Cheese With Your Whine?
1.25.2006
Lessons from an almost-two-year-oldLesson 1: I don't sing very well.
We're adjusting our nighttime routine since she now has her big girl bed (well, just mattress really - the rest is coming shortly). Rylee gets a bath and then to facilitate her sleeping in her own bed for at least a few hours, I lie down with her and sing, tell stories and rub her back until she falls asleep.
The past few nights, when I'm singing, she opens her eyes wide up and says "No sing, Mama." Thanks Rylee. You've confirmed my requests for my next life - a better voice, longer legs and bigger boobs.
Lesson 2: I spend too much time at Wal-Mart.
That kid can recognize a Wal-Mart from any direction as soon as it comes into eyesight. And if I dare just drive by, well, you'd think I was killing the poor kid.
Lesson 3: There's something cool about how I say the word pancakes.
The other night when I got the ix-nay on singing, she said she wanted a story. Not feeling very creative, I figured I'd tell her about her sperm donor and the story behind him. Granted, she doesn't get it, but that's the beauty. I don't have to think about it, but it's words coming out of my mouth and she doesn't have to know exactly what they mean.
The story involves pancakes. Get your mind out of the gutter....it involved EATING pancakes. Nothing else.
As soon as I got the word out, she said, "Pankcakes?" I told her that that was in fact what I had said and from then on, after about every line or so, she would say, "Pancakes?". I would have to repeat it and then I could go on. This is how a typical story in our house goes now:
ME: There was an old woman who lived in a shoe.
R: Pancakes?
Me: Pancakes.
Me: She had so many children, she didn't know what to do.
R: Pancakes?
Me: Pancakes.
And on and on. I've never been so sick of saying a word in my life!
