That would be Megan.
It's kind-of amazing, actually, that she is only two years old and is able to stall so successfully. Well, at least she tries. A couple weeks ago, I was putting her to bed and we were walking upstairs past a hanging basket of fruits and vegetables. This is what I heard (as she sobbed), "Mommy! I want an orange!" (We walked a few steps). "I want a banana!" (We walked a few more steps). "I want an onion!" The onions are in the top basket and were the only thing visible at that point. The child was definitely grasping at straws. (Now the Shreck monologue is running through my head....Ogres are like onions! "What about parfaits? Everybody loves parfaits!")
Dn. John is trying valiantly to get her into bed right now in the next room. She is putting him off for all she is worth. This is a daily ritual for us now. He is way more patient than I am--I usually get tired of the act and walk away; then she cries. He sits and reads stories and gives umpteen hugs and kisses...oh well. Maybe it's because he doesn't deal with it all day. By 8:30, I am WORN OUT!!
I made 40 pounds of fudge at the bakery last week. It is gone. Sold. Vamoose. I have to make more on Friday. I am slightly irritated. And I completely botched the pecan caramels I was attempting at home. That's a pretty rough one to swallow actually, because the ingredients weren't cheap, and the batch is totally ruined. Ah well. Live and learn, I suppose. My husband thinks I am stretching myself too far. I referred him to an earlier post. I AM AN OVERACHIEVER!! I'm sure it's in our marital vows somewhere that he just has to put up with it. I put up with him all the time. Case in point--I just put my three month old GIRL to bed in Chicago Bears pajamas. Did I complain? Nope. He'll eat the Christmas candy, right? Yes he will. Do I like the Bears? I have no opinion. So I guess it all works out. I think I will save the Bears argument for another day, in an argument that I am actually trying to win. With the whole cooking and candy thing, I'm pretty sure he'll give up eventually.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
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Yes, Megan learned the stall from....her father. Dn. John and I used to stall and stall and stall, it is actually why we know some random things. My dad was a sucker. All we had to do was ask a question and we knew that we would be awake for another hour, those were the days. I still remember a lot of those talks. Anyway, it just gets better, Christine.
Oddly enough, I have heard that same story from your brother. Interesting....I will have to remind him that this is his fault.
I think Dad liked when we asked questions at bedtime. Mom ... maybe not so much, but she knew that Dad liked it. Anyway, I kind of like it too :).
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