Dreary Saturday

The winter weather didn't turn out to be as bad in our area. It is just a dreary, cold, wet day. This morning got off with a bang. My toddler has a cold and doesn't sleep well when she has one. She wouldn't go to bed at her normal time last night so she went down late. She woke up a few times during the night and I finally just brought her to bed with me at 5:00 am. Sleep is a rare commodity in our house when she is sick. Needless to say, I will be tired all day.

The bang usually starts with my kindergartener awakening. She seems to disturb everyone in the house. For some reason, it is against the rules for anyone to sleep or wake slowly and quietly when she is up. She wakes up loud, singing, announcing to the world that she is up. She has been that way since she could speak. When she first starting sleeping in her toddler bed, she would wake up with the statement "It's wakin' time". No matter what time that time was.

With screaming from all the little people in our house, I know there is a problem. The girls are usually fighting over some sort of toy or the fact that the kindergartener wants to look at the toddler's teeth. These two happenings usually end up with screaming and a good scolding. Today's dilemma ended up with time alone in her room.

Dad usually gets some alone time in the morning before everyone else gets up. Today, he decided to sleep in. His alone time turns into completely disturbed, un-alone time. This in turn automatically forces a lunch time shower for him. He comes down the stairs and asks "What's for lunch knuckleheads"?

Leftovers it is!

This was a day to stay at home. It has been too cold and nasty out all day to go anywhere. We sort of "veged" all day and watched movies suitable for the kids. We actually watched parts of them between the constant singing and fighting of naps.

Dinner will consist of a pepperoni pizza from the local carry out joint. I didn't feel like cooking and Dad and I were on the same waive length - "margherita pizza". We just didn't feel like getting dressed up to go out to the place we love to have it. Shortcuts for pizza will do for today.

Dad is back with the pizza. It is time to eat! I love when he walks in the door.

Kindergartener and Toddler

As I sit here on this cloudy, gloomy day waiting for the winter weather to move in, the busy day has already started. Getting my kindergartener off to school is a daily challenge. The battle of the morning is usually "I don't want to wear that"! or "I don't want to eat that"! Today, it was the later.

When she is off to school, my attention turns to my toddler. It seems that there is a nonstop snack time. As I sit here to write, I am continually interrupted to get Goldfish or "bnah". That's toddler for banana. There is nothing like having to stop in the middle of what you are working on to slice a banana. Sometimes bananas just have to be sliced for a moment of peace and focus.

Of course, it is always funny to watch what new thing my toddler will do today. Since I am working, she thinks it is her duty to work on her "pere" too. That one is toddler for computer. I am stopped in the middle of typing to laugh at what she is doing. Since being exposed to Ichat, she is yelling at her screen, "Daddy come home", in toddler speak. You can't help but laugh.

It is time to get started with some house work. At least I have a little helper who will follow me around and "help". Amongst changing diapers and fighting naps, I am hoping to get some work done.

What will the rest of the day bring?

As usual, instant chaos begins when my kindergartener enters the front door from school. A snack always has to be prepared, not only for her, but for my toddler as well. God forbid something happen without her being in on it. The only thing that seemed to calm down my kindergartener today was reading her new book that was sent home from class.

Calm moments are rare with my girls. Right now, they are in the middle of the kitchen floor with a white board and dry erase markers writing their own "blog".

I can't wait until bath time when "complete refusal to obey" and "go along with the routine" go out the window.

A little screaming, a little playing, and a little cooking round out the day until Dad gets home. I love when he walks in the door.