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Thursday, May 05, 2005

This morning while Ronan and I were walking the dog, we discovered a backhoe tearing the road up. We stopped and watched for almost a half hour, which made us late for playgroup. I'm a punctual person, but I've learned the wisdom of toddler time.

Toddler time dictates that you never interrupt a kid who's engrossed in playing alone. You tiptoe, you don't empty the dishwasher, you speak in hushed tones, because the moment he looks up and makes eye contact, it's over. Toddler time insists that sometimes it'll take 20 minutes to get from the front door to the car (it's imperative to rake the gravel on the way there -- and that bird -- did you see that bird? Let's call the cat....) Toddler time means that in the five minutes it takes momma to make a doctor's appointment, the contents of the toybox can be artfully arranged throughout the house, including under the stove and behind the television.

Toddler time is fluid. It's also rigid and unflexible; 12:36 is six minutes too late to nap without a fight. It's tough to let go of schedules, especially when you've paid $175 for ten weeks of My Gym.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

For Sale By Owner: One (1) snotty-nosed toddler, somewhat verbal ("no"). Fast. Cunning. Teething. Laughs easily, often. Does not sleep through night; believes less sleep makes you stronger. Demands food at 4 a.m., then categorically rejects every item in fridge. Wicked accurate aim when throwing golf ball at your head. Prefers constant motion, attention. Beats up dog. Obsessed with Bob the Builder. Says "momma" like it's a poem.

Make an offer. Rent to own considered.

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