We now live walking distance from the local library, so I've been trying to get a library card. Only the library is making it more difficult to obtain a darn card than it is to have a baby! No joke--in a few weeks, I will walk into Kaiser with my Kaiser card, endure many grueling hours of labor, and walk out with a baby. Aside from the hours of pain, it's really quite simple. The library: Not so simple.
Theo and I went a couple of weeks ago, and they refused to give me a library card because my address on my driver's license is from our old house. They said I needed to come back with a piece of first-class mail. Well, we don't get a lot of first-class mail because many of our bills come electronically, but okay.
This week, I went to the DMV to update my license with our new address, and when they gave me the temporary license, I thought, "Aha! Surely this will work to get a library card!" And so this morning, Theo and I set off for the library, with my old license (with my picture on it) and my new temporary license (with my correct address on it) in hand. Theo was all excited to pick out some books to bring home with us, and I was looking forward to getting a couple for me. Alas, it was not our lucky day. The cranky librarian informed me that my temporary license wasn't good enough to get a library card, despite the fact that I also had my picture ID in hand.
"Don't you have a piece of mail you can bring instead? This won't work. It specifically says in our rules that temporary licenses aren't acceptable," she said brusquely.
"Um, no, I don't," I replied. "Frankly, I thought an official document from a government agency, printed on that agency's watermarked paper, would be more valid than just a letter someone wrote to me anyway."
"No, I'm sorry, we can't accept that," she replied.
Ever polite, I said, "Okay, I realize you don't make the rules, but really--don't you think that's kind of ridiculous? How would I get a printed, official document from a government agency if that wasn't my correct address?" I then pointed out that it was pretty silly that I could have a baby in the next week or two and walk out of the hospital with less documentation than they're requiring for a library card.
Little ears were apparently listening to this exchange, because when I gave up and headed out the doors of the library, a disappointed Theo announced very loudly, "The library is being RIDICULOUS!"
I didn't disagree with him. Wise words from a small mouth...
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Monday, January 30, 2012
The Composer
Theo, the budding singer/songwriter/musician, likes to compose original songs frequently--though sometimes his timing is a little questionable. For example, I'm sure his little friend was thrilled recently when he got put on time-out by his mom, and Theo promptly started singing a song he composed entitled "The Time-Out Song."
Yesterday, he composed an original song for me...again, at a rather inopportune time. Theo had been misbehaving for the better part of an hour (just getting into everything he wasn't supposed to and generally testing boundaries), and I needed to go get sick (late-pregnancy side effect--I do this almost daily now). So I retreated to the bathroom to take care of my misery, and Theo followed me in and proceeded to dump an entire basket of stuff in the bathtub to try to "break it!" Exasperated by this point and trying to get sick in peace, I said calmly but firmly, "You need to go play in your room until I'm done in the bathroom." He ran into his room, and I started to relax a bit--until he came running back in, guitar in hand, and proceeded to compose and sing a song with a chorus that repeated, "Mama poops in her pants and pees on the floor!"
I was torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to throw a roll of toilet paper at his head. I compromised by resting my head in my hands and saying, "Will you please go play your guitar in your room so I can get sick in peace?"
And for the record, I have neither pooped my pants nor peed on the floor. But I know someone who will surely compose a new song about it if I do!
Yesterday, he composed an original song for me...again, at a rather inopportune time. Theo had been misbehaving for the better part of an hour (just getting into everything he wasn't supposed to and generally testing boundaries), and I needed to go get sick (late-pregnancy side effect--I do this almost daily now). So I retreated to the bathroom to take care of my misery, and Theo followed me in and proceeded to dump an entire basket of stuff in the bathtub to try to "break it!" Exasperated by this point and trying to get sick in peace, I said calmly but firmly, "You need to go play in your room until I'm done in the bathroom." He ran into his room, and I started to relax a bit--until he came running back in, guitar in hand, and proceeded to compose and sing a song with a chorus that repeated, "Mama poops in her pants and pees on the floor!"
I was torn between wanting to laugh and wanting to throw a roll of toilet paper at his head. I compromised by resting my head in my hands and saying, "Will you please go play your guitar in your room so I can get sick in peace?"
And for the record, I have neither pooped my pants nor peed on the floor. But I know someone who will surely compose a new song about it if I do!
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Well, That IS What They Do...
This evening, Theo and I went out for our daily tricycle ride, and we came upon a woman walking a neatly groomed poodle. The woman and her dog were both very friendly and stopped to say hi. "How are you?" the woman enthusiastically asked Theo. Theo's serious response? "Um, I fink your dog is going to go poop."
Ha! Leave it to my son to immediately focus on the scatological habits of the dog!
Ha! Leave it to my son to immediately focus on the scatological habits of the dog!
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
Preschool Fashion
Theo has a job chart at home now--he gets a star for each of his daily chores as he completes them. He's working toward a CD of his choice when he fills up the chart--big excitement! So, he's been pretty happy to participate in this new adventure.
One of his jobs is to get himself dressed. This is a tough one because despite being able to complete amazingly complex tasks for a preschooler, he sometimes struggles with simple things, such as snaps and getting his legs into two separate pant legs. So, dressing himself often results in many screams of frustration. And my rule is that if he shrieks while doing the task, I ignore him--but if he needs help with it, he can ask me in a normal voice, and I will help him. Being a perfectionist, he usually resorts immediately to shrieking when he doesn't get something right on the first try. But, we persevere...
Today, I handed him his pants, shirt, and underwear, sent him into the second bathroom, and said, "Get yourself dressed for school while I finish brushing my hair." I then went to my bathroom and anticipated screams. There were none. It was quiet and lovely, and I patted myself on the back, thinking, "Wow, he finally got it! That if he needs help, there's no need to start shrieking!"
Or not so much... Instead, he strolled into my bathroom a few minutes later, wearing nothing but white socks and covered in a thick white substance. He plopped a tub of Cetaphil lotion on my counter and said, "Here you go, Mama! I'm all done!"
I had the hardest time not laughing as my son stood there, naked except for socks and covered in lotion, clearly proud of his accomplishment! And I thought to myself, "Well, who needs clothes for preschool? At least he's well moisturized!"
One of his jobs is to get himself dressed. This is a tough one because despite being able to complete amazingly complex tasks for a preschooler, he sometimes struggles with simple things, such as snaps and getting his legs into two separate pant legs. So, dressing himself often results in many screams of frustration. And my rule is that if he shrieks while doing the task, I ignore him--but if he needs help with it, he can ask me in a normal voice, and I will help him. Being a perfectionist, he usually resorts immediately to shrieking when he doesn't get something right on the first try. But, we persevere...
Today, I handed him his pants, shirt, and underwear, sent him into the second bathroom, and said, "Get yourself dressed for school while I finish brushing my hair." I then went to my bathroom and anticipated screams. There were none. It was quiet and lovely, and I patted myself on the back, thinking, "Wow, he finally got it! That if he needs help, there's no need to start shrieking!"
Or not so much... Instead, he strolled into my bathroom a few minutes later, wearing nothing but white socks and covered in a thick white substance. He plopped a tub of Cetaphil lotion on my counter and said, "Here you go, Mama! I'm all done!"
I had the hardest time not laughing as my son stood there, naked except for socks and covered in lotion, clearly proud of his accomplishment! And I thought to myself, "Well, who needs clothes for preschool? At least he's well moisturized!"
Monday, January 23, 2012
College Dreams...and a Realization of One of Life's Great Truths
Two amusing bits from today so far! Theo thinks Chris's job is the height of glamour, and he will often tell me, "I'm going to go to work at Daddy's office. I will do two jobs, go to a meeting, and have a granola bar for lunch"--or some variation of this. But today, as he mentioned this in the car on the way home from preschool, he suddenly shouted, "But first I will go to college! I am going to college!" The rest of our conversation went like this:
Me: Oh good--I'm glad you're going to college! College is good.
Theo: Daddy went to college.
Me: Yep, he did. So did Mommy. Mommy and Daddy both studied English, which means we read lots and lots of books. What are you going to study at college? You can study English and read a lot, or you can study math and work with numbers, or you can study music, or art, or you can study to be a doctor...."
Theo: I'm going to study music! [Are we surprised?!]
Me: I think that's a really good idea, since you love music so much. What kind of music do you want to study?
Theo: Um...I want to study music on the radio. I think I will study Pink.
Me: Aha. I didn't even know they offered a college degree in Pink, but that sounds like a super idea. Will you play an instrument, too?
Theo: Yes. I'm gonna play a tuba. A really big one!
So there you go--he's got it all mapped out. He'll be a tuba-playing Pink scholar. An interesting combination, to be sure.
And a bit later, he came to one of life's great realizations when some of his pee dribbled on the toilet seat. I wiped it up and said, "That's okay--sometimes a little pee gets on the seat." Theo's reply? A solemn, "And sometimes poop happens."
Indeed it does...
Me: Oh good--I'm glad you're going to college! College is good.
Theo: Daddy went to college.
Me: Yep, he did. So did Mommy. Mommy and Daddy both studied English, which means we read lots and lots of books. What are you going to study at college? You can study English and read a lot, or you can study math and work with numbers, or you can study music, or art, or you can study to be a doctor...."
Theo: I'm going to study music! [Are we surprised?!]
Me: I think that's a really good idea, since you love music so much. What kind of music do you want to study?
Theo: Um...I want to study music on the radio. I think I will study Pink.
Me: Aha. I didn't even know they offered a college degree in Pink, but that sounds like a super idea. Will you play an instrument, too?
Theo: Yes. I'm gonna play a tuba. A really big one!
So there you go--he's got it all mapped out. He'll be a tuba-playing Pink scholar. An interesting combination, to be sure.
And a bit later, he came to one of life's great realizations when some of his pee dribbled on the toilet seat. I wiped it up and said, "That's okay--sometimes a little pee gets on the seat." Theo's reply? A solemn, "And sometimes poop happens."
Indeed it does...
Friday, January 20, 2012
The Subtleties of Time
Theo's starting to tell time (on a digital clock), but he doesn't quite have the concept yet. However, he does understand the concept of arguing and likes to do it whenever possible--even though sometimes it doesn't quite benefit him as he'd like! Today we had this exchange when I put him down for nap time/quiet time:
Me: Okay, Theo, have a good rest. It's 2:15, so you can get up at 3:45.
Theo: No, I don't want to get up at 3:45. I want to get up at 4:00!
Me: Okay, but you don't have to wait that long--you can get up at 3:45 if you'd like.
Theo: No. Tomorrow I will get up at 3:45. Today I want to get up at 4:00.
The child doesn't particularly enjoy napping or quiet time, so I'm quite certain he only wants to get up at 4:00 because he thinks it's earlier than 3:45. Hey, suits me fine--15 extra minutes of quiet time for Mama!
Me: Okay, Theo, have a good rest. It's 2:15, so you can get up at 3:45.
Theo: No, I don't want to get up at 3:45. I want to get up at 4:00!
Me: Okay, but you don't have to wait that long--you can get up at 3:45 if you'd like.
Theo: No. Tomorrow I will get up at 3:45. Today I want to get up at 4:00.
The child doesn't particularly enjoy napping or quiet time, so I'm quite certain he only wants to get up at 4:00 because he thinks it's earlier than 3:45. Hey, suits me fine--15 extra minutes of quiet time for Mama!
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Life of Crime
We're pretty sure that Theo is either going to rule the world someday or end up in prison for masterminding some sort of elaborate investment scheme. At this point, it's looking more like the latter. This morning, he hatched his latest and greatest scheme to outsmart Mommy and Daddy. He wanted to play with Chris's iPhone, and I said no because (1) Chris had it with him at work and (2) Theo has his own iPod Touch to play with (my old, disabled iPhone, which I recycled into an iPod Touch for him). Now, Theo has long tried to ask the other parent for permission when the first one forbids something (although he's not successful in his efforts, since neither Chris nor I are dummies!). But today Chris was already long gone to work, so desperate times called for desperate measures.
Theo picked up his iPod Touch and made the following pretend phone call to Chris:
"Oh, hello Daddy! You're on the BART train right now? I would like to play with your iPhone. Okay? Okay--Feo can play with the iPhone. Thanks--bye!"
He then "hung up" and informed me that Chris had given him permission to play with the phone.
Evil genius!! We must channel this talent for manipulation into the purposes of good! I must admit that I'm secretly quite impressed by his creativity in these endeavors, though....
Theo picked up his iPod Touch and made the following pretend phone call to Chris:
"Oh, hello Daddy! You're on the BART train right now? I would like to play with your iPhone. Okay? Okay--Feo can play with the iPhone. Thanks--bye!"
He then "hung up" and informed me that Chris had given him permission to play with the phone.
Evil genius!! We must channel this talent for manipulation into the purposes of good! I must admit that I'm secretly quite impressed by his creativity in these endeavors, though....
Saturday, January 14, 2012
He Keeps Outsmarting Us
Theo woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning and has been rather feisty and combative all day. This morning, we got in the car to go the Berkeley Arboretum (which he loves), and he was being really demanding, whiny, and contrary about the music on the radio. After a warning to settle down, which he did not heed, we followed through on our punishment: turning off the music for five minutes. For Theo, this is the worst punishment of all, as music is his life.
This prompted a hearty shriek of outrage and a few tears, and then he suddenly got quiet. And we soon found out why. There was an iPod on the seat next to him, and as soon as he noticed it, he grabbed it, turned on the music, and looked very satisfied with himself. I tried not to snicker as I realized I'd been outsmarted (once again) by the clever preschooler.
"Nice try, buddy!" I commented as I took the iPod away from him. "No music for five minutes."
Another hearty shriek followed, along with tears, and then he yelled, "THEN I'M JUST GOING TO SING A SONG!!"
I give! What am I going to do, tell the kid not to sing? Sing away, my son...sing away....
This prompted a hearty shriek of outrage and a few tears, and then he suddenly got quiet. And we soon found out why. There was an iPod on the seat next to him, and as soon as he noticed it, he grabbed it, turned on the music, and looked very satisfied with himself. I tried not to snicker as I realized I'd been outsmarted (once again) by the clever preschooler.
"Nice try, buddy!" I commented as I took the iPod away from him. "No music for five minutes."
Another hearty shriek followed, along with tears, and then he yelled, "THEN I'M JUST GOING TO SING A SONG!!"
I give! What am I going to do, tell the kid not to sing? Sing away, my son...sing away....
Thursday, January 12, 2012
My Son the Boozehound
Today was music class--my favorite day of the week! Theo and I had a wonderful time in class, but I have to say the most amusing moment came when a delivery truck double-parked outside the building, and Theo stood up in the middle of class and yelled, "IT'S A BEER TRUCK! I THINK THEY'RE BRINGING BEER AND STUFF!"
Excellent--beer. Just what a toddler/preschooler music class needs! Is this a preview into his teenage partying years?! (The funny thing is, I'm not sure how he knew it was a beer truck. I hate beer, and I think I've seen Chris drink maybe three beers in the entire seven years I've known him. But apparently our son knows his brew....)
Excellent--beer. Just what a toddler/preschooler music class needs! Is this a preview into his teenage partying years?! (The funny thing is, I'm not sure how he knew it was a beer truck. I hate beer, and I think I've seen Chris drink maybe three beers in the entire seven years I've known him. But apparently our son knows his brew....)
Christmas Lists
This year, Theo finally grasped the idea that Santa brings some presents on Christmas. He asked for only two things: a CD player and a blender. (Lucky boy got both--the blender being a toy, of course!) But since then, he's decided there are more things he'd like to ask Santa for. His current list for next year consists of:
Theo: I need to ask Santa to bring me a plunger.
Me: A plunger? What for?
Theo: To use in the toilet.
Hmmm, so no career as a Stomp musician. Maybe he's aspiring to be a plumber? I hear they make good money....
- A tuba (of course!)
- A second guitar (this time a green one)
- A plunger
- A toilet brush
Theo: I need to ask Santa to bring me a plunger.
Me: A plunger? What for?
Theo: To use in the toilet.
Hmmm, so no career as a Stomp musician. Maybe he's aspiring to be a plumber? I hear they make good money....
Monday, January 9, 2012
More on Poop...
Today Theo was helping me make dinner, which he greatly loves. Only he wasn't doing terribly well at listening, so after an unheeded warning, I removed him from his perch and told him I'd have to finish it myself, and he needed to go play in the other room. Without a word, he stomped angrily into his playroom, fired up his keyboard, and proceeded to compose and sing an angry, brooding song entitled "The Dog Poop Song." It cracked me up because most of his songs are upbeat and happy, but this one clearly had a rather angry feel to it. Ha ha, future in brooding goth music, perhaps? He has clearly figured out how to express his frustration musically! Look out, Marilyn Manson...
(It should be noted that he followed this up with a happy, rousing tribute to Neil Diamond--a rather soaring composition singing the praises of his favorite crooner--so I guess he got over his annoyance at me once he had vented it in song!)
(It should be noted that he followed this up with a happy, rousing tribute to Neil Diamond--a rather soaring composition singing the praises of his favorite crooner--so I guess he got over his annoyance at me once he had vented it in song!)
Saturday, January 7, 2012
When You Care Enough to Send the Very Best
Just overheard: an argument going on downstairs between my sweet hubby and my sweet son, as they attempted to collaborate on a homemade birthday card for me.
Chris: A birthday cake, Theo! I'll draw the cake, and you can decorate it.
Theo: [Unintelligible comment and then hysterical laughter from the preschooler.]
Chris (in exasperation): We are not drawing poop on Mama's birthday card!
Seriously, though, if you're going to draw poop on someone's birthday card, I'm the person to do it for. I love a good poop joke!
Chris: A birthday cake, Theo! I'll draw the cake, and you can decorate it.
Theo: [Unintelligible comment and then hysterical laughter from the preschooler.]
Chris (in exasperation): We are not drawing poop on Mama's birthday card!
Seriously, though, if you're going to draw poop on someone's birthday card, I'm the person to do it for. I love a good poop joke!
Friday, January 6, 2012
My Crummy Button
I may have mentioned on here that I hate losing my belly button. For some reason, belly buttons gross me out. I hate them and avoid them. And when you're pregnant, sometimes you lose your belly button. If nothing else, it gets progressively smaller as your skin expands. And long-hidden belly-button crud becomes apparent as your former "inny" tries to become an "outie." (For the record, I never fully lost mine with Theo, and I'm determined to keep it with Garbanzo, too!)
So last night, Theo was sitting on my lap, and he wanted to feel the baby move, so he pulled up the bottom of my shirt to put his hands on my belly. In doing so, he spied my belly button and announced, "There's crumbs in there!"
Uh, not crumbs--dry skin. But thanks for pointing out the grossness of my icky belly button, which already creeps me out!
So last night, Theo was sitting on my lap, and he wanted to feel the baby move, so he pulled up the bottom of my shirt to put his hands on my belly. In doing so, he spied my belly button and announced, "There's crumbs in there!"
Uh, not crumbs--dry skin. But thanks for pointing out the grossness of my icky belly button, which already creeps me out!
Thursday, January 5, 2012
I See Where I Rate...
Today, Theo and I went to Berkeley to try out a new music class. (Smashing success, by the way--LOVED it!) On the way there, we hit a bit of traffic. Chattering from the back seat, Theo filled me in on his plans:
Theo: There's traffic. Feo want to drive!
Me: Sorry, bud--Mama has to drive.
Theo: When my super-special car gets here, Feo can drive. Feo can go to music class all by himself!
Me: What? I don't get to come to your music class with you?
Theo: Okay, Mama can come. But Feo will drive. Mama will ride in the back.
Gee, thanks--I see how I rate!
Theo: There's traffic. Feo want to drive!
Me: Sorry, bud--Mama has to drive.
Theo: When my super-special car gets here, Feo can drive. Feo can go to music class all by himself!
Me: What? I don't get to come to your music class with you?
Theo: Okay, Mama can come. But Feo will drive. Mama will ride in the back.
Gee, thanks--I see how I rate!
Poop Extraction
Okay, fair warning that this post may offend those of you with delicate sensibilities. Those of you with pubescent-boy senses of humor, like mine, will likely get a laugh, though!
Theo went to the bathroom today, and as usual he came wandering out with no pants on. (He has difficulty with snaps, so he often just gives us and wanders out pantless.) I noticed a bit of poop on his bottom and we had this exchange:
Me: Theo, get back in the bathroom! You've got poop stuck to your bottom. We need to clean you up!
Theo: There's poop stuck in my bottom.
Me: Yes, there is. We need to clean you up.
Theo: There's poop stuck in my bottom. We need the plunger....
Um...I wasn't planning on plunging his bottom, but I guess that's one way to do it!
Theo went to the bathroom today, and as usual he came wandering out with no pants on. (He has difficulty with snaps, so he often just gives us and wanders out pantless.) I noticed a bit of poop on his bottom and we had this exchange:
Me: Theo, get back in the bathroom! You've got poop stuck to your bottom. We need to clean you up!
Theo: There's poop stuck in my bottom.
Me: Yes, there is. We need to clean you up.
Theo: There's poop stuck in my bottom. We need the plunger....
Um...I wasn't planning on plunging his bottom, but I guess that's one way to do it!
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Whole Foods Has Everything...
This morning, I had to take Theo with me to my 33-week OB appointment. Overall, it was a somewhat nightmarish visit that I hope not to repeat--future visits will definitely be scheduled when he's in preschool and I can go on my own! But we did have a few amusing moments.
First, he was greatly interested in everything in the room--especially the stirrups on the OB exam table. He thought they looked like the controls on a backhoe, so he had quite a lot of fun "driving" the exam table like a construction vehicle.
After that, he decided he wanted to feel the baby move, so I pulled up my shirt to expose my belly and let him put his hands on. He does this several times a day to say hi to the baby--it's very sweet. Today, though, we had this exchange:
Theo: Mama doesn't have a belly button anymore! [Yes, I do--but barely! I'm mourning the loss of it.]
Me: Yep, it's going away.
Theo: Mama needs to get a new belly button!
Me: Yep. Where do you think I should get one?
Theo: At Whole Foods!
Me (laughing): Whole Foods carries belly buttons? I didn't know that!
Theo: Yes. I think they're in Aisle 6, with the diapers.
So there you go--Whole Foods is the store that has everything!
First, he was greatly interested in everything in the room--especially the stirrups on the OB exam table. He thought they looked like the controls on a backhoe, so he had quite a lot of fun "driving" the exam table like a construction vehicle.
After that, he decided he wanted to feel the baby move, so I pulled up my shirt to expose my belly and let him put his hands on. He does this several times a day to say hi to the baby--it's very sweet. Today, though, we had this exchange:
Theo: Mama doesn't have a belly button anymore! [Yes, I do--but barely! I'm mourning the loss of it.]
Me: Yep, it's going away.
Theo: Mama needs to get a new belly button!
Me: Yep. Where do you think I should get one?
Theo: At Whole Foods!
Me (laughing): Whole Foods carries belly buttons? I didn't know that!
Theo: Yes. I think they're in Aisle 6, with the diapers.
So there you go--Whole Foods is the store that has everything!
Monday, January 2, 2012
Nighties for Daddy
This actually happened a few days ago, but I forgot to post about it, and it gave me a good laugh. :-)
We went to Kohl's to do a bit of shopping, and at one point I took Theo to the baby department to look at onesies while Chris tried on men's clothing. The baby department at this Kohl's happens to be across from the lingerie department, and when Theo got bored, he ran over to the lingerie department to inspect the wares. First he grabbed a pair of lacy panties on a mannequin and said, "Oh, maybe these are for Mama!" I started laughing and commented that they weren't quite my style, while trying to get him to stop groping the mannequin.
Then he moved on to nightgowns. His first pic was a dark-blue satin shortie nightgown, and he announced, "This one is for Daddy!" As I snickered away, picturing Chris modeling a fancy little nightie, Theo moved on to his next pick for Chris: a high-necked red-flannel granny nightgown, which he insisted Chris would really like. The lingerie department was quite full that day, and I'm sure the women in there got a good laugh out of Theo's manly choices for his father's nightwear!
For the record, Chris wears sweats and a T-shirt to bed. Nighties are NOT his thing! ;-)
We went to Kohl's to do a bit of shopping, and at one point I took Theo to the baby department to look at onesies while Chris tried on men's clothing. The baby department at this Kohl's happens to be across from the lingerie department, and when Theo got bored, he ran over to the lingerie department to inspect the wares. First he grabbed a pair of lacy panties on a mannequin and said, "Oh, maybe these are for Mama!" I started laughing and commented that they weren't quite my style, while trying to get him to stop groping the mannequin.
Then he moved on to nightgowns. His first pic was a dark-blue satin shortie nightgown, and he announced, "This one is for Daddy!" As I snickered away, picturing Chris modeling a fancy little nightie, Theo moved on to his next pick for Chris: a high-necked red-flannel granny nightgown, which he insisted Chris would really like. The lingerie department was quite full that day, and I'm sure the women in there got a good laugh out of Theo's manly choices for his father's nightwear!
For the record, Chris wears sweats and a T-shirt to bed. Nighties are NOT his thing! ;-)
Sunday, January 1, 2012
He's Come Out...
Our house is a very kid-friendly environment. We have only one room that isn't "kid-proofed," and that's our den/office. And we generally keep that door closed (with a childproof doorknob cover on it) so Theo can't go in there and mess with our computers (which he would dearly love to do). Because that room is generally off-limits, we also keep any sort of cords, extra laptops, etc. in that particular closet.
Occasionally, Theo's allowed to come in and sit on the guest bed in there if we're showing him something on the computer. And inevitably, he sees it as an invitation to snoop in the forbidden closet and create mayhem. This morning was no exception. He came in, but instead of sitting on the bed, he went into the closet and began messing with a backup laptop in there. Chris said, "Theo, what are you doing?" in a warning tone of voice. Theo's response?
"I'm coming out of the closet!"
Whew--glad that's out in the open now. ;-)
Occasionally, Theo's allowed to come in and sit on the guest bed in there if we're showing him something on the computer. And inevitably, he sees it as an invitation to snoop in the forbidden closet and create mayhem. This morning was no exception. He came in, but instead of sitting on the bed, he went into the closet and began messing with a backup laptop in there. Chris said, "Theo, what are you doing?" in a warning tone of voice. Theo's response?
"I'm coming out of the closet!"
Whew--glad that's out in the open now. ;-)
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