Every once in a while, my daughter asks if she can sleep in my room. I let her when it seems to be a very important issue, otherwise we try to work things out, so she can have a peaceful rest in her own room. We have resorted to spritzing an evening spray of "Happy Dream Spray," a lavender based 'relaxation' mist and having an alligator who will 'eat bad dreams' before they reach her sit at the foot of her bed. These have usually been enough to help her get to sleep easily, but things can always change. tonight, when she asked if she could sleep in my room, i asked her why. she told me that her light scares her. her light? after delving a bit deeper, i find out that she is afraid of her light turning off, a.k.a. the dark. my poor angel.
lucky for her, i had put a high-powered night light in her room when we set it up... just in case. she used it a few times when she moved from her nursery into her big girl room, but she didn't remember. she was amazed by this light. she told me it was SO bright that even her pillow was lit up! it was magic! i love being the magic-maker... it's one of my favorite parts of the job!
she fell fast asleep and i left her magic night-light on, just in case she wakes up in the night. as everything in life seems to, i'm sure this fear will pass smoothly, too. i'm just glad we had that light in there, and that she was amazed by it. i'm glad she knows she can sleep in my room when she really needs to. i'm glad she fell asleep. i'm just glad.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Monday, June 6, 2011
like mother like daughter
Ever since I can remember, I have twirled my feet as I fall asleep. My mom used to call them my helicopters. Either each ankle on its own, or both interlocked and rotating, I have had twirling toes.
Tonight, as I put my baby to bed, I watched my sweet baby girl twirl her little feet as she fell asleep. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. She had no idea that I felt immense satisfaction in watching genetics play its part. She probably had no idea she was even doing it (as I noticed her feet, I then noticed that I, too, was twirling my own as I pushed up and back on the ottoman to glide us back and forth in the rocker.)
She and I have so many glaring similarities (we're virtually twins), but to see such a subtle one made my heart do its own special dance.
Tonight, as I put my baby to bed, I watched my sweet baby girl twirl her little feet as she fell asleep. It was the sweetest thing I've ever seen. She had no idea that I felt immense satisfaction in watching genetics play its part. She probably had no idea she was even doing it (as I noticed her feet, I then noticed that I, too, was twirling my own as I pushed up and back on the ottoman to glide us back and forth in the rocker.)
She and I have so many glaring similarities (we're virtually twins), but to see such a subtle one made my heart do its own special dance.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
the four tops
My top four favorite things:
1- the baby laughing so hard that she falls flat on her back, then sighing deeply like this was just all too much for her.
2- huge thunderstorms at the end of insanely hot days.
3- sleeping until 10 on a Sunday!
4- playing twister with my daughter and husband: She placed us on teams according to shirt color. she and I got to be 'vampires' because we were wearing green (I never question the rationale of a three-year-old). I thought i heard her say, "daddy sucks because he's wearing white." After much discussion about words like that, sportsmanship, etc., we realized that she was actually telling us that his team name is 'socks' ("daddy's socks because he's wearing white.") And we laughed for longer than we played!
1- the baby laughing so hard that she falls flat on her back, then sighing deeply like this was just all too much for her.
2- huge thunderstorms at the end of insanely hot days.
3- sleeping until 10 on a Sunday!
4- playing twister with my daughter and husband: She placed us on teams according to shirt color. she and I got to be 'vampires' because we were wearing green (I never question the rationale of a three-year-old). I thought i heard her say, "daddy sucks because he's wearing white." After much discussion about words like that, sportsmanship, etc., we realized that she was actually telling us that his team name is 'socks' ("daddy's socks because he's wearing white.") And we laughed for longer than we played!
Saturday, June 4, 2011
short and sweet
Today was such a wonderful summer's day! We played and relaxed. We spent three hours at the pool, both girls enjoying every minute of them. We searched out fireflies, catch and release, just as much fun as when I was a kid... no better, because I could watch M enjoying it more!
we played UNO and ate ice cream sandwiches! I'm not exaggerating - this was a truly wonderful day!
And that's all I've got. And that's all I need. Good night!
we played UNO and ate ice cream sandwiches! I'm not exaggerating - this was a truly wonderful day!
And that's all I've got. And that's all I need. Good night!
Friday, June 3, 2011
walking on broken glass
A glass jar slipped out of my hands and landed smack dab on the ceramic tiles in the kitchen. It exploded. Glass flew. I screamed. This was, of course, at bedtime. A bedtime that I promised my three-year-old i'd handle, which is not the norm when her dd is home. I cleaned it up as quickly as I could, sweeping, then vacuuming, then clorox wiping (to make sure!)
It was clean. But it gave me these whole philosophical thoughts on life, which seem to come at the most random of acts.
Tonight, I was struck by the spreading of the glass, the small pieces and large. If you think of every piece of glass and how it's like your own personal acts in life. How everything you do spreads, be it big or small. Something as little as saying "God Bless You" to someone on a train to something as big as donating furniture to a family getting their own home for the first time (unfortunately not something I have personally done.) Or how some pieces of glass get hidden for months, but will appear at the strangest time, as if it's just been sitting there, in plain sight, forever. That is like a lot of personal acts. You may not think about the effect, or there may not be an outcome, but it's there- good or bad, positively or negatively reacting- and its consequence will appear, as if it has always been there, in plain sight.
I don't have any specific examples in mind, but this is what I thought about while sweeping up glass tonight. How every one of our actions has a reaction from someone else. How we can positively or negatively affect others by the simplest (or grandest) of gestures, and how we just may not ever know what it will be or when the effect will take place. It's crazy, really, when you think of it.
I guess the moral is, if there is a moral, to just be kind. Think of others before you act. Be yourself and let that self be good. I'll stop before I get all righteous, but I think you all get what I mean.
It was clean. But it gave me these whole philosophical thoughts on life, which seem to come at the most random of acts.
Tonight, I was struck by the spreading of the glass, the small pieces and large. If you think of every piece of glass and how it's like your own personal acts in life. How everything you do spreads, be it big or small. Something as little as saying "God Bless You" to someone on a train to something as big as donating furniture to a family getting their own home for the first time (unfortunately not something I have personally done.) Or how some pieces of glass get hidden for months, but will appear at the strangest time, as if it's just been sitting there, in plain sight, forever. That is like a lot of personal acts. You may not think about the effect, or there may not be an outcome, but it's there- good or bad, positively or negatively reacting- and its consequence will appear, as if it has always been there, in plain sight.
I don't have any specific examples in mind, but this is what I thought about while sweeping up glass tonight. How every one of our actions has a reaction from someone else. How we can positively or negatively affect others by the simplest (or grandest) of gestures, and how we just may not ever know what it will be or when the effect will take place. It's crazy, really, when you think of it.
I guess the moral is, if there is a moral, to just be kind. Think of others before you act. Be yourself and let that self be good. I'll stop before I get all righteous, but I think you all get what I mean.
Thursday, June 2, 2011
water babies
Today was my first day at the pool with my two angels. I wasn't sure how it would be- crazy, overwhelming, scary... or just fun! It was just good ol' fashioned fun! M was so sure of herself and had so much fun racing from side to side with her little friend. B laughed and kicked and splashed the entire time! I smiled fully and truly for almost two straight hours! What a joy it was to sit and play and watch them love life!
I have a feeling that no matter how long it takes to pack up snacks and towels and slather sunscreen all over, we'll still try to get over there as many times a week as time will allow. Because what I do know is that this is definitely the time for me to enjoy- before M gets TOO sure of herself and turns daring. Before the baby stops wanting to splash me and starts wanting to crawl away. Before the fun in the sun turns into that crazy, overwhelming time that I had imagined in my head. Until then, we'll certainly be pool-bound, for sure!
I have a feeling that no matter how long it takes to pack up snacks and towels and slather sunscreen all over, we'll still try to get over there as many times a week as time will allow. Because what I do know is that this is definitely the time for me to enjoy- before M gets TOO sure of herself and turns daring. Before the baby stops wanting to splash me and starts wanting to crawl away. Before the fun in the sun turns into that crazy, overwhelming time that I had imagined in my head. Until then, we'll certainly be pool-bound, for sure!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
closing up shop... for the night.
This is take 3 of my attempt at a decent post tonight. One or two may have been better, but this is what we've got.
My computer is back to being his old tempermental self. My baby won't stop screaming, no matter what I try to do (she doesn't seem to understand that mommy's blog does take some concentration). And my eyes feel as if I'm wearing sandpaper instead of contacts, so I am packing it in for the night. Hoping tomorrow is a better day, technologically (for the computer) and gastroenterologically (I have no idea if that's a word... but that for the baby).
My computer is back to being his old tempermental self. My baby won't stop screaming, no matter what I try to do (she doesn't seem to understand that mommy's blog does take some concentration). And my eyes feel as if I'm wearing sandpaper instead of contacts, so I am packing it in for the night. Hoping tomorrow is a better day, technologically (for the computer) and gastroenterologically (I have no idea if that's a word... but that for the baby).
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