Thursday, March 1, 2007

How a two-year-old shares

I picked up some ice cream for dessert this evening. Jet polished his off rather quickly, then went around asking for bites of other people's. Knight always gets the coffee ice cream. (I think he does it just so he doesn't have to share with Jet.)

I gave Jet a bite of mine, and the following conversation ensued.

J: "I'm sharing!"

D: "No, I'm sharing."

J: "I wanna hold it." (referring to my bowl of ice cream)

D: "No, you'll spill it."

K: "He just wants to be the one sharing."

Yeah, I'm sure that's his motive.


Table talk

For some reason there was a clothespin on the table tonight at dinner. Jet picked it up and was fooling around with it.

He held it up to me and asked, "What is this?"

I said, "It's a clothespin."

He squeezed it so that it opened, and said, "No, it's an open pin!"

(Say it out loud a few times -- you'll catch on.)

I couldn't make this stuff up! Tee-hee!


Wednesday, February 28, 2007

You could blame it on the drugs...

... except that I wasn't on any. File this under "Stupid things only a parent says".

Jet wanted cheese for dinner, and by "cheese", he means, "Individually Wrapped Slices of American Cheese". So, I gave him a piece to have with the other stuff we were eating. He finished it and asked for more. He ate the second one, too.

By this time, Knight and I were done eating and were beginning to clear the table. I was also trying to read the information about the antibiotic I received from the doctor today (diagnosis: sinus infection). Jet began demanding more cheese.

After extracting a "please" from him, I went to the fridge. I had to open a new package of cheese slices (hereafter referred to as IWSAC). As I stepped back to the table, Jet let it be known that HE wanted to pick his own slice of IWSAC. Then he started in on this thing he's been doing lately where he contradicts himself about 100 times in 5 seconds: "I want that one. No, I want THAT one. No, I want that one. NO! I want THAT one." He gets progressively more whiny with each statement.

Finally, I'd had it up to HERE. I tossed the whole package on the table and brilliantly commanded, "JET! They're all the frickin' same! Just pick a cheese!"

I was holding it together, even after I realized that what I'd said would sound ridiculous to any normal person, until I realized that Knight was snickering at the sink behind me. I lost my grip on my Firm Disposition.

Jet finally figured out which IWSAC he wanted. Incidentally, it was the FIRST one I tried to hand him. Hmph.


Tuesday, February 27, 2007

Holes in my head

My dad used to joke about people who had multiple piercings as having too many holes in their head, and something about that resulting in a greater chance that their brains would leak out. I used to laugh and agree with him. But today... Could somebody drill a hole in each of my sinuses and drain them? Please?

I'm planning to go to work tomorrow; I already have a doctor's appointment at 3:45 tomorrow afternoon. Somebody would have to cover the last 15 minutes of my study hall so I could leave to get there on time; I'm pretty sure I could find a volunteer who can be bribed with chocolate.

(Is it sad that chocolate doesn't even sound good to me? See #9 here.)

I see more NyQuil in my very near future. Didn't I just go through this?


Sick day

I'm home sick today. It started on Sunday evening with the classic runny nose... and progressed to a full-blown head cold. Sinus pain and stuffed ears. I taught heroically yesterday, but was drained after my shower this morning.

I was also supposed to go on a mission trip with my sophomore homeroom this week. Our school has a unique program called Impact Education. All kids (PK-12th) learn about missions in classes, and all of the secondary grades (7th-12th) take a mission trip every year. My sophomores are going to Oklahoma to help log hours for a family in a Habitat for Humanity-type situation. As much as I was really looking forward to going with them, I just can't.

I got up as usual this morning and showered, then came into the living room and plopped on the couch. About five minutes later, I realized that I'd been composing lesson plans for a sub in my head, trying to switch around my lessons to make them sub-suitable... and started calling to find someone to go in for me. I finally found someone after waking up approximately 7 people at 6:00 a.m. who weren't available. (Hey, don't get pissy. YOU'RE the one who signed up to sub.)

Then I went back to bed for awhile, and woke up to help Knight get Jet ready to go to school. Jet didn't want to get up. He wanted to stay in bed and cuddle me. He kept whining, "No, no, no" when we tried to entice him by listing all the fun things he loves to do at his playschool.

He's been doing things like this lately. Saying "No, Mommy, don't go to work today."

To me, it's just more confirmation that I'm supposed to stay home next year... Yay!

Anyway, I went back to bed at 9:00 and Knight called at 12:30 and woke me up. I ate a bowl of cereal, wandered around the blogosphere a bit, and am posting this. I believe I'll be back in bed within the next half-hour.

It just seems to work better if I'll take one day off and rest, rather than dragging out the days trying to fight it...