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Child-proof locks no more
Tonight while putting Faith to bed she said to me “Daddy, my blanket, Bunny Bear and David are in a brown bag. We need to get them.” I assumed she was reminding me that those items were being washed and she didn’t want me to forget to get them out of the dryer before putting her to bed. I was wrong.
I told Faith since those items were getting washed she will have them for bedtime tomorrow. She said “no, Daddy, my blanket, Bunny Bear and David are in a brown bag in my closet.” Then I clued in, I said “Baby, show me” and I opened her closet door. She pulled out her giraffe suitcase (aka as the brown bag) and unzipped it and showed me her blanket, her Bunny Bear and David. During her nap she had figured out how to open her closet door and put those items in her suitcase, then closed the door. Wow!
De-Ann came into the room and that’s when I shut the closest door and asked Faith to open it. Her door had a child-proof lock on it. We watched as Faith walked over to her closet door and pinched the doorknob to open the door. She opened the door. Just like that, she was able to open the door. I looked at De-Ann and we both smiled and laughed. We knew it was time to take away the child-proof lock. And with that De-Ann took off the child-proof lock.
Our little girl is growing up.
Devastated Daddy
This morning I was taking Shawn to his class after dropping Faith off at hers. I helped him get his coat and boots off then proceeded to say “good-bye” to him. A good-bye consist of two hugs (one of each shoulder), a kiss and an Eskimo kiss (rubbing our noses together).
Shawn gave me the two hugs, as usual, them I proceeded to kiss him and before I got close to his face he said “no Daddy, I don’t like kisses.” I asked him why and he said “I don’t like kisses anymore!” Then he said, “no kisses Daddy. No Eskimo kisses either.” And off he went into his class.
I have to be honest, I was devastated. I thought to myself, “is Shawn too old for kisses?” Then I thought, “how could he be, he is only 3!”
Toddlers & driving
We got into the van this morning on our usual trek to daycare and what did the kids start talking about? Who was going to drive the family vehicles.
Keep in mind my kids are 3 years old and 4 years old, not teenagers.
Back to our conversation in the van…
Faith told Shawn that when she gets bigger she is going to drive the van. Shawn argues that he is going to drive the van and Faith is going to drive the car. Faith says then say “no, Shawn you drive the car, I’ll drive the van.” Then Shawn concedes to Faith’s wishes and says he will drive the “black car” and Faith is going to drive the “silver van.” Then Faith is a very happy camper!
Dead balloon
Faith and Shawn were given some balloons this past weekend from a birthday party they attended. Of course, they were filled with helium so they were floating in the air when we got home. Oh, and they are attached to a weight to keep them from floating to the ceiling, of course. It was pretty late when we got home so the kids went straight to bed. The last thing they saw was the balloons floating next to the stairs.
The next morning after getting dressed they ran down the stairs and saw that all but one balloon was on the floor. Faith said to Shawn, “the balloon died Shawn.” Shawn said “oh no!” And they both put on sad faces. Then we left for daycare.
Tonight on the way home for some reason Faith remembered about the balloons and said to Shawn “the balloon died everywhere.” Then she said to me “if the balloon died everywhere then we have to go to the new house.” I asked her to explain and she just said the same thing over again.
When we finally got in the house the kids noticed the balloons were all gone. De-Ann had put them in the garage before she left for work. Faith said “the balloon died everywhere” and ran to the living room. Then I heard a scream. After turning on the light Faith and Shawn found one of the balloons. Oscar (our cat) had dragged it in the living room. And they both saw it lying there–dead! They both crouched down starring at it and every once in a while Faith would poke at it like they found a dead frog.
They were so concerned for this balloon that I had to pick it up and put it in the garage to put it out of it’s misery.
