Monday, August 30, 2010

Well, I asked

Lately, I've been forgetting that Sam is getting really smart and starting to think about things in a different way--but that way is not the adult way. So sometimes I ask her questions that are really dumb, like "what are you doing?" and she'll look at me like I'm an idiot and say "I'm running around with dis hanger scatting (scratching) things."
Clearly, I could see that she was running around the house with a hanger scratching things. I could also see that she was "making a big mess," "wiping dis booger on da wall," "rolling on the floor," "throwing dis toy," and about a thousand other bizarre things she does on a daily basis. Which means I probably should have asked "Why are you doing that?" instead of "what are you doing?" It's a lesson I continue to learn the hard way every day. I can hardly blame her for answering my question so literally, though. The look on her face when I ask seems to say, "Geez, Mom, you ask a stupid question, you get a stupid answer."
Sometimes, however, she answers a question in a way I never expected that shows she is thinking about things but still doesn't actually understand how things work. Take today. While I got out of the shower and was getting ready Sam asked "where we going today?" It's been a very busy last couple of weeks, and every day she's gotten dragged to at least one long appointment.
I looked at her and said "You know what? We don't have anywhere we have to be! No appointments on our schedule! So, we can do whatever we want. Is there somewhere you would like to go today?"
Sam looked at me with a huge grin and yelled "Yeah! I want to go to UTAH! Let's go."
Huh, I didn't see that coming at all.
So now, instead of a super fun day where she got to pick the destination, she is very disappointed and upset that we can't drive 12 hours to visit her "Mack and G" in Utah. Welcome to parenthood: "disappointing children through our best intentions for thousands of years."
Moral of the story: I shouldn't have asked.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Bad Call

Why, oh why didn't I write my speech for tomorrow night before Mockingjay was released today? It would have taken me so little time, but I put it off, and now I not only have to do it last minute, but have to drag myself away from the final installment of the Hunger Games series to do so.
I'm a moron who didn't think ahead, that's why.

I'm also someone who is still procrastinating by taking time to post this on my blog instead of writing my speech...

I'm a terminal procrastinator!

Friday, August 13, 2010

There's probably a lot of factors at work here...

Maybe it's the heat (our AC was accidentally cranked up to our "vacation setting" so it was 84 and climbing in our house this morning).
Maybe it's the pregnancy exhaustion.
Maybe it's Sam waking up at 6am and wanting to "sleep" in my bed for an hour, that hour mainly consisting of her smacking me in the face repeatedly with her gloworm as she attempted to hand it to me and asking to "turn the music back on!" (We only let it play music during the day, lights only at night).
Maybe it's a lot of things...
but seriously, Calliou has to be the most annoying, whiny, obnoxious child ever to grace the TV universe. The fact that there has yet to be an episode where Mommy drops him off at Grandma's "Just to get a freakin' break from all the whining, before mommy has a break down!" is endlessly fascinating to me. Far be it for me to rag on a kid that probably has alopecia, but geez, he drives me nuts.

Then again, I acknowledge that I could just be having a stressful day. It doesn't help that Calliou is Sam's favorite show on PBS kids and she wakes up before seven every day, just to make sure she doesn't miss it at 7:30. We have had talks at our house however, and Sam knows that "I do not talk like Caillou. No whining!" So, at least he's telling her how NOT to be.
I'm going to take comfort in the fact that it's probably not just me, however.
The other day at the library some kid was looking at books with Sam and opened up a book with a bald kid in it. She yelled "Mommy, look--it's Caillou!" The mom said "It looks like him doesn't it?" and then turned to me and said under her breath "Holy crap. I hate that whiny Caillou. Drive me crazy!"
There's at least one other person out there who can't stand a fictional preschool character. Anyone else out there who can't stand Caillou, I'm thinking of creating a support group?