Squish and I had a little chat today. About the proper use of scissors. Using them to cut scabs off your face was eliminated as a “proper use,” but I kind of think that Squish wasn’t entirely persuaded by my arguments.
(This particular scab is of unknown origin but is entirely unrelated to the lip incident. The lip is healing just fine and looks to be on track to be nearly invisible by next week.)
Good news for those of you who only manage to squeeze in a couple of one-minute sprinting sessions a week — when chasing after a runaway child: it still helps you stay healthy.
Squish is presenting me with a little bit of a quandary. He suddenly won’t nap unless I lie down with him. I’m torn between wanting him to keep being the awesome, independent napper he’s always been and wanting to make sure he still gets a nap in — because I need that nap as much as he does. Of course, it only takes a few minutes for him to fall asleep when I lie down with him and he doesn’t wake up when I leave, so I should probably count it 5 minutes well spent and move on.
I found out this week that my grandmother’s name, Bernice, is related to the name Nike, the Greek goddess of victory (which is, of course, where the athletic apparel company got its name). Bernice means “bringing victory” — it is the English version of the ancient Greek “Pherenike.” I had no idea. Suddenly I have a whole new perspective on the name.
Yesterday I read Pierre by Maurice Sendak to the boys. On the last page, I accidentally misread a word, but it made sense so I kept reading. Manchild, who wasn’t even sitting next to me, corrected me with the right word. It got me wondering if he could learn the whole book. After all, it is just one long poem. So I asked him. His response: “With the prologue, or without it?”
“With,” I said.
And he proceeded to recite the entire thing, nearly word-for-word, from beginning to end.
Of course he’d already memorized it. I mean, he’s read it at least five times since we got it for Squish’s birthday 4 months ago.
This sort of thing should no longer surprise me, but it does.
As far as children’s television programming goes (which we watch either through YouTube or on DVDs from the library): I fully support Charlie and Lola. I can get behind Thomas and His Friends. VeggieTales are on my “okay” list as well. I tolerate Dinosaur Train. But The Cat and the Hat grates on me a bit. I refuse to bring Barney into my home. I am grateful my children do not know that Maisy has her own tv show (the books are almost more than I can handle). I prefer Sesame Street in small, YouTube doses (especially the Elmo portions). Super Y and Word Word get a stamp of approval, however.
What about you? Where do you stand? Or what can you not stand?