Saturday, January 13, 2007
Post-nap Saturday afternoon thoughts
Oh, it's so cold today. And I'm eating ice cream. Very, very cold.
This morning I went across the street to the mall and came home with new underwear for Aaron. They're from Gymboree, very cute. He said, with a scrunched up face, "Well, I like them. But I would like them a lot more if they had violent stuff on them." That's my boy.
Now Steve is at work and the kids just woke me up from my nap and darn it if I still don't resent Steve for taking the remote to the bathroom with him so I wouldn't get it, back when we were in San Diego two weeks ago. Kidding!
What I really want is to get my children to respond to my requests/pleas/commands without me having to get mad first. Does anyone know the secret? For instance, if I want Elliot to clean up the dinosaur/pillow fort he made, and I've already asked him to do it 4 times, and he made a half-hearted attempt for 30 seconds, but it's still not clean, what is my next move supposed to be? Do I (a) turn off the tv to regain his focus, (b) punish him, (c) keep nagging about it, or (d) raise my voice? 'Cause baby, I've tried all the above and I think I need an Option E. Suggestions welcome.
I need to start a new book. Last week I finished Letters For Emily. It wasn't really for me. I'm a book and movie snob, I think. For instance, why did so many people tell me that Night at the Museum was good? It was not.