Wednesday, July 27, 2005


So my almost three-year old was overtired from being at the fair last night. Don't get me started on the fair, I'll save that for another time. Let's just say that at least it's not as bad a Disney World. Anyway, we spent the morning at the library, followed by an hour at the playground with another mom and her two kids. Home for an hour or so and then into the car to pay $32 to fill the tank and drive around so #1 son would fall asleep, hopefully before #2 son woke up. It took much longer than usual and was accompanied by a lot of questions. If you answer the question it prolongs the falling asleep part. I was switching radio stations (nothing good on NPR, there's only so much news from Iraq that any sane person can take), so it's the "oldies station" and wouldn't you know it, the oldies station or maybe it was the "easy listening" station, was playing the theme song from my senior prom: Heaven by Bryan Adams. It somehow seemed ironic you know, back when love was so much THE thing. Who would have thought back then that love could lead to aimlessly driving around your hometown trying to get your kids to fall asleep. I was thinking about how, with toddlers, everything is so black and white, either it's right and you have to stop at the red light (never mind trying to explain the right on red rule, or why mommy has a hyphenated name), or it's wrong as in "coyotes are bad, Papa said so." But even when we were 18 things were still black and white. LOVE. Love was the thing that was going to save us all. It would be heaven. So by that definition heaven is aimlessly driving around in my car at 3PM on a Wednesday afternoon.
Well at least I got to choose the radio station.

Saturday, July 09, 2005

And if it rains I don't mind...

All this rainy weather has been testing my "crafting" abilities. Today I cut out paper teddy bears for toddler #1 to decorate, ultimately I'm going to string them together and hang them up but we haven't gotten that far. On Tuesday we played with clay for a long time except that I made the mistake of making a pinch pot and then making in into a potty (because that's what it looked like!), then toddler #1 wanted me to make a man pee-peeing in the potty and he had to be anatomically correct of course and then Ken came by and saw it and was mortified and we referred to the little clay man as potty man for the rest of the day. Today we also cut some bugs out of colored paper and stuck them to the windows in the living room but I mostly did that project myself and toddler #1 just taped them to the window.
So toddler #1's been asking me if girls don't have penises, what then do they have? So I have to tell it like it is and so I say "girls have vaginas," which will totally mortify Ken to death, far more than potty man, but really, what can you say? But the funny thing is that toddler #1 can't say vagina at all and it comes out sounding like "pajamas" so he's going around saying "girls have pajamas," which sounds pretty innocent if not downright funny.