morning rituals

6am.  A tap on my shoulder… Jonah: Mommy… Me: Yes…? J: I’m up. Me: I see. J: Mommy? Me: Yes…? J: I had a very bad dream. Me: I’m so sorry to hear that. J: Mommy? Me: Yes…? J: Please don’t be mad at me… but in my dream… I punched (my cousin). Me: Wow, that does sound like a bad dream. J: Are you mad at me? Me: No, honey. It was just a dream. J:… Because you know I’d never punch my cousin, right? Me: I know you’d never punch anyone. A few days later… 6am again… (I mean, seriously). Michelle Obama in a PSA on PBS. Me: Do you know who that is? J: No, who? Me: That’s The First Lady of the United States. That’s President Obama’s ...Read More
When Jonah was a baby, I read a lot of books on “Attachment Parenting….” I think I missed the chapter about how to handle a child literally attaching themselves to you… when you’re trying to make lunch, or get dressed… … it was like an appendage… that I had no choice but to drag with me wherever I went…. I missed that part on Attachment Parenting. Especially the part where said child knows it’s funny and knows you kind of think it’s funny too.
No matter how hard I try, my mornings with Baby-Ko are usually a little harried… especially when he wakes up at 5:36am ready to play doctor. (Oh, have I mentioned he likes to pretend that he works at a “Hop-tical” now?) Despite my attempts to have everything from food, to clothes to morning rituals laid out and planned ahead, there is one thing I have zero control over: his mood. This morning: He. Was. In. A. Mood. Gave him the play dough (reserved for his table/ but played with on the couch).Gave him a lollipop (reserved for dinner/ but given before breakfast).Gave him a basket of my old makeup (reserved for the ...Read More