Sitting atop my son's dresser is a yellow square plate. This plastic plate contains his treasures: a cicada exoskeleton; a tiny egg carton that once contained dinosaur egg gum; a flat brown seed liberated from a pod; the velvety blue-and-black remains of a butterfly; a pirate spy-glass; a wooden horse colored with markers; and a Lego piece that resembles a light saber.
I can’t wait to get married and have kids. Meal times will be so special and wonderful. I’ll cook a nice meal, and they’ll all appreciate that I made it all from scratch with great love and devotion. We’ll use nice manners and talk about our day and bond with each other. It’ll be so special and wonderful. Then I woke up.
As promised, I am writing to debrief you on the car trip to Maine—two day's drive up, two day's drive back. Let’s call it “To DVD or not to DVD!” We wrestled with the decision whether or not to lay down the dough for a portable DVD player. I grilled my friends with kids and even put the question out there on my Facebook status to see what folks thought.
As my three-year-old stomped on the floorboard of the plastic car attached to my shopping cart, he screamed, “This is ree-DIC-ulous!” It was over some candy or toy that I was saying NO to. Of course, you know what I was thinking…“this is ridiculous!” He also says things like, “I’ll be with you in just a minute, Mommy, I’m busy [watching cartoons] right now,” and “Can you just leave me alone for one minute?!”
Gone are the days of “let’s leave early, drive all day and night, and just stop to eat and pee!” With two little ones, we’re about to embark upon the adventure of a two-day drive from our home in Ohio to Portland, Maine. It’s about 15 hours of driving, and that doesn’t include potty breaks, run around at the rest stop breaks, food breaks, and I’m sure a few melt-down breaks.
Are you looking for something fun to do with your young son (or daughter), but a little short on cash? I discovered an activity that our son now begs for us to do again and again. It’s so simple, yet can provide potentially hours of entertainment. This will probably appeal to dads more than moms, but you never know.
The other day when I was talking to my sister, I told her that I was bummed about leaving my running shoes at my mother-in-law’s house and didn’t want to wait a week to get them back. She said, “Do you run every day?” I said, “No, they’re part of my Mom uniform.” I don’t think she got it, no kids yet, but I laughed at my little funny.