This morning, I assembled Precious' toddler bed (a giveaway from my wonderful neighbors). I put it in her room right next to crib to let her get used to it being there. She spent the morning happily playing on it with her animals, books, and Leapfrog toy.
When it came time for her nap, I asked her if she wanted to sleep in her crib or in her new bed. She chose the bed, and I explained the rules: 1) You have to stay put, or get a spanking, 2) No playing with toys, and 3) You may get out to go to the potty only. I just checked on her a few minutes ago, and she's asleep! That transition went a lot more easily than I thought it would. We'll see about nighttime... tonight.
While I was singing with my sisters Saturday, New Daddy had a free-for-all day, one he's been deserving for a very long time. It has become apparent to us that he's working in a sweatshop that churns out code like crazy. Last Saturday, he checked out Palm Harbor Homes and then headed to the Chattooga for some fall trout fishing. He didn't catch anything, but he did get a nice look at some very interesting deer poo that he described to me in most entertaining detail. Along with some bear tracks...
However, ever since we got home, his neoprene waders have been scaring me. He hung them in the doorway to the basement on his pull-up bar, and every time I would go down to do laundry, it looked like a man standing there. So... I moved them. They are now in a reclining position on the back of a chair.
And now, a mom-loses-her-brain moment. I was stirring Precious' yogurt on the table while I held Bubby. The yogurt tipped over and made a sizeable puddle on the table. My first instinct: get rid of the child and clean up. Thinking I had Precious, not Bubby, I put him on the floor, where he immediately flopped over onto my foot. Whooops! Thus, I had a wailing infant, and still a mess...
Lastly-- much to my great amusement, Precious has discovered the sport of body surfing on the kitchen floor. Was it that dirty, that I needed my toddler to mop it with her stomach?
When it came time for her nap, I asked her if she wanted to sleep in her crib or in her new bed. She chose the bed, and I explained the rules: 1) You have to stay put, or get a spanking, 2) No playing with toys, and 3) You may get out to go to the potty only. I just checked on her a few minutes ago, and she's asleep! That transition went a lot more easily than I thought it would. We'll see about nighttime... tonight.
While I was singing with my sisters Saturday, New Daddy had a free-for-all day, one he's been deserving for a very long time. It has become apparent to us that he's working in a sweatshop that churns out code like crazy. Last Saturday, he checked out Palm Harbor Homes and then headed to the Chattooga for some fall trout fishing. He didn't catch anything, but he did get a nice look at some very interesting deer poo that he described to me in most entertaining detail. Along with some bear tracks...
However, ever since we got home, his neoprene waders have been scaring me. He hung them in the doorway to the basement on his pull-up bar, and every time I would go down to do laundry, it looked like a man standing there. So... I moved them. They are now in a reclining position on the back of a chair.
And now, a mom-loses-her-brain moment. I was stirring Precious' yogurt on the table while I held Bubby. The yogurt tipped over and made a sizeable puddle on the table. My first instinct: get rid of the child and clean up. Thinking I had Precious, not Bubby, I put him on the floor, where he immediately flopped over onto my foot. Whooops! Thus, I had a wailing infant, and still a mess...
Lastly-- much to my great amusement, Precious has discovered the sport of body surfing on the kitchen floor. Was it that dirty, that I needed my toddler to mop it with her stomach?
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