Imagine a parental stress continuum. At one end is the mythical and totally unatainable smiling happy family lounging on a white couch. At the other end: stress-eating peanut butter out of the jar at midnight.
Just a few of the questions being asked lately by the resident 4-year old : Do grasshoppers have ears? (Yes, on their legs apparently, according to my husband-scientist) Why don't they play more Queen Beyoncé on the radio? (I hear you and I have no answers to this) What is God? (WHERE DID THIS COME FROM...ASK ME… Continue reading Inquiring minds want to know
Today the shortest and most precocious member of the household woke me up full of ideas. Could we surprise daddy with early late father's day? Could we get a cat and name him Sparky Fur?
Rush home from pre-school, grab your mother and pull her into her bedroom. Dogs are allowed to stay. Dads are not! Get on the bed and lay down on a pillow, telling your mother in a conspiring tone, "we need to lay here to talk about SURPRISING* DADDY!" Cross your adorable little feet. Watch your… Continue reading How to Plan a Party, 4-year old style
4:02 a.m. Child climbs into bed with me. Husband is blissfully asleep in guest bed "getting over a the stomach flu." Please, you know he is psychic and predicted this event transpiring. 4 y.o.: "It is dark!" Me: "Yes Z, it is the middle of the night." 4yo: "I AM THE CHEESE MONSTER!" Me: perplexed. Laughs. [READ MORE]
This morning my four-year-old woke up, strutted into the living room stark naked and declared "Good morning my little lovely!" Now that's what I call an entrance.
3:01 a.m. 4-year old: "Maaaaaaaah-meeee, it's time to watch Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles!! Time to make the caaaaaaaaawwwwfeeeeee!" me: "No, it's definitely not. Go back to sleep."
Four is learning to whistle along with Peppa Pig. Four is puppet shows and pirouettes.
My daughter had an epic tantrum at Target today, and I'm pretty sure she did it on behalf of all of us. I mean after this week, who doesn't want to flail on the floor kicking and screaming while flinging Target Optical business cards in all directions? We were at Target to buy a bike… Continue reading My Kicking, Crying Child Was All of Us Today
I read about some music that has been proven by science to be the most relaxing and I thought, a HA! WE WILL TRY THIS. So while my husband was trying to get the kid to sleep I listened to it to try it out. I nearly fell asleep. Oh this was good. When it was (inevitably) my turn to take over trying to get this child to go the f to sleep, I brought my handy music playlist. This is a recap of how it went down...