A Sick Day but Cuteness Can’t Be Stopped!
Today was a sick day at my house. I laid on the couch and tried to introduce Cee to the joys of Pride and Prejudice – the old school, BBC, Colin Firth version.
He enjoyed the horses, he enjoyed the dancing and clapping, he did not get to the emotional depth of Elizabeth and Darcy’s journey to love.
So, ladies, THE scene came on – you know the one I’m talking about, when Darcy is gazing longingly at Elizabeth after she just saved his little sister from a social/emotional upset.
Ah, yes, this is it:
(My college roommates paused the TV on this moment and used The Look as wallpaper. It was very inspiring.)
Anyway, I told Cee to look at Mr Darcy and that if he could learn to look at a woman like that he could get any woman he wanted.
Cee turned and looked at me and said, “Cars.”
Very good Cee. You’re too young for that lesson anyway.
The Terror of the Petting Zoo
This would be a running peacock…
An this would be WHY the peacock is running. Oh dear.
I can think of few jobs that would be more traumatic than being a petting zoo animal. This little guy has the right idea.
Stay down there little friend. Surely they won’t notice.
There are a few terrors for parents there too:
Easter Views
Happy Day-After-Easter Mamas! I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to get Cee on a major sugar detox after yesterday’s festivities.
We woke Cee up, got him dressed, had some breakfast, and then the hunt was on:
I bought the shiniest eggs I could find to help Cee out, but I couldn’t find a basket that I liked. I don’t want movie-theme baskets, I don’t want sports, I don’t want to pay $8, I just want some simple blue and pink plastic weaved together that I can stuff with fake grass.
Maybe next year.
Since Cee’s still too young to really carry his own basket anyway, we ended up just putting his eggs in a plastic microwave lid.
Ghetto, I know, but look at this face. I don’t think Cee noticed.
What he did notice quite quickly was all of the candy stuffed in those eggs. Do you see those big lips and cheeks puffed out?
No, our toddler hasn’t picked up a nasty chewing tobacco habit – it’s jelly beans. Lots of jelly beans.
He shoved about 8 in his mouth at once, chewed on them for about 10 minutes, and drooled all kinds of pastel slime. It. Was. Sick.
The day was magical and relaxed. Delights in each new egg and the moments shared with family and friends.
But now the leftover candy is hidden under winter sweaters in the closet and won’t be resurfacing for a good long time.
Like a Flash
I wouldn’t have believed it before experiencing it for myself, but today’s mommy lesson to me is that…
A good Mommy can flash neighborhood roof workers.
While working in the kitchen this morning, Cee was doing his normal climb-on-everything routine. He took a rather bad tumble right onto the tile floor with a couple of bonks on the way.
The sadness was devastating for all involved.
So I’m on the floor with Cee, checking him for bumps, breaks, blood, breathing…. all those B’s that moms think about when they’re sure their offspring could die at any moment.
He was fine, but very shaken by the experience, and as you can imagine, between the tears, snot, and eye rubbing, his face had gotten quite nasty. On the kitchen floor there weren’t many resourses at my disposal. No blankies, no tissues, just me, and there was no way that Cee was going to let me go for one minute.
Come on good mamas, what would you have done? We all get snot on our shirts and I’d just finished a jog and was going to take a shower and change soon anyway…
I whipped that shirt off of my back and wiped off that poor little face.
Now, normally walking around with no shirt during the day in my house would be no prob – there’s a 6 foot privacy fence, the backyard neighbors work, and the upstairs blinds are always drawn on the one two-story house back there.
So I walked to the laundry room and threw my shirt in the wash. I finished what I was doing at the sink. I got a cookie and crumbled it onto the table for Cee, and that’s when I looked out our double-sided, full-length, glass sliding kitchen door and saw TWO roof workers up on the roof of the house kitty-corner to mine.
They were close and high enough that I can say one of them was wearing suspenders.
If I can say that about him, what can he say about me?
I’ve learned my lesson and am putting blinds for that door higher on my list of necessary home improvements.
Cactus Lessons
Over the weekend Cee saw a cactus.
This cactus was like none other that he’d ever seen before. Instead of being plucked soft and bald in a store parking lot, this cactus was in a beautiful field of wildflowers and had a sort of fuzzy appeal.
Cee approached the cactus and Mommy said, “No, don’t touch that,” but how could anything so beautiful and innocent be bad?
He touched the cactus and learned the hard way that Mommy knows best and that you can’t always trust things in beautiful packages or surroundings.
His hand was covered in prickers, but we got them out quickly and with a couple of kisses and graham crackers Cee was as good as new again.
PS My friend Rach took these last two pics. When my son is on his way to hurt himself I don’t stand back to snap the shots, I was right behind him, but was just a moment too late.
Monkey See, Monkey Do
Everyone’s heard the old adage, Monkey See, Monkey Do. It is pretty straightforward as those sayings go – its meaning quite clear without any real need for contemplation.
I just never knew before that it was about toddlers.
Toddlers are crazy monkeys – they see, they do… they add sound effects.
Last night Jay was getting a little stir crazy. Being sick and stuck inside all day, pushed him to be productive in one way or another and Cee was right behind him the whole way. They hung the last of the frames, they inspected how the leaf in our new table fits in:
And they blew their noses together:
(No pics in this post were staged – Cee did this on his own I swear.)
Luckily Cee’s the only one in the fam not to get taken down by this cold, so to make his impression more real he made nose blowing sounds with his mouth.
Clever little monkey.
