Apparently Pippi wants to hold her sister. Throughout the day, lately, I'll hear announcements of this sort:
"I did throw away that diaper, and now I'm going to wash my hands."
"Mom, I've fed the dog, and now watch, I'm going to wash my hands."
"I just put my boots away, and now I'm going to wash my hands."
"Mom, can I sit next to you? I just washed my hands."
I think she's got the idea.
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Open Presents at 3:00 am? Sure, I'm down with that!
So, the Witch and I stayed up quite late last night making sure that Santa arrived with the proper amount of plunder in tow, and watching a pretty nifty MoTab Christmas concert involving the King's Singers.
(Hint: If you are ever wondering if the amazing Choir you are watching on PBS is MoTab, check and see if the dresses on the women look like colorful gunny sacks. If yes, then don't offer them spiked eggnog.)
On Christmas, it is a parent's prerogative to sleep in until they dang well feel like opening presents - or, more accurately, until the kids wake you up with some stunt (the opening song to Billy Joel's Glass Houses worked well for me).
So imagine my surprise when the Witch wakes me up at 3:00 to tell me two things. First, the kids are up and would like to open presents. Second, she is in labor, and maybe we should open presents right now just this once.
So we gather around the tree, and I read Luke 2, and then we open the presents in a frenzy of avarice - all the while with the Witch laboring in the background. We finish and immediate call a couple of saintly friends (it's now 3:20 am), who cheerfully come over to watch Pippi and Bardo. And off we go to the hospital.
A recap for those of you who may not be familiar with how things worked with Bardo: fast. Mad dash to the hospital, 15 minutes in the hospital itself, then a baby. We don't do that whole labor-for-ten-hours stuff.
And this time was no exception. Another mad dash to the hospital (I was literally doing triple digit speeds on the desolate freeways), another just in time arrival, another quick delivery.
So the wait is over. For purposes of this blog, I think we're going to call her Noel. But that's the Witch's call.
Monday, December 22, 2008
Waiting Around
Currently, Pippi is sitting at the counter, waiting for a friend to complete her chores and give her a call so she can go play.
Bardo is waiting impatiently for Christmas so he can finally tear into his presents.
The Warlock and I, last night, sat around the house waiting for the contractions to get too hard to ignore so we could go to the hospital and have a baby.
We're all still waiting...
Bardo is waiting impatiently for Christmas so he can finally tear into his presents.
The Warlock and I, last night, sat around the house waiting for the contractions to get too hard to ignore so we could go to the hospital and have a baby.
We're all still waiting...
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Bardo at nearly 30 months
I'm realizing that he won't be "the baby" much longer. Daily he tells me to "close my lap" so he can sit on it. But, closing my lap is kind of hard. Pretty soon he'll have to learn the ultimate lesson in sharing and taking turns--sharing mom.
He continues to be so lovable. Even when he has his own little Christmas as soon as I leave the room. He has a knack for finding his own, and opening them. He's shown me the helicopter in the dishwasher, and tells me that the dishwasher is really just a garage. He's always willing to lick a beater, and if I don't watch him carefully he'll climb onto the counter and dig through the spice cabinet. He loves Pippi and his daddy. Throughout the day he asks where they are, and he is very excited everyday when I wake him up from his nap to go get Pippi from school. He knows how to knock on the door to her room and wait for her to say "Come in" before entering. He is the worst shopping companion in the world, and still hates to sit in the stroller. He likes to walk, but often gets sidetracked. He sucks his two fingers. He thinks the mop bucket is a great place to go wading. He loves the hose. He can put Pippi's socks on his feet himself, and is so pleased by this accomplishment. He can pull up his pants. He loves to help make piles of trees and sticks. He refuses to sit in the baby swings. He torments the dog. He gets water and silverware for himself. Actually he'll get just about everything himself and doesn't wait for me to tend to his needs--accept diaper changing. He survives mostly on cheese. He loves cookies and treats. He thinks under the dining room table is a great little place to eat caramel popcorn, alone. He lets the dog out when he tries to snatch food from him, and the dog usually obeys him. He loves his friends houses. He's enchanted by babies. He pretends to make food, and is developing quite the imagination. He has the most adorable smile in the world.
He continues to be so lovable. Even when he has his own little Christmas as soon as I leave the room. He has a knack for finding his own, and opening them. He's shown me the helicopter in the dishwasher, and tells me that the dishwasher is really just a garage. He's always willing to lick a beater, and if I don't watch him carefully he'll climb onto the counter and dig through the spice cabinet. He loves Pippi and his daddy. Throughout the day he asks where they are, and he is very excited everyday when I wake him up from his nap to go get Pippi from school. He knows how to knock on the door to her room and wait for her to say "Come in" before entering. He is the worst shopping companion in the world, and still hates to sit in the stroller. He likes to walk, but often gets sidetracked. He sucks his two fingers. He thinks the mop bucket is a great place to go wading. He loves the hose. He can put Pippi's socks on his feet himself, and is so pleased by this accomplishment. He can pull up his pants. He loves to help make piles of trees and sticks. He refuses to sit in the baby swings. He torments the dog. He gets water and silverware for himself. Actually he'll get just about everything himself and doesn't wait for me to tend to his needs--accept diaper changing. He survives mostly on cheese. He loves cookies and treats. He thinks under the dining room table is a great little place to eat caramel popcorn, alone. He lets the dog out when he tries to snatch food from him, and the dog usually obeys him. He loves his friends houses. He's enchanted by babies. He pretends to make food, and is developing quite the imagination. He has the most adorable smile in the world.
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Sunday, December 07, 2008
An Unfortunate Lesson
Today I informed the Warlock of dishwasher plumbing issue. Today is Sunday.
I, in my lithe state, have crawled under the sink to manually drain the dishwasher all week long. Today I was not feeling slinky enough to maneuver into a position where I would be able to use a screwdriver to tighten the hose clamp around the dishwasher hose. I cheerfully offered to locate a plunger, leaving the Warlock home with Bardo, alone, to work on my little last-minute honey-do task. When I returned the Warlock was mad, the dishwasher was in the middle of the kitchen, and Bardo was dancing around the entryway.
The Warlock, with intensity, growled, "Please don't ever do this to me on a Sunday, again. This is a perfect Saturday task...I just taught Bardo his first four-letter word."
Whoops.
I, in my lithe state, have crawled under the sink to manually drain the dishwasher all week long. Today I was not feeling slinky enough to maneuver into a position where I would be able to use a screwdriver to tighten the hose clamp around the dishwasher hose. I cheerfully offered to locate a plunger, leaving the Warlock home with Bardo, alone, to work on my little last-minute honey-do task. When I returned the Warlock was mad, the dishwasher was in the middle of the kitchen, and Bardo was dancing around the entryway.
The Warlock, with intensity, growled, "Please don't ever do this to me on a Sunday, again. This is a perfect Saturday task...I just taught Bardo his first four-letter word."
Whoops.
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