One more note from yesterday:
We were at Value Village, and I found a Winnie the Pooh book called "When Pooh Got Stuck"
HA HA HA HA HA!!!
I'm sure we've all been there at one time or another... alright, let's just move on then, shall we?
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Today was just weird. Not all bad, but definitely different. On the positive side of the balance sheet, the TV was off a lot more today than it usually is. I was happy about that- any time Simon isn't asking for the TV to be on feels like a victory for me. The kid loves the TV- singing along, dancing, acting out scenes from movies... it's pretty funny, actually, but I'd like for there to be less it- the TV, not the dancing, etc.
Instead, we sang a silly song. Actually, that's not entirely in the "positive" column... he made me sing it over and over and OVER. You know the song:
"Clean up, clean up
Clean up, clean up,
Everybody do your share" ?
Well, now you do. I was singing that when we cleaned up (yes, really) and Simon wanted it "Again? Again? Sing a song again?", so I started making up different verses. It started out with things like:
Simon has a chubby cat,*
now, what do we think of that?"
Brilliant, I know.
By the time it was time to go to the grocery store (where we were NOT singing), I was on to:
you're my silly buddy boy!
please go away, play with your toys"
I love you and you love me,
but please, dude, leave me
alone, 'cause Mommy needs to pee!"
He wanted more singing when we got home, of course, and was asking for verses like, "Sing 'bout Simon's foot. It's stuck."
let's stop now, no ifs ands or buts,
all this singing
is driving Mommy nucking futs!"
By the time AJ got home, the sweet potato fries were burning, I was sitting in a corner, rocking, and Simon was singing "Simon, Simon... make Mommy cwy..." **
The rest of the day was filled with occasional laughter, much crankiness from both children, and a three-year old in denial about the fact that he'd pooped at the grocery store. Definitely not ready for potty training, that one.
Now it's 9:15, and I'm almost certain that the boys are both asleep. My biggest boy is out playing basketball with some other big boys***, so I'm going directly to bed- not passing GO, not collecting $200. Goodnight.
* The chubby cat in this song was a stuffed toy, but it could just as easily be about our Gus- chubby bugger.
** It is entirely possible that only the part about Simon singing is literally true, but I was totally rocking and burning things in my mind.
***The last time he played basketball, it was in a different city with different guys, and all I know is that someone used farting as a defensive strategy. I don't ask questions about these things anymore.****
**** I enjoy footnotes.
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