Spinning on that dizzy edge

( Kid stuff )

( Verse the 30th of Yes I Need a New Job )

On the plus side, though, you all rock AND roll for the supportive comments from a week and a bit back. I would have responded to the coments, but...see above sickness and work craziness. I figured that my rantings would have dropped off your radars by now, and I didn't want you to think that I didn't appreciate you. Thanks!

I suspect that a primary component of the Terribleness attributed to a toddler's Twos is the Independent phase.

The Emperor's new favorite phrase is "I can do it!", usually invoked in an activity that we'd like to get done Right Now, and he wants to put off until, oh, does next week work for us? The worst is bedtime, when we're putting him into his PJs. Two nights ago, the husband was off helping out at the house of delilahbean, so I got to do daycare pickup, dinner, and bedtime all by myself. At sleepytime, the Emperor, clad in nothing but a diaper, staunchly insisted that he could put on his own pajamas -- "My shirt! My pants!" However many times I agreed that he could do it, but that he needed to do it NOW, he just gave me a stinker grin and waved the separate clothing components about in the air (for lo, he did indeed not care). Any attempt I made to grab the clothes away from him and put them on him invoked screaming and peeling them right off again. It took several iterations of dumping him in his crib sans clothes and walking away to get it through to him that normally easygoing Mommy had completely lost her patience. Then, I had to wait until I actually heard wails coming from his room (not from me leaving so much as from his frustration that he couldn't climb out of his crib without discomfort) until he was chastened enough to actually don the damned garments.

Last night went a little better, but we still had to repeat the steps with the crib and the walking away. Hopefully tonight the Emperor will understand that We Mean Business, and just put his jammies on right away.

I realize this is an important step in his development, and yes, I would appreciate him being able to dress himself. The waiting involved, though, is driving me nuts.

I recently re-caught up with Wil Wheaton's new(er) blog, http://wilwheaton.typepad.com. A couple of days ago, he related the tale
of playing "Apples to Apples" with his family, and his disappointment that "Helen Keller" lost to "T-Rex" for "Awkward".

Strangely enough, we also played A2A with my folks this past weekend, only in our game, Helen Keller emerged triumphantly Awkward.

So I had to share this with him in the comments, and asked if "Hot Lava" is an auto-win card in his games as it is in ours.

DUDE! He replied: "Kim: Hot Lava, Charging Rhinos, and Angry Hornets are all trump cards in our games." Wil Wheaton replied to my stupid comment! Watch me do the dork-out dance! *dork*dork*dork*dork*

(Side note: resolute and other comic-philes, you should totally check out his recent homage to Warren Ellis and other inspiring authors.)

Aaaaand the dance continues...*dork*dork*dork*dork*

Happy Hump Day, everyone! (  Here’s the past couple of weeks in review… )

I need to get down the events of the past month or so, if only for posterity’s sake, where posterity = the back up for my failing memory.

( Be warned: it’s long. And rambling. ) Happy 2007, all.