I hear this is just a phase, this refusal to wear clothes. Right now it is just at night, and no matter what I do, he ends up sleeping buck naked. Though he did strip down when I was fixing dinner last night. I've tried a couple times to put his zip up jammies on backwards, but he immediately goes to the bathroom in them so he can take them off. So...in the spirit of "Picking your battles", I've decided to let this one go. Or maybe that's just a way to get around admitting I've been beaten by a 2 year old. Either way, it's a habit that's here to stay, for a while at least. It started just after we took out his crib and put his toddler bed up. I guess one freedom begets another.
I actually planned a digital stakeout last night, putting the night vision on my camcorder and recording the happenings after I leave the room.
8:00 - The camera seemingly zooms in on my rear end as I give him a kiss goodnight. Must be that auto-zoom, right??
8:00:32 - After one quick cry of "Mommy!", he sets to work.
8:03 - Jammies succesfully deposited into the hamper, and he scampers into the bed with just his Thomas underwear on (and I know the only thing saving them from the same fate right away was the brand)
8:10 - Suspect "requests" more water 15 times. Daddy complies.
8:11 to 8:34 - Assorted scamperings on the bed. Edward and Skarloey (trains) found themselves in a carnival of happenings - riding over the end table, across the wall, under the covers - and repeat.
8:34 - 8:52 - The toddler in question rolls around his blankets, flipping them in the air, hiding under them.
8:52 - Suspect decides that the underwear are getting in his way, and proceeds to deposit them into the hamper as well.
8:53 - Wanting to show off this latest accomplishment, suspect requests to go "pee-pee". Mommy complies, and upon opening the door, suspect looks very apologetic and says "sorry take yammies off, take unner-ware off, mommy". Mommy tells him it's okay. He set this up for a reaction, so withholding seems the best approach.
8:54 - Subject goes through amazing antics attempting to look like he really has to go. Grunts and moans fill the bathroom, and suspect smiles mischeviously while quoting various snippets about his day.
8:56 - After sitting on the potty unsuccessfully for a few minutes, Mommy figures out she's been had, and returns subjects to bedroom. Naked toddler slowly dances his way back to bed, flinging himself the last two feet.
9:27 - Camera runs out of tape, but catches the last half hour of bed prancing and train playing by the tiny nudist.
9:45 - Suspect finally passes out. Mommy watches tape to see if anything qualifies for America's Funniest Home Videos, and then passes out herself.
2.19.2007
I'll take "Trains" for $500, Alex!
Trains....
The toots and whistles ring into my ears well into the night. Their faces and names haunt my dreams. Today Alfie is his favorite, yesterday it was Murdoch and Neville. Before that, George and Gordon were the favored team. The main ones, like Thomas, Percy and Emily, are still in the running most days.
We have about 10 feet or so of track now, which scatters about in the middle of the living room with 10 car pile-ups on every corner. His latest game is to give them a running start, one by one, and watch the resulting wreckage with glee. It's like a bad Keanu Reeves movie.
But enough about trains - I hear this phase should pass within 3 or 4 years. If you see me with one foot in the looney bin by that time, you'll know why. I'll have disposed of much valuable information in my brain to make room for learning all of their names.
And Brent had his first great adventure into the world without his Mommy to guide him. Last week was a mess, with ice storms, a loss of electricity for 2 days, and a babysitter in the hospital. So, I met my Dad halfway between our houses on Wednesday and shipped him off until the weekend. I think he was a little homesick, but I know he had a great time. I probably missed him more than he did me. Those last 30 minutes going down to get him couldn't have gone any slower if they tried. I just wanted to see his smile and hold him until he complained. And then the wait was over, and I heard the happy cries of "Mommeeeeee" before I even got to the door. Whew! The world was right again....
The toots and whistles ring into my ears well into the night. Their faces and names haunt my dreams. Today Alfie is his favorite, yesterday it was Murdoch and Neville. Before that, George and Gordon were the favored team. The main ones, like Thomas, Percy and Emily, are still in the running most days.
We have about 10 feet or so of track now, which scatters about in the middle of the living room with 10 car pile-ups on every corner. His latest game is to give them a running start, one by one, and watch the resulting wreckage with glee. It's like a bad Keanu Reeves movie.
But enough about trains - I hear this phase should pass within 3 or 4 years. If you see me with one foot in the looney bin by that time, you'll know why. I'll have disposed of much valuable information in my brain to make room for learning all of their names.
And Brent had his first great adventure into the world without his Mommy to guide him. Last week was a mess, with ice storms, a loss of electricity for 2 days, and a babysitter in the hospital. So, I met my Dad halfway between our houses on Wednesday and shipped him off until the weekend. I think he was a little homesick, but I know he had a great time. I probably missed him more than he did me. Those last 30 minutes going down to get him couldn't have gone any slower if they tried. I just wanted to see his smile and hold him until he complained. And then the wait was over, and I heard the happy cries of "Mommeeeeee" before I even got to the door. Whew! The world was right again....
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