The adorable song is by Sandra Boynton, from Philadelphia Chickens.
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Ultimatum
You get a fig from a fig tree, my mother says.
This was a tough weekend – every single sentence out of B’s mouth started with “Mommy …” Loads of questions. Unending negotiations. B hasn’t been getting enough sleep, so he’s grumpy. I’ve been dealing with a cranky five year old, so I’m grumpy. Continue reading
Yes, he is sleeping in a basket. No, I don’t know why.
Whine-asaurus Rex
Is it the changing season? The change in household routine? The fact that Granddaddy was here last weekend? Or is it just a function of being four years old? Continue reading
>Mini fit
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I wouldn’t buy him a toy at the hardware (!) store. (Sidebar: why does the hardware store sell toys?) He did this the entire fifteen minute walk home, stopping occasionally to throw himself down on the ground, usually in front of witnesses. When I commented on his tenacity, Mr turned to me and snarked, “Yeah, I wonder where on earth he gets that from?”
>The Cutting Edge – Toe Pick!!
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On Martin Luther King day, we went ice skating at the ancient Penn Ice Rink. Mr and I really enjoyed it – I was astonished, and impressed, to find out that my husband can skate! Pretty well! Accomplishment is very attractive.
Even I did 3-4 laps around the rink – after the first lap, I even let go of the wall and skated on my own! This was a HUGE deal for me, as I fear/despise athletic pursuits because my lack of coordination frequently undermines and humiliates me.
B, however, was not feeling the ice skating At All. In retrospect, I think that I didn’t dress him warmly enough – he would have been fine if he’d been moving around, but he was too scared to skate, and because he wasn’t moving, he was cold and miserable.
We didn’t get a single smile until after we’d handed in our skates, and the Zamboni came out. It was the highlight of our trip.
>You get a fig from a fig tree.
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So, here’s my fig. He’s turning into such a little man… a bossy, stubborn, opinionated little man. Where does it all come from?
I was having a conversation with one of my coworkers this week about something totally boring and complicated and work related, and was trying to explain about why I want to learn how to do it myself, when someone else is happy to do it for me.
The best I could come up with was, “Well, I just like to … do it myself.” The days when I realize I sound just like my four year old? Not my best days!
