Overheard from the playroom:
"I need more coffee, 'cause I'm a mom."
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Sunday, January 15, 2012
lydia loves...
Lydia has a lot of baby dolls. All of her baby dolls have been gifts from family and friends, except one. It's interesting to me that all - except one - of her baby dolls are Caucasian. I think we humans just have a tendency to make things match, and I'm guessing if our friends and family were buying baby dolls for Brett or Reggie, they would be more proactive in giving African-American babies. But in Lydia's world, mommas and babies don't necessarily "match".
Here's the funny part about it - Lydia loves to play "babies"...with her puppies! She names them and rocks them and strolls with them and feeds them and tucks them in and sings to them.
And the baby dolls? Oh, the boys play with those.
Lydia also loves to twirl in her tutu...
She loves to be messy!
And she loves all things numbers and letters. See how she picked out the "B" and "L" and "R"? I think she loves her brothers, too!
Here's the funny part about it - Lydia loves to play "babies"...with her puppies! She names them and rocks them and strolls with them and feeds them and tucks them in and sings to them.
Lydia also loves to twirl in her tutu...
She loves to be messy!
And she loves all things numbers and letters. See how she picked out the "B" and "L" and "R"? I think she loves her brothers, too!
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
just a-swingin'
(Look at all my babies on big-kid swings...)
Thursday, January 5, 2012
do not go with me, mom
I was a little bit apprehensive about the first day back to school after a two week break. Brett, as a general rule, is not a fan of change in the routine.
But, ready for school, Brett watched out the front door for the bus to arrive. I was cleaning up breakfast when he made the declaration:
"Do not go with me, Mom, do not go with me!"
I was taken aback! This is the child who, for the first 6 weeks of school, I had to physically place on the bus due to his resistance. This is the child who, just 2 weeks ago, wanted me to walk with him all the way to the end of the driveway and hold his hand as he stepped on the bus.
"...Well, okay, I'll just see you off...", I stumbled as I grabbed my coat. And then, "Well, I'll just walk you to the end of the sidewalk" (Brett was already several feet ahead of me by now.) "...I'll just walk to the lamppost with you..." Halfway down the driveway, he wasn't even in earshot by then. I finally stopped and watched him so independently get on the bus.
Proud, and a bit lost, I waved and headed back into the house. When did my little boy get so big? And who, really, has the harder time letting go?
But, ready for school, Brett watched out the front door for the bus to arrive. I was cleaning up breakfast when he made the declaration:
"Do not go with me, Mom, do not go with me!"
I was taken aback! This is the child who, for the first 6 weeks of school, I had to physically place on the bus due to his resistance. This is the child who, just 2 weeks ago, wanted me to walk with him all the way to the end of the driveway and hold his hand as he stepped on the bus.
"...Well, okay, I'll just see you off...", I stumbled as I grabbed my coat. And then, "Well, I'll just walk you to the end of the sidewalk" (Brett was already several feet ahead of me by now.) "...I'll just walk to the lamppost with you..." Halfway down the driveway, he wasn't even in earshot by then. I finally stopped and watched him so independently get on the bus.
Proud, and a bit lost, I waved and headed back into the house. When did my little boy get so big? And who, really, has the harder time letting go?
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