Quick Before I Get Sidetrack'd

A couple of weeks ago the kids and I were doing a little shopping at Target.  As we wandered the aisles of cleaning supplies and paper goods, Little asked for a piece of candy.  I gave her an Ice Breaker’s Sour (her candy of choice behind chocolate) and she began munching away on it.

Behind us a lady was innocently making her way to purchase a bottle of Lysol or something when Little suddenly proclaimed, “Lady no eat my candy.”  I responded with, “No, sweetie, the lady doesn’t need your candy.”  To which Little says, “Lady have no teeth.”

Um, yeah, I’m pretty sure the lady did have teeth (although I didn’t look back to check), but we are always telling Little that Boo can’t eat (goldfish, bananas, candy, fill in the blank) because he doesn’t have teeth.  Apparently this extends to anyone and everyone who doesn’t need/want her food.

And then on Friday…I had the kids at the doctor’s office for well-baby checkups.  As we entertained ourselves with Teletubbies on the TV in the waiting room, a little boy came in wearing SpongeBob shorts.  Little looked at him and promptly proclaimed, “Little boy have fruit snacks on his pockets.”

She’s never been exposed to SpongeBob except via fruit snacks that she shares with her friend D, so I guess it was a logical conclusion for a 2 year old, but it took some effort for me to contain my laughter.

Maybe we should ger her out more…or less.

It would seem that I hit myself with the mommyspoketoosoon jinx when I hit publish on Tuesday’s post.  Tuesday night Boo slept okay, Wednesday night he did bad, and last night he did terrible.  

We shall never speak of his sleeping accomplishments again.

The Boo baby has learned to roll.  He rolled from tummy to back the first time when he was about a week old and has done it a few times since.  About three weeks ago he figured out how to roll from back to tummy over his left side, and he’s been a rolly-poly boy ever since.  Now, when we lay him in the floor, he will roll back to tummy to back to tummy over and over again.  I think he’s glad he can get around a bit.

In other Boo news, we’re still having sleeping issues.  For the last week or so (since starting Prevacid) he’s done better at night.  We averaged one feeding and about three paci retrievals for the first several days, and then this weekend he went down to one feeding and one paci retrieval.  Last night, he slept all.night.long!  It was a very exciting time and would have been even better if Little hadn’t woken up at 3:40 with a nightmare.  Anyway, he’s done it once, so we know he can; hopefully it will become a regular event.

What is the sleep issue you might ask?  Well, he’s decided that he can’t go to sleep easily.  He’s all about crying and screaming to fight sleep as long as possible.  It started Saturday night (while we were out of town, of course) and it took 45 minutes of walking and bouncing while he cried to get him to give it up.  Sunday night was about the same.  Last night we opted to put him in his bed (since he was crying no matter where he was or what we did) and see if he would settle down on his own.  It took him about 25 minutes, but he finally gave up and went to sleep.  We’ll see how tonight goes.

So, we’ve traded one issue for another, but I can handle the crying before bedtime much easier than the up and down and screaming in the middle of the night.  I’m hoping that when we get past the fighting sleep issue he’ll settle down into a good sleeping pattern.  Right now it looks hopeful; we’ll keep our fingers crossed.

Apparently I’m starting a new thing around here; this is my second Friday in a row to post a meme.  I saw this one at Lu’s the other day and thought it was pretty neat.  You plug your answers into Google Image Search and choose a picture from the first page of your search results.  For what it’s worth…

Little is at that age where the imagination begins to blossom.  You never know what she’ll say when a conversation begins.  A couple of recent examples:

A few weeks ago she was telling me about a dog that lives in Boo’s room.  It is little and white and fluffy and likes to sleep in Boo’s bed.  As she was telling me this, she said, “Oh no!”  I asked what she was oh-no-ing about and she said, “Doggie get out of Boo’s room.  Get back, doggie!”

Then today her best friend D was here and they were playing and having a great time together.  At one point they were getting ready to “go” (putting on shoes, gathering bags, etc) and I heard them talking about going to the grocery store and about going to work.  Later this afternoon, Little put on her “troc” shoes and threw her bag on her shoulder.  This conversation followed:

Little: “Bye, Mommy.”

Me: “Where are you going?”

Little: “To the grocery store.”

Me: “What are you getting at the grocery store?”

Little: “Tacdos. Tacdos for Mommy and Daddy and me.”

Me: “Yummy.  I like tacos.”

Little: “Mommy and Boo stay here.”

Me: “Okay, we’ll stay right here.”

Little: “Have a good day.”

There are so many times these days that she makes me laugh out loud. It is fun to see what she comes up with while she is playing.