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Friends?
Yesterday I was reading Amy a story about two little girls who were friends. Somewhere in the middle of the story I stopped and asked Amy if she had any friends. I expected her to talk about some of the little girls she interacts with at church. However, I was thrilled when she said "Michael is Amy's friend!" Unfortunately, today, she seems to have forgotten her recent friendship. Michael's slobbery little mouth was attempting to sample all of Amy's puzzle pieces. "Mommy," Amy wailed, "It's time for Michael to go night-night, take Michael night-night" (this is her way of trying to get rid of him...). "But Amy, I began, "I thought Michael was your friend?" No, Mommy, she snapped, Michael's NOT Amy's friend. I want to play by MYSELF!"
Futility:
An apt demonstration of futility occurred today while changing Michael's diaper. He managed to kick the basket of cloth wipes off onto the floor scattering wipes everywhere. I dutifully stooped down, picked them all up, put them back in the basket and returned the basket to original location. Michael immediately get his toe around the basket and flipped it all over the floor again. Yes, I actually picked them all up again, and once more returned the basket to original location (yup, mommy is a SLOW learner) only to have it yet again overturned all over the floor....I'm happy to report the basket has a new location where Michael can't kick it anymore...
Demolition zone:
Just so I remember someday when I am tempted to have more children. This morning alone, Michael pulled all the contents of the bathroom's under sink cupboard, then proceeded to crawl to Amy's room and pull out the contents of two clothes drawers, then tipped over her trash can. My little wrecking machine then headed to the kitchen and pulled out ALL my pots, scattering the lids across the floor. Tiring of that, he found my plastic bowls and evenly distributed them across the remaining floor space. He then headed into the toy room and started pulling random toys off the shelves. Oh, and all of this was BEFORE breakfast....
And fresh from the press:
Amy is cutting with my safety scissors while I'm typing this blog and saying, "Jesus is keeping my hands from getting an owee from the scissors!"
Yesterday I was reading Amy a story about two little girls who were friends. Somewhere in the middle of the story I stopped and asked Amy if she had any friends. I expected her to talk about some of the little girls she interacts with at church. However, I was thrilled when she said "Michael is Amy's friend!" Unfortunately, today, she seems to have forgotten her recent friendship. Michael's slobbery little mouth was attempting to sample all of Amy's puzzle pieces. "Mommy," Amy wailed, "It's time for Michael to go night-night, take Michael night-night" (this is her way of trying to get rid of him...). "But Amy, I began, "I thought Michael was your friend?" No, Mommy, she snapped, Michael's NOT Amy's friend. I want to play by MYSELF!"
Futility:
An apt demonstration of futility occurred today while changing Michael's diaper. He managed to kick the basket of cloth wipes off onto the floor scattering wipes everywhere. I dutifully stooped down, picked them all up, put them back in the basket and returned the basket to original location. Michael immediately get his toe around the basket and flipped it all over the floor again. Yes, I actually picked them all up again, and once more returned the basket to original location (yup, mommy is a SLOW learner) only to have it yet again overturned all over the floor....I'm happy to report the basket has a new location where Michael can't kick it anymore...
Demolition zone:
Just so I remember someday when I am tempted to have more children. This morning alone, Michael pulled all the contents of the bathroom's under sink cupboard, then proceeded to crawl to Amy's room and pull out the contents of two clothes drawers, then tipped over her trash can. My little wrecking machine then headed to the kitchen and pulled out ALL my pots, scattering the lids across the floor. Tiring of that, he found my plastic bowls and evenly distributed them across the remaining floor space. He then headed into the toy room and started pulling random toys off the shelves. Oh, and all of this was BEFORE breakfast....
And fresh from the press:
Amy is cutting with my safety scissors while I'm typing this blog and saying, "Jesus is keeping my hands from getting an owee from the scissors!"
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