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Adventures in self-sufficiency
Dec. 8th, 2008 11:22 pmIt is with great pride I announce that our little hero can pee on request (not in the potty, but we're working on that) and when you hold a tissue to his nose and say, "blow!" he will give you the tiniest little snort through his nose. Whew. I can't yet see the light at the end of those tunnels, but possibly it is just round the next curve.
I put Bonzo to bed tonight, and rather than being the forty-five minute chewfest it usually is, he sipped a little milkies and crawled up onto my shoulder to doze off. It was really heavenly, and made me not want to put him down. Note to self: the rough sleep is just a phase. Note to kid: see how much happier Mama is to cuddle you when you are not biting, drooling, and pulling at her shirt? Note to kid's future self: if it didn't work on me, it is CERTAINLY not going to work on anyone else you know.
When he was awake, it was a whole different story. Whine-whine-whine-MILKIES!-whine-whine-KITTY!-whine-BAGEL!-whine-whine-whine. Tonight he said two amazing things: "All aboard the kitty!" (Um, no) and "No baff!" He loves his bath. There is no reason on God's green earth that he wouldn't want to take a bath twice a day. He's putting his foot down about this whole parentocracy we've got going on in this house; the Man is obviously trying to keep him down with his insistence on basic hygiene, gravity, and not trying to drink from the semi-rinsed milk carton he's fished from the recycle bin. Combine that with his skill of running into his room and slamming the door, and the teen years seem disturbingly close.
Work is long and difficult so far this week. (Dudes. Only Monday? MONDAY? How can it be?) My knitting projects are underperforming, I'm starting to feel seriously grim from the lack of light, and my music player has gone all emo on me. It's winter, I get it; can we just fast-forward to April?
PS Only ten days left to order me a Dr. Horrible DVD through Amazon.com. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I put Bonzo to bed tonight, and rather than being the forty-five minute chewfest it usually is, he sipped a little milkies and crawled up onto my shoulder to doze off. It was really heavenly, and made me not want to put him down. Note to self: the rough sleep is just a phase. Note to kid: see how much happier Mama is to cuddle you when you are not biting, drooling, and pulling at her shirt? Note to kid's future self: if it didn't work on me, it is CERTAINLY not going to work on anyone else you know.
When he was awake, it was a whole different story. Whine-whine-whine-MILKIES!-whine-whine-KITTY!-whine-BAGEL!-whine-whine-whine. Tonight he said two amazing things: "All aboard the kitty!" (Um, no) and "No baff!" He loves his bath. There is no reason on God's green earth that he wouldn't want to take a bath twice a day. He's putting his foot down about this whole parentocracy we've got going on in this house; the Man is obviously trying to keep him down with his insistence on basic hygiene, gravity, and not trying to drink from the semi-rinsed milk carton he's fished from the recycle bin. Combine that with his skill of running into his room and slamming the door, and the teen years seem disturbingly close.
Work is long and difficult so far this week. (Dudes. Only Monday? MONDAY? How can it be?) My knitting projects are underperforming, I'm starting to feel seriously grim from the lack of light, and my music player has gone all emo on me. It's winter, I get it; can we just fast-forward to April?
PS Only ten days left to order me a Dr. Horrible DVD through Amazon.com. Don't say I didn't warn you.
