I have several things I want to write about, but I'll have to do separate posts for those. Instead, I'll tell you things I've seen, heard, or have been told in the past few days.
Setup: our bed. I'm nursing Alice, so my (.)(.) are hanging out. Sean comes in and lays down. He plays with Alice for a few minutes, and then turns and looks at me. "(pointing at now "deflated" (.)s) What are we, in Nairobi?"
Last night, while I was washing/sterilizing bottles (oh I can't wait to be done with that!!!) I hear Sean telling Alice, "Okay. Turn it on now." So I go into the living room to see what is going on. "Push it. You can do it. Push it." And Alice pushes the button on the front of the tv on. And then off. And then on. All while Daddy is cheering her on and clapping for her. So fast forward to today. I'm working out (GO ME!) and Alice walks up to the tv and pushes the button. Off goes the tv. Alice claps. Mommy get a bit frustrated because I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing. Alice turns it on. She claps. I continue to work out. This continued for a few rounds, and then I sternly told Alice "NO! Stop turning the tv off while I'm working out" and waterworks ensued. I had to stop working out to comfort her, distract her, and then resume. So I tell Sean that he is in trouble for encouraging her to "play" with the tv, and do you know what he says? "Well she figured out how to turn it off, so I had to teach her how to turn it on." No, honey. What you did was teach her a new game.
2 comments:
Oh, I hate the button pushing. Her new one is to take the mouse out of my hand while I am trying to blog!
First it's the buttons, then it's the light switches and before you know it, we've lost all control :)
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