Keeps Me On My Toes

Friday was one of those weird days where D (the three year old) did and said things that kept me on my toes.

It started when he came down the stairs in the morning telling me he was mad at me.

“Why, baby?”

“Because you turned me blue.”

He woke up angry at me for turning him blue in his dream.  In his dream, people. His dream!

“Oh, well, I’m sorry about that.  Wasn’t it great being like a smurf?”

“No, MOMMY!”

Um, ok.  At least he knows his colors.  I could have turned him polka dot.

A few hours past and I was watching a show where someone got a statue of a poodle.

“Look, Mommy.  It’s a moose.”

“No, kiddo.  It’s a poodle.”  This one actually made me giggle for a while.  Also, it reminded me that we need to go to the zoo again, soon.

A little later, this needed to happen.

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It was too quite.  D had gone to the bathroom and I was really hoping that he was going in there to try to go, you know?  He still refuses to potty train.

Nope.  He had the Wookie, aka Rookie, in the cat box walking in the litter.    At least it was a part of the box that hadn’t been used, yet.

I washed the guy in serious cleaner and then rinsed in super hot water.

Being a Mom is never dull, that’s for sure.  I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Losing It! Walking 5 (00) miles

Yesterday,  my sister and I walked a 5.5 mile trail with my three year old.

It went surprisingly well.

There is this great prairie trail in my town that I have always wanted to walk.  I guess I could technically run it. But let’s not get too crazy.

My sister and I joined this dietbet last week and we both need to lose 8 lbs in less than a month.  We both needed some motivation to exercise so we decided a walk would do us good.

She suggested this trail.  We put D’s tricycle in the car and headed to the park. 

It was a great Fall day for a walk.  It was sunny and warm.  We started out well.  About a mile into it D was done peddling himself.  Luckily,  his tricycle has one of those bars for parents to push the bike.

My sister and I pushed D the entire rest of the way.  Up hills, down hills, all the time pushing in gravel. Towards the 4 mile mark D lost his shit. 

I couldn’t blame him.  He’s 3. It was hot.  He was hungry.  Even with us pushing,  his little legs were still peddling the bike.  
In the end a bribe of ice cream got him back on his bike.   He refused to talk when I asked him questions, though. He would do what he was told but he wasn’t happy about it.  

It ended up taking us three hours to do the trail.  We saw lots of fuzzy caterpillars,  D pet one of them.  We saw a number of small snakes. D wanted to touch them but I said nope.    We saw a marsh and a nice pond.

It was a great day.  We ended up getting a full body workout.   Pushing D in gravel wasn’t easy.  

I’m proud of my little man. He did a great job.  His melt down could have been much worse.   Luckily,  he got over it fast.  Otherwise, we might still be on that trail.

I would do the trail again.  But I’m not so sure D would.  I don’t think my sister would go either.  

Reading Time With D

D has 3 books that are must reads in the pile of books that are read during quiet time.  Mommy Calls Me Monkeypants by J. D. Lester & Hiroe Nakata, Yummy YUCKY by Leslie Patricelli and Pajama Time! by Sandra Boynton.

Once a kid latches on to a book they like, they make you read it over and over and over and over and over again.   Reading the same books repeatedly doesn’t bother me too much.  I try to make each time I read a book a little different.

Sometimes I sing the words.  D usually tells me to “Talk the words, Mommy.”  But today he sang along with me to the words of Mommy Call Me Monkeypants. At the end of the book he clapped his hands and said “Yeah, Mommy!”

It’s the little things in life.

I love how D ‘reads’ Yummy YUCKY to me. He likes to point out what is going on in the pictures.  “Look, Mommy! His mouth is on fire!” (Hot Sauce is Yucky)

I like Pajama Time! the best because I used to read it to M a lot when he was D’s age.  It is also a lot of fun to sing.   M didn’t like me singing the words, either.

I’ll have you know that I have a fine singing voice.

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