Feb 27, 2010

A game I refuse to play...

Oliver is all about creating games these days.

I was cleaning up the kitchen last week and looked up to find Oliver staring at me hard.  The moment our eyes connected he laughed hysterically and dove behind the island. Two minutes later he was there again waiting for me to "catch him looking." I was more than happy to participate in his game, but there is one game that I will not play.

Every morning at 6am we wake to a hard thud.  

Then another, another and another. 

After the thuds come the moans.  

The moans turn to cries. 

And then by 6:45, the cries are full on screaming. 

We walk in at 7am to find the lovies, soft books and blankets we put in his crib to keep him happy in a big pile on the floor.

He stares longfully at them.

Then when we walk in he looks at us like it's our fault his friends are on the floor.

At school they don't punish bad behavior, rather they introduce them to "natural consequences." 

The first times he tossed his friends out of the crib I immediately gave him them back. 

5 minutes later, I heard thuds again and realized this was his latest and greatest game.

This is not a game he's going to want to keep playing as I refuse to play.

Feb 25, 2010

Kitchen Recall...

So I am actually a pretty good cook.
I cook regularly at home and take enjoyment in picking out the meal, shopping for ingredients and watching it all come together.

But something went hideously wrong this morning while cooking my morning eggs.

I blew them up.


I didn't know it was possible but the entire yolk actually jumped straight out of it's little hole and exploded right across the rest of the whites.

I even took a picture because I was in such shock.

Check it out:

Feb 24, 2010

Hair Always Grows Back.

The Situation
It was pouring down hurricane style rain all yesterday in NYC. 
We had no plans in the afternoon and I didn't feel like getting drenched. 
So, we were stuck inside all afternoon like caged animals.

The Problem
I was bored.

The Solution
I was going to give Oliver a haircut.

The Known Issues
1- I don't know how to cut hair.
2- Oliver is a young toddler who can't sit still.
 3- Large shiny objects such as kitchen sheers attract his attention.

The Result
You tell me.
My husband wants to kill me. 
I think Oliver does too.

The Aftermath
I will never again attempt to play salon with my own child.