Man, I hate daylight savings time.
Before kids, "fall back" meant an extra hour of sleep.
After kids, it means a week of sleepless nights because the children can't be convinced to go to bed on time, or stay there all night once they ARE finally in bed. If it's not Bel wanting to snuggle at 2am, it's Otto waking me at 5am because he's had a nightmare.
I said to Bel one evening, "so, are you going to stay in your bed all night tonight?"
"No," she said. "I like to come in your bed and 'nuggle with you."
Sigh.
I have been grouchy, as a result. Especially at 2 and 5am. I think they still love me, though.
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Otto came home one day last week wearing a random hoodie from the extra-jacket bin at school.
"Where's your jacket?" I asked.
"Well, it kind of flew up in the air, and it went behind the locker wall!" He laughed with a funny half anxious/half proud expression on his face.
what I was thinking: What the HELL were you doing??? Those are big lockers! How does a jacket even FIT back there? Is it lost forever? Can someone get it out? From now on I'm buying all your clothes from the resale shop!
what I said: "Huh. How did that happen?"
After a little gentle prodding he finally confessed that he was trying to see how hard he could throw his jacket. I imagine maybe he was throwing it into his locker post-recess, overshot the goal of the open door, and voila - jacket behind the locker. Like magic!
The janitor dug it out for him yesterday, and he was pretty relieved to have it back. I washed it right away (it was all dusty) and told him that if his (brand-spanking new) winter coat goes missing he'll be in BIG TROUBLE. And cold. Because I'm not buying him another winter coat this year. His winter coat last year went missing around March and has never been found. He's managed to hang onto his favorite pair of gloves for a whole year, so we'll see.
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A few weeks ago, I was driving the kids to school as usual with Bel's running commentary in the background. In the midst of her monologuing I picked out the following:
"Mom, my butt's getting big," she said with relish.
"What?" Did I really hear that?
"My butt. It's getting bigger and bigger!"
I had no idea what she was talking about. Did she need to use the bathroom? Was she getting too big for her car seat? I tried to get a good look at her in the rearview mirror, see if I could tell what was going on in the back seat. "What are you talking about?"
"Yeah!" She went on with enthusiasm. "It get bigger and bigger, and then I won't fall in the potty!"
I swerved into the turn lane for the drop-off circle, laughing like an loon and probably scaring several other parents as they exited the lot.
So there you go. There are advantages to having a big booty.
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And that's what we've been up to lately. You?
