Why Not

Nap time yesterday, it came up again. 

I am about 1/2 of the way through ‘The Lorax’  and thinking she fell asleep on my arm, when she pipes up with “But I can’t sleep my myself, and I don’t wanna”.  Commence breaking heart.  I gave her what is now the standard ‘You are not by yourself’ speech.  She agreed, but only after we went an got a couple other friends for the bed.  I have to say, Santa and her big bed cannot get here fast enough.  Between the babies, and Crack, and the lobster, the bat, the white rabbit, two pandas, and puppy, there is about a 1′ wide swath for her to sleep on.  I cannot believe she does not fall out.

This is only the second time she has brought it up, since that first time around her birthday.  She still does not seem particularly upset or anything, she states it very matter of factly.  I don’t get it. 

She needs another set of ear tubes, we are going to try and get them done before the end of the year.  One has not been working for a while now, and now the other has quit too.  I was going to try and hold off on doing the surgery, but she is experiencing some discomfort, fortunately nothing that a little tylenol doesn’t fix.  Every now and then, when the house is really quiet she will ask me what that noise is.  I think the pressure is causing her eardrums to malfunction or something.  I kind of dread it.  Her previous surgery was textbook according to the doctor, but she had an awful time waking up from the anesthesia.  About 45 minutes after the procedure, once we were home, she had a meltdown of epic proportions.  Not that I am bragging, but our Bean is not a meltdown type of kid.  She is usually very easy to talk down and/or redirect, and we are extremely grateful for this aspect of her temperament.  The problem is that we were COMPLETELY unprepared as to what to do in this situation.  It was horrible, I have never felt so helpless.  During the de-brief with hubs after the last time, we attributed some of it to being hungry.  She does not suffer being hungry well, and we take extreme measures to ensure that she never is.  I will make sure I have some calorie dense snacky bits for her this time, and do a lot of hoping and praying.  That can’t hurt.

We had our first big storm of the season on Sunday.  Bean and I declared it a snow day, unfortunately Dad had to work.

We were quite busy, cookies, photo shoots, some TV watching, picnic having, and dinner making.

I had hoped that she would be able to use the little cookie scoop that I have, but the handles spread too far apart for her to be able to squeeze.  She was OK with just telling me where to put the cookies, and helping out by eating all the stray blobs of dough.

Cookie anticipation!! Are they done yet?  Are they done yet? Mom, MOM are they done yet?

Once the cookies were done, they needed to cool before we could ice them.  I took the time to try for a photo for the holiday card.  99% of the 243469 photos I took have at least one part of her in motion, and therefore blurry.  Example:

In the end, I just had to use one with a perfectly Bean-like smile, but blurry hands.  When we look back on them in the future, we will remember the 3 year old constant state of perpetual motion, and smile.  I was not smiling by the end of the photo time on Sunday, that is for sure.

So we put the camera away, and iced some cookies.  My frown was turned upside down, and my kitchen looked a bit like the deck outside, only instead of snow covered, it was powdered sugar covered.  So was my daughter.

While helping her get her mittens on this AM before school:

 ”Wait Mom, my thumb is not in its tunnel tube!”

 I was corrected this AM.  The thumb space of a mitten is a tube, not a tunnel.  Geez MOM.