I often wonder if what I have to say will be long enough to fill up a post. I know that it really doesn’t matter how long it is as long as the content is good. The last couple of days have been a fog of seasonal allergies, and sleep deprivation. I have not been sleeping well the last couple of days and Rachel has had a few rough nights. Michele had the weekend off which allows me a little time to relax and disconnect. So without further delay I will write about some random thoughts/events of the last few days.
Momblocker
Doodaddy posted about his adventures of a closet momblocker Thursday. Never hearing of the term, I was intrigued what it meant. I quickly realized that I was one. While I am not a die hard momblocker, demanding my way on every issue, I do have my moments. For a long time, I would insist I get her ready for outings and pack, or check, the diaper bag. I’ve let go of it for the most part as I try to keep my mouth shut, but the thoughts run across mind. When they do, I try to remind my self she (Michele) needs to learn how to do this stuff too.
First Haircut
Saturday morning we set off to get the little ones her first professional haircut. If you’ve never heard of the place Cookie Cutters is the coolest place to get your little ones hair cut. The seats are cars, and each place has it’s own playstation where you can play a game or watch a movie while you get your haircut.
Rachel was a little apprehensive when we put her in the seat, but settled when we put on Dora. But as soon as she felt the lady tug on her hair and saw the scissors it was a fight to keep her calm enough to get her hair cut.
We will definitely go back for her later hair cuts. The idea of a salon tailored to children is wonderfully overdue. Plus they have a pac-man game I can play while she gets her hair cut. (Joking)
Family Night
Every Saturday evening my family gets together with my brothers family and my mother, usually at my mothers house. While Rachel has never been downright scared of my brother, she’s always been a little cautious. Seeing him only once a week did not give her a lot of time to warm up to him.
The last three weeks she has played with just my brother. It’s nice to see them interacting and her laughing at my brother’s antics.
Shouldn’t Have to Say
While I usually add these without posting about them, I felt that this time I needed to comment. The teething process for her has been relativity easy. Her molars are giving her some problems however. The first have already come in and the second are pushing through now. Teething has given my some of the funniest “Shouldn’t Have to Say” and Sunday was no exception.
“Don’t chew one your books.” is pretty easy to figure. I’m sure she was just trying to get some relief. However, later in the day I told her, “Don’t bite Daddy’s collar bone.” I was holding her in my left arm and she laid her head down on my shoulder. As I rubbed her back and bounced her a little I felt her razor sharp teeth dig into my collar bone. She did not break the skin or anything, but it still surprised me.
Both have been added to the “Shouldn’t Have to Say” page.
Crayons
One of the items one our list to buy at Wal-mart Saturday was a box of 96 crayons. I was amazed to find that Crayola has a box with 120 crayons! Of course, I bought the bigger box. Examining the box once we got home, I saw that the packaging was like a pencil box with three crayon boxes and a sharpener inside. I spent a few minutes looking for blue.
I pulled them out this morning to do some coloring with my daughter. She scribbled on a page as I colored next to her. She’s doing a little better about letting me have a crayon.
We’ve been working on colors with her recently, so I was excited when I heard her say pink. Looking over to verify she had it right, I told her that it was right and she did a good job. A few seconds later I heard her say pink again. I looked over and saw a pink crayons in her hands and the first one on the floor. I told her good job again. A few seconds later “Pink” she piped up again and again I looked over to see a pinkish crayon in her hand. “Good Job” I told her. She must be getting this better than we thought if she can pull 3 pink crayons out of a box.
While looking for blue, she picked up one of the smaller boxes and dumped it. For some reason I yelled at her for dumping the crayons and I took them away. A few minutes later I felt bad and wondered why I flipped out over such a small thing. After thinking about it, I don’t know. My short temper sometimes gets the better of me; patience is not one of my strong points.
My daughter has already taught me a lot and I am trying to be a better person.
I still haven’t found that darn blue!
