her toes wet, I turned around to check on Cora.

My four year old playing chicken with a wave.  The depth of the lake made her feel it was necessary for her to hold up the corners of her shorts.  This kept the outside of the leg about one half an inch further out of the water, bringing its total lull clearance to about an inch.  The wave soaked her to her neck.

The two elderly people sitting on a bench at the top of the bluff drinking coffee found my frantic search of the car for dry clothes and towel substitutes hilarious.  They were kind enough to tell me I was a good parent.  I have no idea what they thought of my patient attempts to convince Cora that clothing WAS NOT optional.

I have learned my lesson.  Even if the weather forecast says it is going to snow, taking children to the beach requires dry clothes swimsuits and towels for everyone.  Now if you excuse me, I need to go vacuum my car.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Frustration

My eldest decided to give her polly pocket a bubble bath, in a cup on the counter of the sink in the bathroom.  Unable to reach the bubble bath, she looked under the sink for a spare.  She found another white bottle and added some to the cup.  No bubbles.  She added more and stirred with a paint brush. 

I do not know when in this repetative cycle I appeared.  What I do know is that Cora was so frustrated she turned to me and said  "its NOT bubbling" then put her hands on her hips to frown at the cup.  Suddenly it dawned on her that bathing toys in cups on the sink was not an activity I usually condoned, and she looked back at me with a look of horror that said "Shoot, I'm caught."

Its frustrating when the conditioner refuses to act like bubble bath Cora.  Next time use the baby soap.

My bathroom smells like coconuts.