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Man of many disguises

This morning Isaac walked into my office wearing his plushy full-body giraffe costume, topped with Daddy's new welding helmet. Sorry, no picture, but you can imagine...

Inappropriate for a 3 year old?

Isaac's been into the Pixies lately. Yesterday he meandered about the house singing "gigantic, gigantic, gigantic, gigantic." I'm just relieved he hasn't learned the rest of the chorus ("Gigantic, gigantic, I dig big love.") And yes, it's a song by a size queen.

Overheard in the playroom

Angy: We need to clean up your Legos. Do you want to do it by yourself or do it together?

Isaac: I don't want to do it together.

Angy: So you want to do it yourself?

Isaac: I want you to do it.

The bedtime wars have been joined!

Tonight Isaac finally figured out he could get out of his bed and wander around the house -- AFTER his bedtime! He partied upstairs by himself for a while, turning all the lights on, throwing his stuffed animals around, and knocking things over, then he happily tripped down the stairs with Monkey and Blankey to find me.

Imagine Isaac's surprise when he found that -- far from being thrilled with the opportunity to play with him yet again -- I actually wanted him to RETURN to bed. Yes, shocking, I know.

My Parenthack!

Salad Spinner as Dolly Thrill Ride

Dare to Discipline? Maybe not.

Tonight I stuck to my disciplinary guns and apparently severely traumatized my child. Sigh. As CH said, "Put a hundred bucks in the Therapy Jar."

Mother's little helper

I'm thinking of writing a children's book, titled "Mommy Needs a Drink."

A new parenting approach

This morning Christopher suggested, "I don't think we should ever tell Isaac 'no' about anything ever again."

BTW, Isaac turned 2 this week!

Conversations with a toddler

Last night:

Isaac carefully examines his blankey and tries to the pull the tag off. He looks at me in frustration.

Me: "That's a tag. Can you say 'tag'?"

Isaac: "Taa"

Me: "Your other blankey has a tag too."

Isaac examines his other blankey and finds a tag. "Taa." Then he picks up Monkey and points to his ear (referring to an event last week, in which he was shocked to find Monkey sitting on a shelf at a bookstore with a weird tag through his ear. He asked me to take the tag off, and when I said no, he proceeded to walk up to three different people, holding Monkey up to them and saying "Off." Finally, we went to the register and paid for Monkey, and then the nice Lady removed the tag.)

So anyway, there is Isaac a few days later examining Monkey's now tagless ear. "Lady," he says.

"Right, the Lady took off Monkey's tag. But Monkey still has a tag on his tushy."

Isaac examines Monkey's butt, and finds the tag. It won't come off. Then, he feels around to his own tush, looks at me inquisitively, asking "Isaac taa?"

"No, people don't have tags," I explain.

Baby care tips

From http://www.dadcentric.com/2008/01/good-parenting.html. And there's lots more good ones there.