Bedtime with a toddler is an interesting experience. Some nights are quiet and smooth, others involve jumping and yell-counting for 30 minutes straight, and then there are the nights when no number of books or songs seem to satisfy their fickle personalities.
I hated this stuff as a kid. Now, it’s like a warm blanket over my body.
Mrs. FWL is sooooo right. I don’t care what flavor cold medicine it was (in this case cherry), I agree that it was all gross. Taking cold medicine as a kid was like torture, despite the benefits it may or may not have had on my body. It only took 30 years to truly appreciate the wonderful effects of that red, coat-your-throat, alcoholy goodness.
I stand there, on the sidewalk, trying to reason with a barely-two-year-old, knowing that I’m wasting my time and energy, and only getting more annoyed with a child who is unable to adequately express herself, has no concept of time or space, and just wants to be picked up. Oh, and some nosy lady is staring at us from across the street as I curse under my breath.
It’s Friday, people don’t have children.
The minute you have kids, your sense of time becomes warped.
Isabel started attending “school” (aka structured day-care) a little over a month ago and she loves it. There are new kids to swap germs with, new books to read, and new toys to entertain her. Well, apparently she became obsessed with the toy babies, so mama decided it would be a good idea to get her one for her birthday. And let me tell you, this thing is awesome!