Wipin' Butts and Takin' Names
January 13, 2010 
Oh, how I need naptime.
Not for me. No. I'm generally not a big napper. Or a little napper. Or even a cat napper, daydreamer or dreamweaver.
(I'm not really sure what a 'dreamweaver' is, but I know that I'm not one, so I feel safe in saying this.)
I'm more of a 'sleep hard from 9pm to 7am' kind of gal.
I need naptime for my children. And for the pudgy little munchkin that I also watch a couple days a week. I love them all dearly. So dearly. I love it that I get to spend my days with them. But when naptime comes (and somehow I have them all on a simultaneous napping schedule... a 3-year-old, 18-month-old and a 3-month-old... don't ask me how I happen to have this good fortune) it is utterly blissful silence.
What do I do with this blissful silence?
I sit down and write about them, of course.
Did you know that Little Blue Eyes is now 3 years old, potty trained and has the vocabulary of a thirty-nine-year-old?
Mmm hmm. That's mostly true.
O.k., o.k.... I'll come clean. The potty training is excellent, although he does still wear a pull-up to bed and pees in it at will. But he's making the choice to pee in it, which is really the most important part. Just like he makes the choice to usually do his business on the toilet and is capable of putting his pants back on all by himself.
I said he's capable of it. I didn't say he always does it... The putting back on of the pants part. Much to the dismay of some of our family members and some other random friends or acquaintances or strangers.
We're working on that one.
As for the vocabulary... I may be stretching it a bit. But he is a very good little conversationalist and he talks to his aunties on the phone (real or imaginary) daily.
He is and always has been our punkin' wunkin', our snuggle chub, our monkeyshine.
Sigh.
Burst with pride.
O.k., I'm ready to continue on...
How 'bout this little character? Note that she is now in pigtails! Or maybe they're more like 'piglet' tails. Miss Peaches is full of the dickins. Walking, running, climbing and TALKING. Talking like nobody's business.
Saying things like have it, get it, start it, and dump out... She's bossy.
She also says please, thank you, excuse me, bless you and everyone's favorite, how 'bout? She's polite.
Then there's hold you, love you, kiss and sorry. She's sweet.
Like every woman, she's got a lot of layers.
My own personal favorite was a few weeks ago when she said, "Loves me." I didn't understand her at first, so I said, "What?" She continued... "Jesus.... loves me.... for the..... Bible..... tells me...... SO!"
She's also still really loud.
Luckily she's tempered her outbursts a bit and seems to have grown out of a phase of shrieking -- loudly and really high-pitched, of course -- when she didn't approve of something. We're hoping we don't revisit that phase.
And we're still hoping that she uses her amplitude for something bigger and better one day, like being an opera singer or an auctioneer.
A mother can dream.
But not for too long 'cause I've got sleepin' babies and I'm burnin' daylight. Catch ya later!
Reader Comments (1)
Such cute darlings! Oh, I miss those days of mommyhood! They went by so fast.
Little Peaches is truely a doll. She needs to be in a beauty pageant.......oh, wait nevermind. She's too cute for that.