Hipster Hausfrau: After nap, you can have a lollipop or a cupcake. But what do you need to do to get a treat?
Little Liebchen: Take my clothes off.
[She thinks this because I make her remove any nice clothes before eating something messy like a cupcake, but still. Clearly having a problem with the messaging. The correct answer was actually “sleep.” And don’t judge me for treat bribing.]
Also, in case you are wondering, Das Big Boy has informed me that he is actually a rhinoceros who drives a snowplow, so if you thought he was a four-year-old boy, guess again.
All of the neighboring towns have a snowday tomorrow, but as of now we have a two hour delay which means business as usual for the afternoon preschool set. I’m NOT excited. I love a snow day. The pajamas, the junk food, the coziness, the activities. And Herr Husband has to leave for NYC for three days at like 5 am, so any shoveling after that is all on me. (#failedfeminist.) Yes, I miss my husband for himself, too. But the chores side effect is also less than awesome.
Here is a compendium of adorableness from our house today:
1) Little Liebchen calls lollipops habahops. And she likes to look at the habahop picture in The Little Engine that Could.
2) Das Big Boy interrupted our guided meditation tonight (something awesome he and I do after the rest of our bedtime routine. It really helps him settle down) to kiss me like a million times.
3. One of Little Liebchen’s favorite things to say is “Superlalala.” Or, “Sing superlalala, Mommy.” The rest of us don’t really know what Superlalala is, but it brings her such joy.
4. Das Big Boy has been humoring Little Liebchen’s new obsession with tea parties by frosting and serving cake. And spilling his tea. A lot. All of these things are pretend.
5. The favorite game in our house right now involves Herr Husband chasing our children around with an oven mitt, named Mitten (you can tell the writer in the family didn’t have a role in naming this one).
6. The whole way home from “school” (the mom and me class we take) today, Little Liebchen said “I tell [Das Big Boy] about school. I sing ‘Hello, Hello.’ I sing bus. I do jumpy jumpy on the trampoline. I do parachute.” And she said her teacher’s name for the first time today: “Miss Elizabeth,” which comes out, “Mishdabibabeh.”
The kids’ countdown is complete, and now the adult Husband Hausfraus are primed for their second consecutive cheese picnic. We’re home from our fun NYC getaway, and while a minor plague still seems descended on our house, we’re in relatively good spirits nonetheless.
We’re not a resolution sort of crowd, but I am hoping to dig out a bit more patience in 2015, and maybe I’ll find a form of fitness that isn’t burning-calories-by-breastfeeding, which, let’s face facts, serves me really well. But weaning is a-comin’. Once we’re through this illness season, I’m closing down the dairy bar. (Not to be confused with the Dairi Burger, of Sweet Valley High fame, which shall forever remain open in my imagination, questionable name and all.)
Here’s hoping that 2015 brings health and happiness and adventures to our family and yours.
I’m a big believer in family playdates. That is, playdates at which whole families get together so kids can frolic and parents can alternate between playing with children and chatting with adults while drinking wine. It’s a gift to find people you love whose family dynamics fit with yours. I feel lucky that we have several local families with whom we enjoy getting together en masse. I loved growing up with family friends, and I love that I have that for myself and my kids as an adult. It’s nice for Herr Husband, too, because sometimes it feels like because I’m the stay-at-home-parent, I get all of the friends in our community, so I’m glad when he gets in on the fun.
Today it was the Rocky Landlord Tribe and the Husband Hausfraus. We started at Launch, a superfun trampoline park (oddly owned by Ty Law, who can apparently show up there and hang out with you at any time, according to the website. I wish HH had worn his Ty Law jersey, because then maybe Ty would have come to say hello). Then we (just us and the Rocky Landlords; Ty Law did not join us) came to our house for pizza, wine, and general merriment. And by general merriment I mean me breaking a wine glass and Herr Husband throwing the entirety of Rocky and the Landlord’s pizza on the floor. And they didn’t care at all because a) they’re awesome, and b) they pretty much know what to expect from me. Which also includes an untidy home.
I can tell the rest of you are now eager to become my family friends, too.
We’re on serious family time around here: no commitments, no work until January 5. And hence my blog motivation is lagging because there’s just so much to be enjoyed. So three quick things.
1) I was planning to start potty teaching Little Liebchen today. Yes, she’s not even two, but the motivation is there. She pretty much exclusively poops in the potty now, and I think she could control her pee, too, if she had a couple of nudey-rush-to-the-toilet-when-we-see-her-peeing days. Vacation time seems like the right time to do it because we have man-to-man coverage and are more likely to spot emerging pees. The problem? LL doesn’t want to be naked. She wants to wear her new outfits from Christmas. And because she can put her own pants on, this is thus far an unwinnable battle.
2. I got Herr Husband Amazon Fire TV for Christmas, largely because I was tempted by the fact that we could stream Arrested Development for free as Prime members. I rewatch this show on an annual basis, and this lifestyle change is going to decimate my blogging motivation.
3. Rainbow Fish is still alive. He seems rather sickly, however, so we got him a Christmas present of two motivational snails. But this attempt could backfire, as I imagine one feels rather crappy about oneself when one’s motivational snails are more active than oneself. Which our snails definitely are. One of them may be more active than I am. In any event, we have yet to name them, but we are now a family of eight, I suppose: Two large humans, two small humans, a cat, a fish, and two snails.
We had a wonderful Christmas as a family. Relaxing, bountiful, and fun. Santa, presents, and breakfast; frolicking outside, Gigi, Papa, Mimi and lunch; a family walk; dinner; Christmas movies, stories, and bed. Now boardgames and wine for the grown-ups.
Our five family Christmases in review:
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Sweet dreams, sweet ballerinas.