My children are taking a much needed nap. Having typed that, I expect one (or both) of them to wake up promptly…
I am anxiously awaiting the ability to somehow split myself in half and then have the missing halves regenerate. Perhaps every night we could plug into our collective and share the day’s memories.
Hmm.. Two wouldn’t be enough. I need one to sleep, one to do chores, and one to play with the kids. Ideally two to play with the kids for one on one time.
Nothing pulls at my heart more than when The Tackler looks at me with those blue eyes and says, “I want you to play with me, Mommy.”
Because if Daddy is home, I never hear that.
So when I’m the recipient (because I’m probably the only one around other than Lil Diva), I really want to do it.
But many times I can’t. Today, he wanted me to play with him upstairs, territory not friendly to Lil Diva, who was creating havoc on the 1st floor.
After 10 minutes of questions like “Why can’t you come play with me?” the baby blues won out.
I lugged her upstairs.
Our play time then (by necessity) consisted of picking up his toys, as the game room upstairs is where all of his “This is a Choking Hazard” toys are (supposed to be) regulated to. The goal was to pick them up before Lil Diva decided they looked tasty and avoid the cries of discontent that are evoked when new and teething unfriendly toys are accessible to her.
It worked surprisingly well. Mostly because she was fascinated by a “new place” that she hadn’t been allowed to explore in months. She really had no interest (this time) in going down the stairs. Going up things is far more intriguing at this point.
Eventually she wandered into The Tackler’s room.
And was ecstatic.
Because his room has not one, but TWO beds. He has his firetruck toddler bed (which is still there because we need to clean out our garage to make space for it), and a twin mattress on the floor (so he’s nice and close to the ground while he learns to not fall out).
She made a beeline for the mattress and immediately climbed up onto it. The Tackler, naturally, had to join her and then both monkeys were jumping on the bed.
Tackler Monkey then demonstrated to Diva Monkey how much fun the firetruck bed was.
I swear, you could see the wheels turning in her head. She immediately abandoned the mattress for the higher bed.
It took her about two minutes (and a lot of jabbering that if translated would amount to much baby cursing), but she managed to climb up.
This is the same bed that The Tackler had some difficulty climbing into at 19 months when we transitioned him from the crib.
I don’t think that is going to be a problem for her.
Once up in the bed she immediately began bouncing on it, just like her brother. Perhaps not quite so high, though. 🙂 She also babbled up a storm (this excited chatter she gets whenever what she is doing is deemed Very Cool, like climbing up high). Both children pin-balled around on the bed for the next 5-10 minutes (while The Tackler also climbed to the top of it) and I kept careful watch in case Lil Diva decided to take a head dive over the edge (she didn’t.. this time).
I love watching them play together. They feed on each others energy and it just keeps looping as they act crazy together. If only it didn’t typically end with Lil Diva crying. Thankfully, this time it was avoided by having to leave for my hot yoga class.
I wish I’d had time to grab my camera. I didn’t dare leave them alone for the 20 seconds a mad dash for it would’ve taken.
Because sometimes, you don’t need the full five minutes….
**Only half of this blog was written before someone woke up. It had to be finished post bedtime.