Admittedly, I’m a tad nervous about this.
She wants to know if she can bring her own toothbrush. I just want to know if they’ll let her watch PBS during the cleaning. Because I imagine that the only thing more nerve-wracking than putting a three-year-old in a dentist’s chair for the first time is putting a three-year-old in a dentist’s chair for the first time and then making her watch The View.
I know – first world parenting problems.
Time for some comfort food (for thought).
What I Say
• As an epilogue to this week’s post about math, may I present a word problem: There are three members of the Alexander family. They are having homemade vegetable soup and cheese toast for dinner. Two of them will eat a single slice of cheese toast while the third will have a second slice because he’s a bottomless pit who can eat whatever he wants and still remain slim and trim, not that I’m bitter. Based on this, how many slices of cheese toast should the Alexanders make? Yeah… this one stumped me as I stared in confusion at the four slices of cheese toast Jim had prepared and said, “But I thought you were going to have two?” Cheese toast math fail.
• And speaking of the maths, my dad was adorably thrilled that I actually retained his advice from lo those many years ago. “I can’t believe you remembered all that stuff I told you!” he said happily. Oh, but I do, Dad. It is ingrained in my psyche. Forever.
What She Says
• “Mommy, we read a book called Dinosaur Train today!” she told me during the drive home. “You did! What was it about?” I asked. “It was called Dinosaur Train and it was about a dinosaur train!” she continued. “But what happened in the book?” I prodded, excited that she actually wanted to tell me about her day – all I usually get when I ask about it is a one-word response like Fine or Good. She took a deep breath as if to launch into an in-depth oral interpretation, before blowing it out like a deflating balloon. And then: “Mommy, let’s have quiet time. Let’s not talk about Dinosaur Train anymore.” So close.
• After a fair amount of grunting and pointing during dinner one night, I politely asked Lil’ Bit if there was something she needed that she would like to ask for using her words. She thought for a moment and then replied, “Mommy, please may I have a hug?” And then I nearly choked on my hash browns. (Turns out, she also wanted the ketchup.)
• “Let’s have quiet time so we can listen to this song,” I said as we drove to school one morning. “Okay, Mommy,” she agreed. “That sounds like a great idea!” So glad my daughter appreciates Adele’s “Skyfall” as much as I do – especially that incredibly awesome instrumental bridge.
• “Mommy, watch me do magic!” Because it really is nothing less when you’re three years old and learning how to dress yourself.
What They Said
• Valentine’s Day is next Thursday and if you’re not sure what to give your honey, Roo from Nice Girl Notes has you covered. In Hugs & Thugs, she offers free printables, gangsta-style (and I can’t even type that without feeling every inch the white yuppie that I am). Seriously funny, but also sweet – just like Roo. And while you’re over there, don’t miss her This Is How I Feel series, Volumes 1-5. Best use of the gif you’ll ever see, hands down.
• This week, I found myself nodding along to Bye, Bye Baby, a delightfully blunt piece in which Huffington Post blogger and fellow one-and-done mom Devon Corneal discusses her reasons for stopping at one child, along with the intrusive, presumptuous, and downright rude comments she’s received as a result of this decision. If you are the parent of a singleton, you’ll want to read this. And if you’ve ever uttered the words, “Oh, but you can’t just stop at one!” or something similar… well, you might want to check it out, too.
• Also over at HuffPo this week, Dr. Deborah Gilboa of the blog Ask Doctor G shared her professional opinion on the American Academy of Pediatrics’ recommendations surrounding kids and screen time in Why ‘Screen Time’ Doesn’t Really Mean Anything Anymore. Deborah likens this digital phenomenon to nutrition. Which is to say, when it comes to screen time, you have your healthy fare… and then you have your deep-fried Twinkies. (I was relieved to read that my daughter, as a fan of several PBS shows, is consuming the broccoli of media.)
And with that, I’m off to enjoy my weekend.
Hopefully, it will be cavity-free.
What’s on your mind?