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Jun. 23rd, 2009 10:28 pmI need to get up and pack my stuff up for a day trip tomorrow. I'm heading up to see my parents, I think. M has an evening obligation with the Scandinavian Heritage thingie-o, and it's always kind of depressing when you are just sitting at home waiting for someone to come home, and putting the baby to bed alone and all that. It's a 90-minute drive, and that's not too far, really, but it sure sounds like a pain when you have a small child, particularly one that does nap when away from home. Course, she didn't nap today either, which led to many great moments for parents and children alike. She was in trouble more this afternoon than I think she's ever been in her entire life. She was throwing things and using her toys to shovel dirt out of the plants and around the room (she got in big trouble TWICE for that one) and dissolving into tears over nothing and all sorts of nonsense. She's usually so good that I am kind of at a loss when she turns on the two-ness.
I used to sort of think that having to take care of a kid during the "terrible twos" (or any other age wherein the behavior of said child is notoriously difficult in some way: ie, birth through age one hundred, I guess) would be pretty much unbearable, but the truth is that when it's your own kid, you just sort of deal with it and go on. It's exactly like going swimming in a pool that's too cold. You jump into the shallow end, and it's such a shock to your system that you can't do anything but shiver helplessly and flail about while (hopefully) still laughing at yourself. And you're only in the water to just above your waist, say, but it feels like more than enough. That's the newborn stage, more or less. After that, you begin to edge out into the deeper waters, partially against your will, and every step you take brings another wave of cold up your body. Just when you get used to it and think hey, everything is good!, you're pushed just a little farther out and you have to get used to it all again. Such is parenting. Just when you get used to one stage, they're moving on to something different.
Ooh, metaphors and shit. I am all bloggy and stuff. Well, I guess it would be more of a simile than a metaphor since I said it was exactly LIKE going swimming in a pool that's too cold, but I've always thought simile was an ugly duckling word that should no longer be used.
I think maybe I must have been drinking or something?
Also, I got eight boxes of Oreo Cakesters free last week and now I have eaten one (cakester, not one box!) and it was actually pretty good. It was, however, not as good as regular old Oreos. I keep hearing whispering children saying "Billy's got Oreo Cakesters!" from a stupid commercial they had a while back, though. It is totally ruining my Cakester experience. Do you think I could sue them over it? I'm sure I have a solid case...or at least as solid as some others I've heard of. While I'm waiting for the Cakester lawsuit millions to come pouring in, though, did you see that part about having EIGHT BOXES? Does anyone want to come over and have processed dessert snack food cakes with me, and then maybe braid each other's hair?
I used to sort of think that having to take care of a kid during the "terrible twos" (or any other age wherein the behavior of said child is notoriously difficult in some way: ie, birth through age one hundred, I guess) would be pretty much unbearable, but the truth is that when it's your own kid, you just sort of deal with it and go on. It's exactly like going swimming in a pool that's too cold. You jump into the shallow end, and it's such a shock to your system that you can't do anything but shiver helplessly and flail about while (hopefully) still laughing at yourself. And you're only in the water to just above your waist, say, but it feels like more than enough. That's the newborn stage, more or less. After that, you begin to edge out into the deeper waters, partially against your will, and every step you take brings another wave of cold up your body. Just when you get used to it and think hey, everything is good!, you're pushed just a little farther out and you have to get used to it all again. Such is parenting. Just when you get used to one stage, they're moving on to something different.
Ooh, metaphors and shit. I am all bloggy and stuff. Well, I guess it would be more of a simile than a metaphor since I said it was exactly LIKE going swimming in a pool that's too cold, but I've always thought simile was an ugly duckling word that should no longer be used.
I think maybe I must have been drinking or something?
Also, I got eight boxes of Oreo Cakesters free last week and now I have eaten one (cakester, not one box!) and it was actually pretty good. It was, however, not as good as regular old Oreos. I keep hearing whispering children saying "Billy's got Oreo Cakesters!" from a stupid commercial they had a while back, though. It is totally ruining my Cakester experience. Do you think I could sue them over it? I'm sure I have a solid case...or at least as solid as some others I've heard of. While I'm waiting for the Cakester lawsuit millions to come pouring in, though, did you see that part about having EIGHT BOXES? Does anyone want to come over and have processed dessert snack food cakes with me, and then maybe braid each other's hair?
