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Country Break


So we went to Vermont this weekend. Me and the two kiddies. Who’s missing? Yep, hubby was on call and crazed, so we left him behind. Which means, in case you didn’t get this the first time, it was me and the kiddies. No biggie, right? A weekend away with the kids- like an adventure. We went to a friend’s farm, it was all our first time there, and it was pulchritudinous (I just found that word in the thesaurus. Pretty impressive, isn’t it. It would be even more impressive if I could say it. I overuse beautiful, if one can do such a thing).

What can beat Vermont in the summer? But really, try beating an organic farm with real live sheep, pigs, chickens, and a farmhouse that is taken out a Better Farmhouse and Gardens magazine, and the picture really cannot be beat. (The company contributed to the overall beauty, as well). So, the kids play with their friends, the grown-ups gab and occasionally pause to hear if there are still children’s voices running around somewhere in the distant wood. Grilled trout and corn on the cob, peach pie with a sunset over the green, green hills, could life get better? (And my friends LIVE there. When were they handing out life choices, and where was I?)

Then it was bedtime. In a house my children had never been visited, and sharing a room (they have their own room back in the city). What could be more exciting than that for a four and two year old? Oh, right, that MOMMY was going to put them down– alone. What fun. I will spare the details, like the crawling under the bed to get to one while I was lying down with the other; or the chorus of poo-poo and pee-pee head between each other while mom thought of any bribe or threat to shut them up! Finally, after I had gone back and forth between the two, lying with them and whispering sweet threats into their ears to get them to sleep, and just as Boo was drifting off, Sunshine starts crying. “What?!” I sweetly hiss under the bed to her? “There is a spider web and I’m really scared!” So I leave Boo’s side to take care of Sunshine (he, of course is wide awake again), hastily sweep away the spider web with my hand, “See, nothing to be afraid of, now GO TO SLEEP.” She was out in seconds. Then boo- after another ten seconds of lying with him. But the whole process took ONE FULL HOUR, not including teeth brushing. Hubby got the cell phone call he wishes he hadn’t answered.

As we approached the Boston skyline on the way home from Dreamville, Sunshine shared the lesson she had learned from the weekend: the country was more beautiful than the city, and she wanted to live there forever with her friend. Nice. My lesson: never, never travel to a new place with a shared bedroom without either hubby or a gate– or a steel trap door.

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Sleep and Poop

There are a couple very different things I want to write about today. Sleep and Poop. You see, I am plagued by the LACK of one and the overload of the other. Can you guess which is which? If you have ever been 7 months pregnant, you will remember that now begins the time when people see the circles under your eyes and respond, “Oh, it’s okay, your body’s just preparing for the REAL lack of sleep you’ll get when the a baby arrives.” Have you heard this before? This being my third pregnancy, I have heard it a lot. So I’m seven months along, can no longer comfortably sleep on my back, and my hips ache after 15 minutes of sleeping on one side. So I’m doing the 15-minute hop and flop, which my hubby LOVES, but would never consider complaining.

And then there’s poop. Since I have a 4+ and a 2+ child, I’m not going to complain about changing poopy diapers because it’s not so bad anymore. I am, instead, currently overwhelmed with POOPY talk. Do you get it? “Mommy, put your finger in POOP! Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!”
Me: “What would you like for breakfast this morning, Sunshine?”
Sunshine: “POOP cereal. HA-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
And now even my 2+ y.o.
Boo: I’m going to sing you a song.”
Me: “You are! What song will you sing to me?”
Boo: “POOP!”
How does one respond to these comebacks that make them CRACK UP?

Here is my real concern. Boo told one of his POOP jokes to Sunshine’s preschool teacher who responded, “Ah, you must be almost three.” “But,” I wanted to say, “my daughter is almost FIVE years old and talks poop and pee everything!” So does this mean that the fascination with excrement lasts from 3-5, at least? If so, then I better buckle in because Boo has at least two more years in the Poop World, and then when Boo is 5, Baby will be 2+. Awesome. POOP!

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