Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Mo: I don't want to die!
Me: What makes you think you're going to die?
Mo: I don't want to die, ever.
Me: You don't have to worry. You won't die until you're very, very old. It's nothing you have to worry about right now.
Mo: But I don't want to die ever.
Me: Well, you can live longer by making sure you stay healthy. And you can stay healthy by eating fruits and vegetables and exercising and getting a good nights sleep.
Mo: Really, then I'll live forever?
Me: Well, uh...
Mo: Like until I'm 26?
Me: Yeah. Until you're 26. And even longer than that. Way longer.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Yesterday Mo asked what I did with "his board." I knew what he meant. They used to have a decorative board on their bedroom wall to measure how tall they were.
Mo kept pulling the thing off the wall and using it for ramps and bridges for his Hot Wheels. And that's fine. But he's your typical, careless 4-year-old and when moving the board he'd smack into furniture and walls. I was worried he'd smack Curly upside the head.
So I did what a lot of moms do: I got rid of it.
Err, actually I told him I got rid of it, but in reality I hid it in the basement storage room.
But you can't trick Mo that easily. He found it and carried it under his arm, beaming. He cruised right past me, headed for the white-carpeted staircase with a purpose.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked.
Without a pause, he replied, "Snowboarding."
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Yesterday I was on the phone rescheduling a doctor's appointment when I could hear them getting naked. The squeals of delight gave them away. I figured I had a couple minutes to finish what I was doing before peaking in on them.
Oh but I was wrong. A couple minutes was way too long.
You see, normally, when they run around in the buff, it's not a problem. And they know that "naked time" is for our house only. Mo learned that when he was 2 and kept trying to strip every where we went.
But this time, well, Curly's diaper was full. I didn't know that.
I won't go into detail, but it involved a lot of carpet cleaning, impromptu baths and washing bedsheets and blankets and pillowcases - all before leaving for morning preschool.
To help burn their energy today, we opted for a winter walk in the woods.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
But you can tell when all of that just isn't enough, and the little men get stir crazy. Then they start making their own fun. Lately they've been:
- Taking off their clothes and running circles and jumping on the beds.
- "Sledding" down the stairs in a plastic storage bin.
- Jumping off the stairs into a giant pile of pillows and blankets.
- Making "bridges" with every chair and cushion in the house in order to cross from sofa to recliner to kitchen table without getting eaten by alligators.
Monday, February 8, 2010
So I recently began using an under-the-bed storage container for Mo's clothes for the week. I put seven pairs of pants, seven shirts, undies and socks in the bin. I even make sure all the tops and pants match each other so he looks good no matter which combination he picks.
After a couple weeks, I started to feel guilty about preselecting all of Mo's outfits. He looked too polished, too grown up. He used to get so creative with his plaids and stripes and his bright green dog collar he sometimes wears as a belt.
Oh, but then he started getting creative again. That's my boy.
First he put his turtleneck on backwards and inside out. I pointed out what was incorrect and asked him if he'd like to change it before preschool. He said, "No, it's not scratchy or anything. I like it like this."
So I let him go like that. Interestingly, no one said a word even though it was quite obvious with his tag at the base of his throat.
Then he found a pair of Curly's sweat pants and decided to wear them to day care. I pointed out that his calves were exposed and he couldn't leave the house like that in the dead of winter. He went back to his room to change.
However, when he came back, instead of wearing new pants, he'd added a pair of knee socks to the ensemble. Way to go, Mo.
So perhaps I'm not stifling his creativity at all.
Friday, February 5, 2010
1. Mo: Hey Mom! I know an animal that stays up all night and sleeps in the day.
Me: Really? Which one.
Mo: Um, let me think a minute.
[One minute later.]
Mo: I remember! A pasta.
(Get it? A pasta, opossum.)
2. Mo: Hey Dad?
Mo: I got CASH!
Dad: You do? How much.
[Mo turns his pockets inside out and lifts up a couple coins.]
Mo: I got some quarters, and some diamonds.
(Dimes=diamonds... wouldn't it be nice.)
3. At the Magic Kingdom in Disney World.
Me: Look! It's Mickey/Minnie/Cinderella/Chip and Dale
Me: Don't you want to go see them? You could get an autograph. Or give them a hug.
Mo: That's OK. It's just a guy in a costume.
(He equated it to seeing people in costume on Halloween. So what that we're seeing Mickey Mouse in Disney World, I saw six Spidermans - Spidermen? - when I was trick-o-treating.)
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
I took him to play on the inflatables at the Y yesterday afternoon as a special treat while Curly and Dad napped. As soon as we got there, he took off. There were lots of kids jumping around the bouncy house and racing through the blow-up obstacle course. Mo was in heaven.
I hung back with the other parents, as we collectively congratulated ourselves for finding a (free!) way for the rug-rats to burn some energy in the dead of winter. Mo yelped and ran and bounced and laughed.
But then something changed.
He kept asking me to run the obstacle course with him. Or bounce with him.
If it was less crowded, I would be out there in a second. I've done it many a time.
But it didn't feel right to take a spot in line away from another overactive 4 year old - and make all the other kids wait in line just that much longer so Big Mama could have a turn. So I explained as much to Mo.
But he kept coming back. And back.
And then I figured it out.
There was a group of boys there, just a little older than him, who were all friends. I watched Mo ask one of the smaller guys, "Will you be my friend? Will you play with me?"
The kid said, "NO!" and gave him the cold shoulder.
Not easily deterred, Mo asked several more times, garnering the same reaction.
Now Mo is a very energetic, sociable guy - but I could see in his little face how much it hurt to get shunned by these older kids.
So I said, "Hey Kiddo, let's race on the obstacle course!" And we did. Over and over.
Yep, I was the only grown-up out there. And yes, I made the other kids wait in line while Mo and I bounced and bopped and slid. Boy did we have fun.
Afterwards, we just had to stop at Culvers and get ice cream - they had waffle cones on sale for a buck! I figure I need to take advantage of these moments now, while he still wants to hang out with his mama.