Welcome to the Wolfe den. This is a place where friends and family can get updates about our 2 cubs and a view of what it's like to be leader of the pack.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Extinguishing the flame
Human fire. This is what Nubbin calls the humidifier. He's been sick, so we had one in his room. Tonight, we took it out and had a major meltdown that bounced from 'I want my human fire' to 'I want Superman' to 'I want Batman.' Husband held firm and after 45 minutes or so, he was able to tuck Nubbin in his bed. As Nubbin laid down, he said, 'I don't like it when grown ups take my human fire.'
Loser. With a big L
Today, I struggled.
1. Puddles. Nubbin jumps in every one from here to the front door of preschool. wet kid delivery.
2. Work out. no way. Fafa freaks out at the babysitting room.
3. Shopping. I thought I had something to wear to husband's Xmas party. so wrong.
4. Lunch. hungry 2 year old. the hungrier they are, the higher the pitch of their scream.
4. Batman. Fafa freaks out because he can't find Batman.
5. Umbrella. Again, Fafa freaks out because he wants to carry the umbrella.
By the time I pick up Nubbin, I've had it and find myself shoveling Fafa under one arm like a sack of potatoes and he's screaming like he's being kidnapped (safety part of my brain is elated, the rest just deflated). I let him down with a 'I had enough' sigh and he loses his balance, falls and hits his head on the door. Too terrified to look up at the hall full of parents, I grab Nubbin's stuff from the cubby and stare at the door.
When the teacher hands over Nubbin, she politely asks, 'Was that Ethan hitting the door?' I mutter 'yes' and she says delicately, 'We all have days like this.' Silently, she knows that I'm at the end of my rope. Silently, I know that I should try harder. Tomorrow will be better... that's my mantra today. Tomorrow will be better.
1. Puddles. Nubbin jumps in every one from here to the front door of preschool. wet kid delivery.
2. Work out. no way. Fafa freaks out at the babysitting room.
3. Shopping. I thought I had something to wear to husband's Xmas party. so wrong.
4. Lunch. hungry 2 year old. the hungrier they are, the higher the pitch of their scream.
4. Batman. Fafa freaks out because he can't find Batman.
5. Umbrella. Again, Fafa freaks out because he wants to carry the umbrella.
By the time I pick up Nubbin, I've had it and find myself shoveling Fafa under one arm like a sack of potatoes and he's screaming like he's being kidnapped (safety part of my brain is elated, the rest just deflated). I let him down with a 'I had enough' sigh and he loses his balance, falls and hits his head on the door. Too terrified to look up at the hall full of parents, I grab Nubbin's stuff from the cubby and stare at the door.
When the teacher hands over Nubbin, she politely asks, 'Was that Ethan hitting the door?' I mutter 'yes' and she says delicately, 'We all have days like this.' Silently, she knows that I'm at the end of my rope. Silently, I know that I should try harder. Tomorrow will be better... that's my mantra today. Tomorrow will be better.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Cold people on parade
We went to the Apex Xmas Parade this past weekend. Some of the highlights included: me, silently pinching my gut every time the jump rope performers passed due to the guilt induced by watching fit, coordinated people jumping rope, the awesome food that the Getz gang almost left behind (grape kabobs rock!), not being able to park in the best spot ever, the lady next to us saying that they were 'attacked' by candy at an earlier parade, watching Fafa wave at every person that passed us and watching 1/2 charliegraham shake his booty when he heard music... great family + lots of laughing/yelling + frozen butts = memories. Good enough for me :)
Which holiday were you thinking of?
Thanks for the memories
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Turn at the table
There are very few things that I don't like to eat. However, there are two food items that I don't much care for.... bananas and raisins. I once heard raisins described as humiliated grapes and I think it's a fitting description.
Having said that, Nubbin loves raisins (and bananas for that matter). Today he was eating raisins and shoved one 2 centimeters from my face and said, 'Here mom, eat it.' I gently explained that I don't like raisins and he looked at me and in his best 'mommy' voice said, 'No. You have to at least try it once. You might like it.' I frowned at him and he squashed the raisin between his fingers and said, 'I made it flat, so you might like it. Try it now.' Needless to say, I ate it... so, this is how he feels when I'm trying to get him to eat green beans. You have to walk the walk, right? oh, and I still don't like raisins.
Having said that, Nubbin loves raisins (and bananas for that matter). Today he was eating raisins and shoved one 2 centimeters from my face and said, 'Here mom, eat it.' I gently explained that I don't like raisins and he looked at me and in his best 'mommy' voice said, 'No. You have to at least try it once. You might like it.' I frowned at him and he squashed the raisin between his fingers and said, 'I made it flat, so you might like it. Try it now.' Needless to say, I ate it... so, this is how he feels when I'm trying to get him to eat green beans. You have to walk the walk, right? oh, and I still don't like raisins.
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