Other People's Stories....

I was complaining to a friend about Hazel's horrible sleep issues. The night before she had been up 5 or 6 times and I was feeling like a zombie. Before you all give unsolicited advice, we have tried almost everything, so just let it be. ;)

Anyway, my friend told me that when she was little she shared a room with three other siblings and she was still sleeping in a crib at the age of four becuase there was nowhere else for her to sleep. So one night she was throwing a fit about sleeping and her mother finally got fed up and crawled into the crib with her. The crib obviously collapsed.

I laughed hysterically at this story because I can SO relate to that poor mother's frustration. It's the middle of the night and you are SO tired that you can't even think straight and you will do just about anything to get that child to SHUT UP! It's just funny that we all share similar stories even when we feel like there is no one out there who understands our troubles.

Nuts...

Today, Owen flopped himself onto his bed. Unbeknownst to him, there was a rock solid (possibly made of iron) antique piggy bank on his bed and he slammed the back of his head on it.

He cried, I comforted, we moved on and thought nothing of it.

Then, tonight when I was giving him a bath, he screamed when I washed his hair. Then he screamed again when I dried his hair with the towel. I finally looked at the back of his head and he totally had a big gash there! Crusty blood mingled with fresh blood (not to mention the size and crookedness of the gash) got me a little worried.

Anyway-as I was inspecting the wound, Hazel was leaning over his head and making sympathetic noises. Clicking her tongue, sucking air through her teeth, etc. Then she said in a really sad, worried voice:

"Oooohhhhh...I can see his nuts inside his head!"

Adaptation...

I guess when the only person you have to play with is your big brother (or your little sister), you are willing to adapt your familiar imaginings to the liking of your playmate.

Owen and Hazel were in the bathtub tonight and the only toys that had been left in there from the previous bath were princesses. So after a few minutes, I heard this coming from the bathroom:

Owen: *explosion noises and gunfire*

Hazel: "No! Run, Ariel!" "Okay, Belle"

Owen: "Cinderella's going to kill you!"

Whatever makes them play nicely together is fine by me.