The other night, Myla woke up at 11:30 PM and came out of her room. I was up, but downstairs, so I heard her crying. I figured that she was "scared of dinosaurs" again and she'd go in with her Mom and snuggle.
When things didn't settle down in 30 secs or so, I went up to check out the situation.
What did I find? Myla, standing in front of the toilet, with barf everywhere!
Poor dear.
I couldn't believe that she'd made it into the bathroom and tried to get it into the toilet- what a good girl!! Trust me, she got a lot of praise for that. Last time was all over the carpet, and it didn't come all the way out (carpet cleaners finally coming next week).
Anywho, dinner had been mostly Annie's Mac and Cheese - you know, the foo foo organic kind without artificial cheese flavor, so you can guess what it looked like on the way back up. Pretty lumpy, but definitely recognizeable. :) Thanks for sharing? You're welcome!!! My pleasure.
So, of course I can't just go right in and grab her - what Dad would? I fumbled for about 15 seconds, then went to get a couple of hand towels to wipe off the worst of it.
At that moment, Myla turned around with the puke still all over her hands, and went splat! with her hands onto her bath towel, still hanging on the rack. The puke stuck to the towel in two nice little mounds - kind of like the mountain sculpture in E.T. I thought it was pretty funny!
Luckily, Carrie was up by this point, and she helped get Myla out of her PJ's and took her downstairs to settle down and relax on the couch for the time being. Which meant that I had puke cleanup duty.
The funny thing is, puke duty doesn't even phase me at this point. I must be a pretty good Dad.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Bedtime routine
Carrie (my wife) is a high-maintenance sleeper. She needs all kinds of little things set up so she can get to sleep. I have become this way myself, recently, so I can't really rag on her too much about it.
Anyway, it should come as no surprise, then, that Myla is the same way...
The whole thing reminds me very much of the book Biscuit Goes to Bed, in which Biscuit the puppy begs for a bazillion things before he can go to bed ("Biscuit needs a drink. Woof! Biscuit needs a blanket. Woof Woof! etc.).
Here is Myla's bedtime routine:
0. Tell Myla it is almost time for bed.
1. Myla announces that we have to do everything for bedtime "in order."
2. She requests to share a soft pretzel. I think this is mostly a stalling tactic...
3. Change her into PJ's, including diaper, remove hair clip-y's, necklace. If she is felling frisky,
this will turn into a giggly game which I imagine to be much like roping cattle. The goal is to
get her clothes off and PJ's on without getting kicked in the gonads. All in good fun, actually!!
I have to admit I like this game, most of the time.
4. Read books - at least 2, sometimes 3 or 4. Not too fast! And no silly reading. She knows the
words to a lot of the books, so she will pop out with verbatim quotes at random intervals.
She knows all of the book names by the spine colors and fonts, and she has strong opinions
about what books she wants, so I often let her pick. If I don't like her selections (I like to read
actual stories with a plot, rather than counting books or whatnot, and I like the classics), I
insist on picking at least one book.
5. Get Myla's milk - fresh, in a sippy cup, with 3 ices. Sometimes she wants to put the ice cubes
in herself. Sometimes she asks for verification that there really are 3 ice cubes in the cup.
6. Myla requests a snack to bring up to bedroom, because "you wouldn't want me to be
hungry!" Usually a bowl of crunchy corn bran.
7. "Carry me upstairs" along with the white blankie (special one that Mary knitted for her),
plus animal of the night (its usually Tiger Boy these days).
8. "Please get me two binkies" Two are needed in case one gets lost in the bed during the night.
9. Turn on the two night lights - duck light, and also regular plug-in night light, and turn off the
other lights.
10. Close blinds.
11. "Please close the door." Rico is NOT allowed in Myla's room at bedtime - I asked her why
tonight and she told us it was because he bothers her by scratching and pulling her blankets
off :)
12. "Sleep with me for 3 minutes" which means lie down on the tiny little toddler bed right next
to her, but usually no hugging or other touching is allowed. Attempts to negotiate the time
downwards are met with stiff resistance (but, then again, she isn't that good at judging actual
time elapsed :)
13. "Give me a hug by the nightlight" Usually a very nice lap snuggle. Adult must sit with back
against the wall, legs flat, ankles crossed.
14. "Please put on the extra blanket"
15. "Put the flat part over my eyes!" Myla likes to have a blindfold when she goes to sleep
these days. She likes to have Mommy's sweatpants or such, and she likes to use the leg
(hence, flat part).
16. "Tuck me in!" Hug me, exchange kisses, and move the blankets around a little to make it
cozy.
17. "I need a tissue" We moved the box right into her room.
18. "Put Tiger Boy under the covers next to me" with his own "blanket"
19. "I need to go potty"
20. Back to bed.
21. "We forgot to brush my teeth!"
22. Back to bed.
23. "My tissue is smashy! Please give me a new one."
24. "Tuck me in again!"
25. Good night! Close door.
26. Sometimes she wakes up 20 mins to a few hours later, because she is "scared of dinosaurs"
or just sick (she got up and barfed at 11:30 the other night - I'll have to write about that
another time).
Boy, that's quite a list. We definitely indulge her somewhat, but I also really like the bedtime routine. I like that it takes a while, because it feels like quality time to me. I want her to be relaxed and happy when she goes to bed - it makes me feel happy, too.
Anyway, it should come as no surprise, then, that Myla is the same way...
The whole thing reminds me very much of the book Biscuit Goes to Bed, in which Biscuit the puppy begs for a bazillion things before he can go to bed ("Biscuit needs a drink. Woof! Biscuit needs a blanket. Woof Woof! etc.).
Here is Myla's bedtime routine:
0. Tell Myla it is almost time for bed.
1. Myla announces that we have to do everything for bedtime "in order."
2. She requests to share a soft pretzel. I think this is mostly a stalling tactic...
3. Change her into PJ's, including diaper, remove hair clip-y's, necklace. If she is felling frisky,
this will turn into a giggly game which I imagine to be much like roping cattle. The goal is to
get her clothes off and PJ's on without getting kicked in the gonads. All in good fun, actually!!
I have to admit I like this game, most of the time.
4. Read books - at least 2, sometimes 3 or 4. Not too fast! And no silly reading. She knows the
words to a lot of the books, so she will pop out with verbatim quotes at random intervals.
She knows all of the book names by the spine colors and fonts, and she has strong opinions
about what books she wants, so I often let her pick. If I don't like her selections (I like to read
actual stories with a plot, rather than counting books or whatnot, and I like the classics), I
insist on picking at least one book.
5. Get Myla's milk - fresh, in a sippy cup, with 3 ices. Sometimes she wants to put the ice cubes
in herself. Sometimes she asks for verification that there really are 3 ice cubes in the cup.
6. Myla requests a snack to bring up to bedroom, because "you wouldn't want me to be
hungry!" Usually a bowl of crunchy corn bran.
7. "Carry me upstairs" along with the white blankie (special one that Mary knitted for her),
plus animal of the night (its usually Tiger Boy these days).
8. "Please get me two binkies" Two are needed in case one gets lost in the bed during the night.
9. Turn on the two night lights - duck light, and also regular plug-in night light, and turn off the
other lights.
10. Close blinds.
11. "Please close the door." Rico is NOT allowed in Myla's room at bedtime - I asked her why
tonight and she told us it was because he bothers her by scratching and pulling her blankets
off :)
12. "Sleep with me for 3 minutes" which means lie down on the tiny little toddler bed right next
to her, but usually no hugging or other touching is allowed. Attempts to negotiate the time
downwards are met with stiff resistance (but, then again, she isn't that good at judging actual
time elapsed :)
13. "Give me a hug by the nightlight" Usually a very nice lap snuggle. Adult must sit with back
against the wall, legs flat, ankles crossed.
14. "Please put on the extra blanket"
15. "Put the flat part over my eyes!" Myla likes to have a blindfold when she goes to sleep
these days. She likes to have Mommy's sweatpants or such, and she likes to use the leg
(hence, flat part).
16. "Tuck me in!" Hug me, exchange kisses, and move the blankets around a little to make it
cozy.
17. "I need a tissue" We moved the box right into her room.
18. "Put Tiger Boy under the covers next to me" with his own "blanket"
19. "I need to go potty"
20. Back to bed.
21. "We forgot to brush my teeth!"
22. Back to bed.
23. "My tissue is smashy! Please give me a new one."
24. "Tuck me in again!"
25. Good night! Close door.
26. Sometimes she wakes up 20 mins to a few hours later, because she is "scared of dinosaurs"
or just sick (she got up and barfed at 11:30 the other night - I'll have to write about that
another time).
Boy, that's quite a list. We definitely indulge her somewhat, but I also really like the bedtime routine. I like that it takes a while, because it feels like quality time to me. I want her to be relaxed and happy when she goes to bed - it makes me feel happy, too.
Monday, November 27, 2006
Let's have a family
There are two variations of "Family"
First, there is the group hug variant. Myla says, "Let's have a family!" By which she means she wants us to all have a tight hug together, and exchange kisses. Very sweet.
Second, there is the chanting variant. This is more of a dinner table event, and it can take place at home or in a restaurant (kind of embarrasing). Myla expects everyone present at the table to hold hands, and then, in unison, we chant "Fam-i-ly! Fam-i-ly! Fam-i-ly!" Also cute!
First, there is the group hug variant. Myla says, "Let's have a family!" By which she means she wants us to all have a tight hug together, and exchange kisses. Very sweet.
Second, there is the chanting variant. This is more of a dinner table event, and it can take place at home or in a restaurant (kind of embarrasing). Myla expects everyone present at the table to hold hands, and then, in unison, we chant "Fam-i-ly! Fam-i-ly! Fam-i-ly!" Also cute!
that's ridiculous redeux
My mom has always enjoyed telling one particular story about my childhood. It goes like this:
One night when I was a small child, my Mom was reading in bed. I crawled in next to her, holding a book, and said "Will you read me a story, Mommie?"
My Mom turned to me and replied, "You read your book, and I'll read mine" - knowing full well that I couldn't yet read.
"That's redic-0-lus, Mommy!" I said. "You know I can't read!"
Cute, huh! I don't remember a lot of stories from when I was small, so this one stands out all the more for me. Its been pointed out to me that this is a story in which I am not getting my needs met. Food for thought, certainly...
OK, now jump to present day.
While Carrie, Myla, and I were driving around last weekend, we saw a pickup truck transporting a good-sized tree. The tree was about six feet tall, and sticking straight up out of the truck bed. I pointed it out to Myla, saying how the tree looked so silly in the back of a truck!
Myla said, "That's ridiculous!"
And she even got the pronunciation correct.
One night when I was a small child, my Mom was reading in bed. I crawled in next to her, holding a book, and said "Will you read me a story, Mommie?"
My Mom turned to me and replied, "You read your book, and I'll read mine" - knowing full well that I couldn't yet read.
"That's redic-0-lus, Mommy!" I said. "You know I can't read!"
Cute, huh! I don't remember a lot of stories from when I was small, so this one stands out all the more for me. Its been pointed out to me that this is a story in which I am not getting my needs met. Food for thought, certainly...
OK, now jump to present day.
While Carrie, Myla, and I were driving around last weekend, we saw a pickup truck transporting a good-sized tree. The tree was about six feet tall, and sticking straight up out of the truck bed. I pointed it out to Myla, saying how the tree looked so silly in the back of a truck!
Myla said, "That's ridiculous!"
And she even got the pronunciation correct.
"You almost surprized me!"
Tonight when we pulled into the garage, I went inside for a minute. Then I came back out to get Myla, walking around the car so I could open the door and get her out of her car seat.
"You almost surprized me!" she said, as I opened the door.
Is that even possible?
"You almost surprized me!" she said, as I opened the door.
Is that even possible?
The internet is not just for porn
Contrary to a certain song from Avenue Q, we've discovered that the internet does actually have some good stuff for young kids.
Of course, there are the usual sites with interactive stories and games, such as teletubbies...
But, we like to do our own thing.
One game we like to play with Myla online is to just pull up Google Image Search and type in the names of animals. It is best to have "Safe Search" turned on for this, to avoid embarrasing questions... :)
A photo of any baby animal, or mammal of any size, is inevitably met with the same response - "awwww!" She loves to look at the thumbnails and say "Let's look at that one, Daddy!" Sooo cute!
I also have found quite a few videos on youtube that generate similar response. I look for the ones of cats, since I love them so much! For example, I found videos of a monkey with his own pet kitten, a cat repeatedly flushing a toilet, and a cat that is friends with a dog. Myla loves them all! She asks to see them.
Of course, there are the usual sites with interactive stories and games, such as teletubbies...
But, we like to do our own thing.
One game we like to play with Myla online is to just pull up Google Image Search and type in the names of animals. It is best to have "Safe Search" turned on for this, to avoid embarrasing questions... :)
A photo of any baby animal, or mammal of any size, is inevitably met with the same response - "awwww!" She loves to look at the thumbnails and say "Let's look at that one, Daddy!" Sooo cute!
I also have found quite a few videos on youtube that generate similar response. I look for the ones of cats, since I love them so much! For example, I found videos of a monkey with his own pet kitten, a cat repeatedly flushing a toilet, and a cat that is friends with a dog. Myla loves them all! She asks to see them.
more cute things myla says
"clap your hands" - Myla did something by herself, such as putting on her PJ's - now applaud!
"the moon is following us" - She watches the moon as I drive, through the windows and the moonroof of my car, and points out how it seems to be following along. (note: Carrie used to say that when she was a little girl)
"Very sick" or "Much Better" - When she's ill, Myla only seems to have two responses to the question "how are you feeling?"
"Don't read it too fast, please" - When reading her books before bedtime, Myla asks you to slow down, as a stalling tactic.
"Awwwww!" - Automatic response when seeing any dog, cat, rabbit, or other furry mammal, or picture of same.
"the moon is following us" - She watches the moon as I drive, through the windows and the moonroof of my car, and points out how it seems to be following along. (note: Carrie used to say that when she was a little girl)
"Very sick" or "Much Better" - When she's ill, Myla only seems to have two responses to the question "how are you feeling?"
"Don't read it too fast, please" - When reading her books before bedtime, Myla asks you to slow down, as a stalling tactic.
"Awwwww!" - Automatic response when seeing any dog, cat, rabbit, or other furry mammal, or picture of same.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Mylisms
Here's a list of cute stuff Myla says, with translation:
- chocolate hotdog = eclair
- Butter and Syrup, Cut it Up Please = how she likes her pancakes
- Corners & Diamonds = quarters and dimes
- My socks are all nibble-y = they are bunching up and therefore uncomfortable
- he's got scratchy nails = kitty Rico needs his claws trimmed
- Rico's necklace = Rico's collar
- No Juish-ing! = don't fluff up my hair, I don't like it!
- Crunchy Corn Bread = Quaker Crunchy Corn Bran cereal
- fuge ("few-juh") = huge
- Put the flat part over my eyes = help me sleep by covering my eyes with leg of Mommy's sweatpants
- smashy blueberries = partially melted frozen blueberries (yucky)
- smooth hotdog = soy (gross!)
- rough hotdog = Hebrew National (yummy)
- you're not my best friend Jessica, now cry! = I want you to pretend to be sad and cry
- the sky is off = its night
- can I tell you a secret = I am going to whisper something I want, but I know I am not supposed to have
- let's play Go Away = let's throw all of my plastic figurines into the cat condo while yelling "Go Away!"
- let's go to Practical Life = let's pretend we are at my Montessori school
Wednesday, November 15, 2006
Clean up time
OK, one last story tonight... This one falls into the category of "Awww," so those of you who want to avoid treacle-y posts are hereby forewarned.
The other day, Myla had her friend over, and they'd make a decent-sized mess with the toys and such. After her friend and friend's Mom left, I asked Myla to clean up.
Nothing doing.
I asked her to help me clean up. Not interested. Arrrghh!
Now, being pretty much on the Anal Retentive side, I can't stand a lot of clutter. I don't care if the house is really clean or not, but I DO need everything put away. Naturally, this means that I do a lot of straightening up. Carrie has gotten really good about it as well, fortunately for me... Thank goodness I have learned over time to think "correctly" about cleaning up - when I am done with it, I feel like I've accomplished something, I am happy with how the house looks, and it really doesn't take that much effort, so I don't mind most of the time.
On this particular day, though, I really did mind. Myla could tell, too. I don't know if that's because I am super easy to read (I would not be a good poker player), or because she's really perceptive. I'll go with a little bit of both.
So, Myla says to me, "Why are you mad, Daddy?"
Which is pretty cool, if you think about it. I wish adults would ask me that sometimes. In the past, I've squashed bad feelings, so I often wasn't even consciously aware that I was getting angry or frustrated. I have been working on that, but it is a slow process...
I told Myla I was getting frustrated because she wasn't helping me to clean up.
All of that Montessori tuition, and she still won't pick up her damn toys at home?!?
Myla responded by coming over, gently grasping my hand, then kissing my hand. She said, "I'll help clean up. Does that make you feel better?"
Awwwww! How sweet.
It makes me really happy to know that Myla has a strong sense of empathy. I think empathy is really underated.
I know she probably inherited some EQ, but I'd also like to think that this type of thing is an indication that Carrie and I are doing a good job "raisin' her up good."
The other day, Myla had her friend over, and they'd make a decent-sized mess with the toys and such. After her friend and friend's Mom left, I asked Myla to clean up.
Nothing doing.
I asked her to help me clean up. Not interested. Arrrghh!
Now, being pretty much on the Anal Retentive side, I can't stand a lot of clutter. I don't care if the house is really clean or not, but I DO need everything put away. Naturally, this means that I do a lot of straightening up. Carrie has gotten really good about it as well, fortunately for me... Thank goodness I have learned over time to think "correctly" about cleaning up - when I am done with it, I feel like I've accomplished something, I am happy with how the house looks, and it really doesn't take that much effort, so I don't mind most of the time.
On this particular day, though, I really did mind. Myla could tell, too. I don't know if that's because I am super easy to read (I would not be a good poker player), or because she's really perceptive. I'll go with a little bit of both.
So, Myla says to me, "Why are you mad, Daddy?"
Which is pretty cool, if you think about it. I wish adults would ask me that sometimes. In the past, I've squashed bad feelings, so I often wasn't even consciously aware that I was getting angry or frustrated. I have been working on that, but it is a slow process...
I told Myla I was getting frustrated because she wasn't helping me to clean up.
All of that Montessori tuition, and she still won't pick up her damn toys at home?!?
Myla responded by coming over, gently grasping my hand, then kissing my hand. She said, "I'll help clean up. Does that make you feel better?"
Awwwww! How sweet.
It makes me really happy to know that Myla has a strong sense of empathy. I think empathy is really underated.
I know she probably inherited some EQ, but I'd also like to think that this type of thing is an indication that Carrie and I are doing a good job "raisin' her up good."
Boo Boo's! Tushy!!
Myla is a riot!
She does a funny little show we call boo boos and tushy.
When she is naked (e.g. changing into pj's, or getting ready for a bath), she likes to do the show for Mommy.
She turns her little butt towards Mommy and yells "Tushy!"
Then, she turns her front around and says "Boo Boos!" (that's her word for boobs).
Then, she does it a few more times.
Of course, we think it is a riot, so we laugh our asses off!
Related story - whenever she sees any boo boo's, she likes to point them out.
Gay Pride Parade in downtown San Francisco: "Look, Daddy!! Ha, ha, that man isn't wearing a shirt! I see his boo boos!!!" (Later, we also saw the Full Monty, but thankfully I don't think she noticed.)
Merry-G0-Round at Prospect Park, Brooklyn (has topless mermaid): "Yay! Boo boos!!!"
etc.
Doesn't bother me - I think it is high time that the Puritanical influences in this country died out. I wouldn't mind seeing some more boo boo's myself!
She does a funny little show we call boo boos and tushy.
When she is naked (e.g. changing into pj's, or getting ready for a bath), she likes to do the show for Mommy.
She turns her little butt towards Mommy and yells "Tushy!"
Then, she turns her front around and says "Boo Boos!" (that's her word for boobs).
Then, she does it a few more times.
Of course, we think it is a riot, so we laugh our asses off!
Related story - whenever she sees any boo boo's, she likes to point them out.
Gay Pride Parade in downtown San Francisco: "Look, Daddy!! Ha, ha, that man isn't wearing a shirt! I see his boo boos!!!" (Later, we also saw the Full Monty, but thankfully I don't think she noticed.)
Merry-G0-Round at Prospect Park, Brooklyn (has topless mermaid): "Yay! Boo boos!!!"
etc.
Doesn't bother me - I think it is high time that the Puritanical influences in this country died out. I wouldn't mind seeing some more boo boo's myself!
Why you made me?
About five or six months ago, Myla blew my mind one night by asking "Why you made me?"
Holy shit! I thought. The "why's" aren't supposed to come until she's at least four, and she is really picking a doozy here. I was so proud of her - her little mind is so sharp already. She doesn't even know it, but she's already asking one of the most important questions of all.
It kind of caught me off guard, but it didn't take long for me to come up with a good answer.
Mommy and Daddy were lonely, I told her, and we needed someone to make us a family. We wanted someone to love and to snuggle.
She seemed to like that answer, and I was really happy with it, too.
Walking out of her room, I was on a huge emotional high - how often do you get a chance to tell your daughter something like this? I want her to know how much she is wanted and loved, and she gave me the perfect opportunity to tell her exactly that. I felt so honored that she'd asked me, and no one else, this question.
Like every dad, I struggled with the decision to have a child. Biological imperative on the part of my wife, Carrie, played a HUGE role in our decision. I felt to some extent like I needed to bow to my wife's wishes (or her body's wishes).
Also, as a risk-averse person, it was very hard for me to make the huge commitment bringing a child into the world represents. I worried that it might be a mistake for me. Maybe I'd be happier never having a kid. Maybe I would come to resent the enormous expenditure of time, energy, and money required by a kid. And, wow, once you have that kid, you are stuck for a loooong time!
It turned out that the first 18 months or so really were difficult. I think they are hard for most new dads - you lose your wife in many ways, and you also pick up the biggest commitment of your life. And babies sure are needy! Take, take, take, that's all they can do for a long time. Carrie has a photo book with about 10 pictures of me sleeping on the couch, with Myla sleeping on my chest. Those are my favorite memories of her as an infant. Those times seemed like the only ones where I could receive something back from her - the gift of closeness to another person.
I am just not a baby person - I don't like babies. I made an exception for Myla.
And that is OK.
A mentor of mine once told me that kids just get better and better every year.
And, Myla really has been wonderful since around 18 months. Once she started walking, talking, and playing, she has just become more and more fun, interesting, and rewarding to be around.
And, it has been easier and easier for me to be glad about the decision to have her in the first place.
So, when she did ask at the ripe old age of 3 1/2, I could honestly tell her how happy I was to have her come along and make us a family, and give us someone to love and snuggle.
Holy shit! I thought. The "why's" aren't supposed to come until she's at least four, and she is really picking a doozy here. I was so proud of her - her little mind is so sharp already. She doesn't even know it, but she's already asking one of the most important questions of all.
It kind of caught me off guard, but it didn't take long for me to come up with a good answer.
Mommy and Daddy were lonely, I told her, and we needed someone to make us a family. We wanted someone to love and to snuggle.
She seemed to like that answer, and I was really happy with it, too.
Walking out of her room, I was on a huge emotional high - how often do you get a chance to tell your daughter something like this? I want her to know how much she is wanted and loved, and she gave me the perfect opportunity to tell her exactly that. I felt so honored that she'd asked me, and no one else, this question.
Like every dad, I struggled with the decision to have a child. Biological imperative on the part of my wife, Carrie, played a HUGE role in our decision. I felt to some extent like I needed to bow to my wife's wishes (or her body's wishes).
Also, as a risk-averse person, it was very hard for me to make the huge commitment bringing a child into the world represents. I worried that it might be a mistake for me. Maybe I'd be happier never having a kid. Maybe I would come to resent the enormous expenditure of time, energy, and money required by a kid. And, wow, once you have that kid, you are stuck for a loooong time!
It turned out that the first 18 months or so really were difficult. I think they are hard for most new dads - you lose your wife in many ways, and you also pick up the biggest commitment of your life. And babies sure are needy! Take, take, take, that's all they can do for a long time. Carrie has a photo book with about 10 pictures of me sleeping on the couch, with Myla sleeping on my chest. Those are my favorite memories of her as an infant. Those times seemed like the only ones where I could receive something back from her - the gift of closeness to another person.
I am just not a baby person - I don't like babies. I made an exception for Myla.
And that is OK.
A mentor of mine once told me that kids just get better and better every year.
And, Myla really has been wonderful since around 18 months. Once she started walking, talking, and playing, she has just become more and more fun, interesting, and rewarding to be around.
And, it has been easier and easier for me to be glad about the decision to have her in the first place.
So, when she did ask at the ripe old age of 3 1/2, I could honestly tell her how happy I was to have her come along and make us a family, and give us someone to love and snuggle.
How did you make me?
A few months ago, Myla asked me "Why you made me?" That was an amazing conversation, but we had one that topped that tonight.
As I was putting her to bed tonight, Myla asked "How did you make me?" Pretty sophisticated for a 3 year old, I thought.
"Did you make me with markers? Or crayons? Or paint brushes?"
I told her we'd painted her, with our bodies.
"Where did you make me?"
I told her it was at Daddy's school (she was conceived in student housing at Stanford, while I was in grad school).
"Were your teachers there?"
Nope, it was just me and mommy. :)
"Where was I?"
You were in the air. We grabbed you together and put you in Mommy's tummy (call me crazy, but I swear I could sense the moment of conception).
"What color was it in Mommy's tummy?"
I told her it was too dark to see. But, it was orange, and purple, and red.
She asked me if there was a blanket, and a pillow, and a sheet, and a mat, and what color they all were. She also asked if there was a door! I told her yes, and it was called a cervix!
The whole time we were talking, we were lying in her little todler bed, and I was holding her tight against me, with my arm around her. Unlike many nights, she let me keep my arm around her tonight during this conversation - she could tell we were having a special conversation.
As I was putting her to bed tonight, Myla asked "How did you make me?" Pretty sophisticated for a 3 year old, I thought.
"Did you make me with markers? Or crayons? Or paint brushes?"
I told her we'd painted her, with our bodies.
"Where did you make me?"
I told her it was at Daddy's school (she was conceived in student housing at Stanford, while I was in grad school).
"Were your teachers there?"
Nope, it was just me and mommy. :)
"Where was I?"
You were in the air. We grabbed you together and put you in Mommy's tummy (call me crazy, but I swear I could sense the moment of conception).
"What color was it in Mommy's tummy?"
I told her it was too dark to see. But, it was orange, and purple, and red.
She asked me if there was a blanket, and a pillow, and a sheet, and a mat, and what color they all were. She also asked if there was a door! I told her yes, and it was called a cervix!
The whole time we were talking, we were lying in her little todler bed, and I was holding her tight against me, with my arm around her. Unlike many nights, she let me keep my arm around her tonight during this conversation - she could tell we were having a special conversation.
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