Emma says: Daddy, this, outside, puppy, Kylie, Pops, that, hi, hey, hello, bye, tree, pretty, thanks, thank you, you’re welcome, shoes, shirt, teeth, book, ball, drink, go, car, bath, and probably several others that slip my mind at the moment. Does she say, “Mommy” nope. If the child can say “you’re welcome,” she can say, “mommy.”
I realize I’m being selfish, that she says lots of words, but is “Mommy” really too much to ask? Especially since the sounds she makes lately make me think Vietnamese is her first language.
I never used the “cry it out” method to get my children to sleep.
I’m using it now over breakfast. I have determined that there is nothing I can do to comfort my daughter over the fact that her chair cannot be scooted all the way in to touch the table if she’s sitting in it. How long can she cry about this? To be determined. Some things she just needs to come to terms with on her own.
When the husband is out of town all week and the three year old has the attitude of a teenager and the hearing of my 93 year old grandmother and the baby is teething and you haven’t made one single play group and the house is a mess and outside play time turns into holy hell we’re all waaaaay too hot…
You order pizza. And open a beer. And neither kid complains. And you realize that this was the best decision you made all week. And it’s not just because you put bacon on your half.
So the husband was on vacation last week, which resulted in us coming home from the grocery store with three different kinds of sausage. Plus we ate out at least four times. Then we had a work event Saturday night. Luckily, the dinner was healthy… The drinking until 2am and consumption of nachos after midnight was not.
I had kale for breakfast. I’ve already made no bake energy balls, hummus, and I’m roasting chick peas. The rest of my week will probably consist of a truckload of veggies.