Now I'm not altogether enlightened by having children but a lot of what makes me mad has sure surfaced since the arrival of them. The good thing about this is that I've found DEEP within myself a control switch that can be toggled as seen fit to repress the urge to explode - and I'm toggling a LOT lately. Each day that passes I thank Noelle for being such a good and easy-going baby, as I watch Kyra picking bits of playdough off and squishing them into a chair crevice or when she decides that she can't decide on something and argues both sides of an argument! It's exasperating and would drive anyone to drink I'm convinced. The flipside to these terrible twos (or just the 'years of maturation' - which sounds so fuddy-duddy) is the easy laughter that bubbles up from her chest and the big cow eyes that precede a "please can I?" question or the serious facial expression covered in spaghetti sauce. In spite of all this, I still manage to pick up a few new things from her.
I've learned this week:
- that crayon can be removed from almost anything
- that dishes can take just as long with a toddler rinsing them but with twice as much fun
- that make-believe cuisine can be presented as all manner of items
- that stuffed elephants enjoy tea parties
- that most songs have only 3 lines to be repeated over and over and over...
- that ice cream eating is an art.
- that in spite of eating chocolate twice, it is Kyra's FAVOURITE food.
- that shoes can fit just fine on either foot.
..and there's probably a million more things, but I'm a bit sleep-deprived from learning from the baby too! I do know for sure that when I finally do get to sleep at night, I sleep with a smile on my face knowing that I have a chance to BE a kid everyday now, and for that I'm grateful.
It seems that it's taking me longer and longer to get to the blog page..possibly because we're getting busier! Phew! This week we've got a visitor from Germany, a camping trip to prepare for, a catering to do and a potentially ill toddler. What next right? Well, I get a call from Ernie (and calls during work always make me cringe) saying that he's on his way to the hospital to get some stitches (eight!!) in his pinky finger. ugh. Running screaming from the house is always an option.. But life goes on and everyone is okay.
