Elle's new thing: “Help! Help, Mama! Help!” said in a very dramatic tone of voice.
The first couple of times, I thought something was really wrong and
rushed to wherever she was; now I realize that for some reason this is
her standard response to wanting some kind of assistance (not usually
NEEDING it, but WANTING it) and so I don’t take it as seriously.
Eventually I need to work with her on the whole concept of “crying
wolf,” but right now I just find it hilarious to hear this little wee
voice piping “Help! Help!” when it’s often something as serious as the
fact that she wants someone else to pick up her crayon for her.
I have a tiny Drama Mama. I have no idea where that comes from. None. Nope.
Thursday, July 26, 2012
Wednesday, July 25, 2012
Know your limitations
Things I am not and will never be
1. A model.
2. Skinny like a model.
3. Patient.
4. Patient like Caill0u's mother. Or any of the adults on that godforsaken show. They are calm, patient and loving even when I (or any real-life parent, I suspect) would be shrieking like a crazed harpy. They’d probably just laugh warmly and say “Oh, Call0u!” if he accidentally set off a nuke.
5. Rich.
6. Someone who cooks each meal from scratch using only wholesome organic ingredients. ("Just whip up a couple of batches over the weekend!" Bitch, please. You are obviously married and/or have household help. Or you have a child that takes three-hour naps. Or all of the above.)
7. Good at going to bed early. We’ve been having some two-year-old sleep regression at Casa Plus One, and by the time she’s down, I have so little time to myself that I am reluctant to go to bed. I need to get over that. Sleep = health = really, really important.
Speaking of #7, yawn.
1. A model.
2. Skinny like a model.
3. Patient.
4. Patient like Caill0u's mother. Or any of the adults on that godforsaken show. They are calm, patient and loving even when I (or any real-life parent, I suspect) would be shrieking like a crazed harpy. They’d probably just laugh warmly and say “Oh, Call0u!” if he accidentally set off a nuke.
5. Rich.
6. Someone who cooks each meal from scratch using only wholesome organic ingredients. ("Just whip up a couple of batches over the weekend!" Bitch, please. You are obviously married and/or have household help. Or you have a child that takes three-hour naps. Or all of the above.)
7. Good at going to bed early. We’ve been having some two-year-old sleep regression at Casa Plus One, and by the time she’s down, I have so little time to myself that I am reluctant to go to bed. I need to get over that. Sleep = health = really, really important.
Speaking of #7, yawn.
Monday, July 23, 2012
Happy, happy birthday
I have been absent for a while! Combine being very busy at work, a week of vacation at my parents’ (which was not precisely a vacation, which is another post), and me dumping a giant glass of lemonade smack on top of my laptop—- and you have a distinct lack of posting.
(I still had internet access; I have several other devices on which I can get FB, e-mail, etc. But I don’t like typing on a netbook. I now have a work laptop on a temporary basis, and need to figure out finances to see when I can afford a new laptop of my own. It may be a while.)
The big news is that Elle is TWO YEARS OLD. Two! People tell you it flies by but you don’t believe them until all of a sudden you’re having a conversation—an actual conversation-- with your two-year-old daughter about Caill0u, and you realize… wow. Two.
I think I said this last year, but I'll say a variation of it again: I have made it through two years as a single parent. It hasn't always been pretty, mind you, but at the end of the day I have a healthy, happy daughter and that's really all that matters. Just ignore the piles of laundry in the corner and don’t look at my basement, thanks.
Happy birthday to my girl. I love you.
(I still had internet access; I have several other devices on which I can get FB, e-mail, etc. But I don’t like typing on a netbook. I now have a work laptop on a temporary basis, and need to figure out finances to see when I can afford a new laptop of my own. It may be a while.)
The big news is that Elle is TWO YEARS OLD. Two! People tell you it flies by but you don’t believe them until all of a sudden you’re having a conversation—an actual conversation-- with your two-year-old daughter about Caill0u, and you realize… wow. Two.
I think I said this last year, but I'll say a variation of it again: I have made it through two years as a single parent. It hasn't always been pretty, mind you, but at the end of the day I have a healthy, happy daughter and that's really all that matters. Just ignore the piles of laundry in the corner and don’t look at my basement, thanks.
Happy birthday to my girl. I love you.
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