I feel like I haven’t written a post in 100 years. And yet, my life still goes on, chock full of mishaps and adventures and things I note in my head to write about yet instantly forget. Such as:
-Kyle at JC Penney last weekend. We went to the shoe section because I had my eye on a pair of cool-ass Skechers I saw in the sale flyer. As I rolled the stroller past the racks, Kyle’s eyes got wide and he cried “SHOES! SHOOOOOS!” over and over again. He grabbed a pair of brown heels off the display and clutched them for dear life.
-Kyle at Toys R Us. He spotted a Kyle-sized Elmo doll and leaned toward him. I stupidly picked the doll up to show him, and he hugged him and said “el-MO!” and smiled and kissed him and exuded such glee that I, duh, had to buy him. Luckily he forgot all about Elmo by the time we got home so I hid him in the back room for Christmas.
-Me at my job interview today. I was an hour late because I had it in my head that the interview was scheduled for 9:30 when it was, in fact, at 9:00. I did not want to blame it on mommy brain or being pregnant even though the interviewers were women, so I told the truth: that I suffered from temporary idiocy. Then of course there was the traffic which conspired against me, and then the parking situation – there was none, so I sweet-talked a construction crew into letting me pretend I was with them and I parked next to their cars in an alley. That alone should prove how great I am at thinking on my feet, and should get me the job.
-The guest bathroom. The one with the bathtub in it…and that’s all. We’re remodeling the antiquated rest of it, so it’s unusable for now. That means I showered Kyle the other night, which was not pretty. He was so thrown by the water sprinkling in his face that he whined the whole time. Whining in the shower reverberates even worse than normal. Luckily, my inventive husband tried a different approach last night. He emptied out a festive cold-drinks tub which was filled with toys and it became a washtub! Voila! He put it in the shower, filled it with water, and popped Kyle in like a chicken in a pot of broth. I got a picture of it…I’ll post it later.
Well, that’s all I have time here, but before I go, here’s the link to my latest Mommy Times article. It’s all about how the whole lack of sleep thing never really goes away…
The Elmo episode is SO funny! I had no idea he could even SAY Elmo! And your article is hysterical!
But of COURSE he had to have Elmo… you are just lucky he is still young enough that he will forget about it so you can use it for a Christmas present! And the sleeplessness… if it is any comfort (which it is probably not), you are not alone. I can count on one hand the nights my girl has slept through the night in 2 1/2 years. She now wakens in the middle of the night and comes into “Mommy bed”. We have, however, trained her that if she wants to sleep in our bed, she must sleep the right-way… what is it with toddlers wanting to sleep side-ways? We kept telling her if she insisted on sleeping side-ways she was going back to her own bed until she finally figured out we meant it. The bed we all share is the queen-size one I had when I was single… back then I never imagined I’d be sharing it with a hubby and a daughter!
p.s MUST see the pics of Kyle in the pan in the shower!
Kids are basically Kleptos aren’t they. I mean, you take them through a mall and they reach out and grab random objects and declare “IT’S MINE!” and want to keep it.
Jackson has a fascination with shoes too, and one of my purses. Elmo is also the only character he knows (check out the giggle Elmo chair – pricy, but I think he will love it AND it “matches” our living room furniture. On the rare chance I let Jacks sleep with me, he sleeps sideways too. How is it that kids can grow up so far away, and still be so much the same!
suz