TheMommyBlog

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

I think I’m going to like this place. Now if I can just get the piano/albums/former site and blogs up the staircase…

Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Mood:  irritated
Today, when I picked Logan up from school, we waited a looooong time for him to be let out by his teacher. She talked to him for a while, and I knew something was up. She said he didn’t listen well today, and constantly visited with his friends. I promised we’d work with him to remember to listen better. Then, Logan wanted to stay and play with his friend at school instead going to pick up Daddy. He yelled and said he wasn’t coming, and then launched a high-pitched scream when I started counting to three. Meanwhile, I was holding both a half-asleep Daphne and a wailing Dylan with a fresh road rash on his forehead.

Back in the car, we discussed his punishment. After I explained why he was being punished and then offered a chance to redeem himself by behaving well and listening well all the next day, I asked Logan to tell me what he understood our agreement to be.

“Mmfmfhfhmmmnnmm.”

“What’s that, honey?”

(Barely audible) “I think I’d feel better if you just stopped talking.”

Tuesday, August 26, 2003

Mood:  special
Yesterday was Logan’s first day of kindergarten, and he was soooooo excited. He was racing around the house, shouting the time to all of us every few minutes so we wouldn’t be late.

“It’s 8-5-6 on Daddy’s clock, and 8-0-0 on the microwave, and the little hand is almost on the 12 in the kitchen!”

When we all got into the car and we were just waiting for Gil to get the camera, Logan said, “Mommy, maybe Daddy shouldn’t ride with us.”

“Huh?” (On the inside.) “Um, why do you say that, honey?” (Out loud.)

“Because if we all get in this car, it won’t be able to go fast enough, and we want to get there fast.”

Long story short: Logan was fine, Daphne had a complete meldown at the Parents’ breakfast, and Dylan very quietly went straight to the backyard when we got home and sat on his trike, sadly poking the horn.

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Mood:  bright
...of all the words Daphne says at 18 months:

Daddy
Mommy
Logie (gogie)
Dylan (lblblblan
grandma
grandpa
Molly (usually shouted, followed by “Shhhh!")
Poppo
baby
flower (flowie)
cookie
SpongeBob (but not Squarepants)
Patrick
Gary
Spot
Elmo
up
down
whoa
hey!
stop that
I want to open it
sandal
yeah (never yes)
oh my
no
OK
moon
swing
please
thank you
uh oh
juice
potty
star
book
doggie
meow
woof woof
eye
eyebrow
teeth
nose
belly button (buh buhuh)
banana
apple
airplane
tree
car
bite
mama
yummy
Toast is ready! ("Toasisrehee!")
Want to get out! ("Wannaagehowwwww!")
Where go?
There it is!
bubble
ball
TV
Kipper
Oobie
Blankie
poopy
diaper
water
on
off
big hug
kiss
tickle tickle ("tlatlatla!")
whee
more
bunny
ow
hair
see ya
stop
bye bye
night night
Po
hat
bear

Sunday, August 24, 2003

Mood:  not sure
Today at Jake’s 6th birthday party, Logan rushed up to me saying, “Mommy! There’s a dead squirrel over there!”

“Oh that’s too bad, hon.”

“Come on, Mommy, look!”

“OK.”

“Hurry, Mommy, before he goes to Heaven!”