Tuesday, October 13, 2009
7:00 am- My daughter tells me she is the Beast and I am Beauty. Ok. If that is any indication of how the day is going to go, at least I’m prepared.
7:30 am- Beast eats all his oatmeal (because Beasts need to be strong to be fierce).
8:00 am- Beauty helps Beast pick out some beautiful courtly clothes for the day.
8:30 am- Beauty vacuums while Beast begrudgingly dusts and helps vacuum (because a clean castle is a happy castle). Singing helps us along.
9:30 am- My daughter tells me that I am now the Beast and she is Beauty. Was it the vacuuming that turned me beastly?
10:00 am- Beast convinces Beauty that the castle is being attacked by dragons. Beauty climbs into her chariot while the horses and Beast whisk her off on a nice 2 ½ mile jog through the forest. Beast is happier with a little exercise.
10:30 am- Beauty runs with the horses then rides her bike (“it’s NOT a horse, Beast, it’s a bicycle!”) around the neighborhood with Beast in hot pursuit.
11:00 am- Beauty finds a baby who needs a home and invites her to stay in the castle while Beast makes lunch and tidies up.
1:00 pm- As we settle down for naptime books, my daughter says, “I’m just June now and you‘re just Mommy.” “Oh Good- I’ve kind of missed being Mommy. But I had fun, too!”
Not every day will be the perfect pre-school day. Neither of us were in the mood, today, for counting, letters or anything structured. Besides, the house looks clean. We got our exercise. And we had fun.
Maybe tomorrow I’ll get to be a dinosaur.
I like dinosaur-days.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Blogging has forced me to be a little honest about myself: Apparently, I'm not perfect. Sad, but true. I'm not unique in this; I am a mom. Here are some of my top issues:
1) Parenting: I'm not a fan of being forced to parent someone else's kid because they don't feel like it (of course I don't mean you, silly!). I am, apparently, a big fan of standing on a soapbox and preaching about it.
2) Junk food and sugar: It's a special treat. That doesn't mean they should serve it at every event where children are welcome to attend. Would the world collapse if someone offered a 3 year old a carrot stick? If they're hungry enough... well, you know how that goes.
3) Commercialized toys and other junk: Don't we have enough to shield our children from without having to be worried about lead paint, choking hazards and commercialization? I say, let them play with blocks and read books. It won't kill them to be the last kid on the block to play Rock Band.
That's enough ranting for one day. I enjoy the simple things and I want my kids to enjoy them, too. Is that too much to ask? How about you? Is there something in your world that drives you to the edge of crazy? Or beyond? I'd love to hear about it!