A Dog and a Frog

If you read the title of this post and went straight to “cavort in a bog,” congratulations. You are, most likely, a parent. And, even luckier, you are familiar with Sandra Boynton.

If carrots have become “orange twiglets from Jupiter” at your house, I’m guessing you know Charlie and Lola. They are good friends to have.

If you spontaneously burst into rounds of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” well, it’s almost like old times. Almost like when you used to sing along with the radio whenever “Kryptonite ” came on. Almost.

If you can kill your audience just by mentioning the word “monkey,” you must be playing to a roomful of four-year-olds.

If you find yourself referencing Pixar movies several times a day, perhaps you should consider sending them a thank you card: “Thanks for the characters, the stories, the laughs, the common ground my toddler and I now share, and also, my sanity.”

If you see a pacifier on the sidewalk and your heart aches just a little bit for that poor mother (and the poor baby too, of course), just know that if you haven’t been on the other end of the equation before, you probably will be. And you’ll survive. So will the baby.

If you find yourself excited by the sight of a dog as you walk down the street, and you are about to shout out with glee, “Oh, I see a dog! Do you see the dog too?” only to remember that you are without your normal, dog-loving companions, well, maybe you need to get out by yourself more.

On the other hand, don’t feel too bad if you do get out by yourself, or with your spouse, and as you walk around the neighborhood, you find yourself thinking, “The kids would have loved this! We should have brought them with us.” They probably would have loved it. But you probably wouldn’t have.

And finally, if, despite the fact that you were ready to kick them out of the house a couple of hours before, you are inexplicably driven to poke your head in their bedroom before you go to bed, just to see if they’re okay, just to make sure they’re warm (or cool) enough, just to observe the amusing sleep positions kids collapse into, just to whisper to them that you love them, that you think they are wonderful, that you are trying your best — then you’ve passed some sort of test. Welcome to the club. Hope you like it. It’s kind of a fun one to be a part of.

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4 Comments

  1. I was looking for choc chip recipes on your blog(going to make the “Perfect Chocolate Chip Cookies”) and just had to comment on the delicious picture with the two boys’ fandangos up in the air as they laid crashed in Oliver’s bed. It is reassuring to the cynics like me that all is rigth and okay in parts of teh world if two kids like yours can sleep so safe and soundly. I love reading your musings so much! Hugs to all of you. meg

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    lizzie Reply:

    Fandangoes! I love it. Thanks for being our friend. 🙂

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  2. love love love!

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  3. lizzie

    August 15th, 2011 at 3:12 pm

    I appreciate no one calling my attention to the fact that the first line of “But not the hippopotamus” is actually “A hog and a frog cavort in a bog.” I happen to have a dog and a frog, so it works better for me that way. 🙂

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  4. … “but not the armadillo” is my daughter’s favourite line 🙂 We read it last night.

    Hi.. I’m new to your blog and I’m bookmarking you 🙂

    I loved this entry… I think I’ve experienced every one of those moments.

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    lizzie Reply:

    Thanks Heather! I hope you keep reading and enjoying. Glad to have you.

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