Well we finished off “Look Back” February and my kids couldn’t be happier. “Mom, I don’t think you should use those things anymore. I mean who cares what we did as kids anyway?” Giving her a mock sad face I replied, “Well, I liked seeing that your set personality really hasn’t changed all that much”. “Well you don’t count” The doll replied. True I don’t; I’m biased.
What I learned looking back? The boy always had a cold. Hmm perhaps he does have allergies. The doll has always tried to be the boss of the family…and the boy has learned to let her. Both kids know how to push one another’s buttons and unfortunately, their parents as well.
Both kids are going through changes right now…”It’s not my fault my body’s changing! If it were up to me I’d just be Dixie (the dog)!” the doll shouted at me yesterday, unhappy I woke her up for school. “Well if that were the case then you’d be a bitch all the time!” I replied. She scowled at me in reply.
The other night I was talking to one of the boy’s classmates–who is as tall has he is, but still has the high, little boy voice. I had a hard time listening–my boy’s tenor has been low for so long now…I don’t remember what his little voice sounded like.
Maybe Mom’s the one going through changes..er….well, that’s an entirely different blog…
Oct 20, 2003: We took some good walks at the park around the block and in the neighborhood, hoping all this good clean air would help the children fall asleep easier and maybe sleep in in then morning. But for some reason Friday night we couldn’t convince either one to go to bed at their bedtimes. The doll was just wired. The boy was far too interested in what was going on around him. At 8:30 pm I had the doll dressed and ready for bed. We’ve been weaning her off the bottle, giving her only four ounces at bedtime. Then she brushes her teeth, blows kisses at her Dad, brother and dog. Usually I place her in bed, give kisses and off to dreams land she goes. Instead she decided to jump up and down on the bed. Then she decided she didn’t like her pajamas or diaper because she whipped them both off. I was in the boy’s room, playing a video game with him listening to her yell and jump around. When I went into her room to settle her down I was shocked to see a bucked naked girl jumping in front of me. I picked her up, took her into the living room and gave her to her father, while I searched for our old pal…duct tape. the hubby redressed her and put a large piece of duct tape across her diaper. Again she went through her bedtime ritual: blowing kisses to her Dad, brother and dog. I have her goodnight kisses, handed her a board book then turned on her musical bunny before I left her room. I went back into the boy’s room to resume the video game play with him. The doll resumed her protest for going to bed as well.
After a while I noticed she was no longer yelling “Mom!!” and all indications were that she was asleep. I turned off the game, tucked the boy into bed and left to check on my doll. When I peaked into her room, I smiled and called her daddy over to look too. Standing there, we both smiled and shook our heads back and forth; there sound asleep our daughter laid completely naked. Evidently the duct tape wasn’t long enough to keep her from manipulating the straps off. Her diaper was on the floor, her pajamas in a heap next to them. I managed to get the diaper back onto her, placing a longer piece of tape across the straps and let her sleep shirtless. Hmm, I wonder what this child is trying to tell us?
Evidently we were pretty clueless back then….I wonder if things have changed….?
Looking back has been sweet….and fun….but looking forward, facing the future, living our lives; that’s where we’re headed.