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don’t splash the diesel cars.

Wednesday, January 7th, 2009

Since I’m a play-at-home mommy, I spend a lot of time reading children’s books and occasionally watch a few children’s PBS shows. I’m pretty picky about books and shows that I let Drew read and watch.

That means he watches Dexter regularly and we read murder mysteries before bedtime.

JUST KIDDING.

We actually love Word World (he can’t stand Sesame Street and I’m not a big fan either). And Tigger & Pooh. And we read a gargantuan amount of children’s books.

Drew was given a collection of books for Christmas that he has fallen in love with – mostly because they have stickers sheets in the front.

But I’ve been really bothered by one of the books titled I’m Sorry. I can appreciate the theme of the book – children need to have manners. But the story is rather awful, I think. And not just awful like most Christian fiction, but awful because it is WRONG.

This is the poem throughout the book:

What naughty monkeys at the zoo!
They’re dropping their food and throwing it, too.
The monkeys don’t speak, but if they could,
they should say sorry for not being good.

If you drop your food like the monkeys do…
What should you say?
Say “I’m sorry!” too.

What noisy hippos at the zoo!
They’ve woken the sleepy old gnu.
The hippos don’t speak, but if they could,
they should say sorry for not being good.

If you make a noisy hullabaloo…
What should you say?
Say “I’m sorry!” too.

What silly penguins at the zoo!
They’re splashing the lions and the tigers, too.
The penguins don’t speak, but if they could,
they should say sorry for not being good.

If you splash your friends when you shouldn’t do…
What should you say?
Say “I’m sorry!” too.

What grumpy zebras at the zoo!
They’re pushing in front of the kangaroo.
The zebras don’t speak, but if they could,
They should say sorry for not being good.

If you push someone like the zebras do…
What should you say?
Say “I’m sorry!” too.

None of the animals in the zoo
know good manners like you do.
But just imagine if they could…
What should they say for not being good?

“Sorry!”

Is it just me or is this book teaching that animals are bad for…being animals?!

I will certainly teach Drew that we don’t throw food unless it’s a proper Food Fight, and that being noisy is best when we are at home and it’s just with Mommy and Daddy, and that splashing is FINE when you are in water, and that grumpiness is a normal feeling and instead of pushing other kids around, that pushing his stuffed animals or pillows is best. Or, just don’t push.

But using animals that have these completely natural instincts that aren’t “morally wrong” to teach children manners – seriously? Am I the only one who thinks this is weird and wrong?

This morning while we were eating breakfast, Drew asked if we could “peese boo boo.” I smiled and said sure, so we carried our breakfast into the living room and curled up on the couch and slowly woke up while watching Thomas the Tank Engine and eating yummy cereal and bananas and cheerios and juice and okay, so we ate a lot.

But this particular episode of Thomas the Tank Engine completely floored me.

The episode starts with Thomas’ driver mentioning that Thomas could probably manage without him because the engine knows the route so well. Thomas gets pretty cocky about it and giggles to his friends that he knows he could totally drive his route without a driver. Both of his friends tell him that he is crazy but Thomas starts to waken early the next morning when he feels warm coal inside of him.

Thomas decides that he’s going to prove to his driver and his friends that he really CAN do the whole route on his very own. His plan is to start out early before they wake up. He starts moving but the only reason he is moving is because a careless cleaner had meddled with his controls. But Thomas starts to panic because he realizes he can’t toot his horn or use his brakes. He keeps rolling along, gaining momentum, until he slams into the Station Master’s house!

The Station Master’s family was about to have breakfast. The house rocks, glass goes everywhere, and Thomas’s nose smashes right into the table where they are sitting. The Station Master is furious and his wife sharply criticizes Thomas by saying, “you miserable engine! Just look what you’ve done to our breakfast! I shall have to cook some more!”

The narrator of the episode said “Thomas felt depressed.” Ha. No kidding.

Two Scottish twin engines, Donald and Douglas, arrive and pull Thomas back onto the tracks. They laugh at him and leave him there. And when Thomas arrives at the train yard, there is worse to come.

His driver says “you are in a lot of trouble! You must go to the works and have your front mended. And a diesel rail car will do your work.”

Thomas balks and says, “a DIESEL CAR?”

“Yes, a diesel car. They always stay in their sheds until they are wanted. Diesels never galavant off to breakfast in their Station Master’s houses.”

And then, THE STORY ENDS. That’s all.

I just sat there and stared. Seriously???

Thomas only left the train yard because a stupid cleaner meddled with his controls!!! And yet he got criticized, laughed at, and ended up depressed. And don’t even get me started on the whole “a DIESEL CAR?” Discrimination, anyone?

Drew really thought the episode was hilarious and shouted “WHEELS!” every time the train rolled by and he thought the wreck at the Station Master’s house was funny.

I don’t think he was harmed by viewing it. 🙂

But between the manners book, and this episode, AUGH. Am I being paranoid? Aren’t both of these potentially harmful for a child to read or watch? Or am I just being silly and need to get back to finishing watching Dexter?

21 months old.

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

My sweet Drew,

You are 21 months old today!

chewing bananas

Last night was your first night sleeping in your crib with the front side removed. For a few nights we’ve let you sleep on your mattress while it was just on the floor but it ended up feeling like a giant sleepover every single night. You would scatter blankets and pillows everywhere and one night I came in to check on you and you were UNDERNEATH the sofa chair. Your tiny head was sticking out. Snoring.

We still haven’t bought you a real toddler bed (and probably won’t for another month or so) but we knew that just having the mattress on the floor wasn’t a clear enough distinction of This Is Your Bed. Please Stay On It.

Daddy put your crib back together last night and you waltzed through the doorway of your room and saw it and shouted, “BED!” The minute we put your mattress in it, you ran full force and shimmied up onto it and I said, “want to go night-night?” and you laid your head right down and grinned like a little weasel. Of course, I’m not sure if weasel’s grin. But if they do, I think your smiles would be similar. Sneaky-like.

I kept the baby box (the baby monitor) on the edge of the nightstand all last night and had the volume turned up extra high. I wanted to hear your first thump so I could come rescue you.

Apparently, I had enough pillows and blankets on the floor to protect your fall because I NEVER heard a thump or a cry from you. But I checked on you in the middle of the night and sure enough, you were in the floor. All curled up, snoring. I tucked you back in and hoped you’d stay put. This morning I opened your bedroom door to find you back in the floor again.

You got really sleepy this afternoon and so we trekked upstairs so I could tuck you in for a nap. I forgot your juice cup downstairs so I just left you in your room while I scooted back downstairs. You screamed and cried and banged on the door shouting OPEN DOOR. OPEN DOOR.

When I came back in, just a few minutes later, this is what I found:

tucked in

You were so sleepy that you climbed into bed by yourself, wrapped the big snuggly blanket all around you and went off to sleep.

It’s just really amazing that you are big enough to whirl around through the room, jump onto your bed, shimmy down quickly, and when hearing Daddy outside your bedroom door after his long day at work to say, “Daddy? Open door!”

You are actually talking quite a lot. You know a gazillion words. But you have been stringing them into small sentences for a few months now. “Peese, mihk?” “Turn music iPod on?” “Wheresa Daddy?” “Daddy work!” Those are just a few of the phrases you regularly say now.

The stairs are currently your favorite thing in the world. You call them steps. Which is fine. Because they ARE steps. And you say “down steps” and “up steps” for downstairs and upstairs. You scoot down them on your bottom sometimes but mostly just on your tummy. Not head first. I didn’t allow your Daddy to teach you that. 😉

The tiny kitchen we bought you for Christmas is still something you are enjoying (your Daddy taught you to put your stuffed penguin inside the oven and now you bake your penguin on most days, which is horrid but very, very cute). Interestingly, you have figured out how to take the entire kitchen APART! I found the sink in your bed the other night. What could you possibly need to wash in your bed?

penguin baking

But for all the toys and wonderful wigglies that your family and friends gave you at Christmas (and boy, you got A LOT and folks were really generous), you still love the mundane everyday types of items that you find in the house. In fact, you sometimes love them more. Which would have saved us a LOT of money if you’d just sent us an email.

Rolls of tape are your current fascination. You started calling them sticker rolls this morning. I’m not sure how you figured out how to pull a piece of tape off but you did. Our sticker rolls are now starting to become depleted. But you still can’t get the duct tape roll to “open” and for that, I’m grateful. All we need is for you to discover how wonderful duct tape is.

You are still fighting a cold (I’m calling it the Fungus of the Bungus because I’ve never seen so much snot and tears all mixed together and snears or tot don’t quite get it). It’s miserable to see you so fussy and sick.

sick with the fungus of the bungus

But even in the midst of your funk, you have a few bright spots in your day.

It’s normally when you start running the circle through the living room, kitchen, and dining room. You get started and then CANNOT STOP. You wiggle your head back and forth and giggle and get really dizzy. I imagine it’s like being on drugs.

Hmm. I might try that if I get in a funk. The running around in a circle. Not the drugs.

You also forget about being so sniffly and coughing up both lungs when you start driving your cars ALL over the house. Even on the grandfather clock.

zooooom!

I’m hoping the cold is over soon. I want you to be able to play more and enjoy some of your new toys and I’d really like to get out of the house more. I know you LOVE it when we go outside and since we haven’t been out much at all lately, I think we’re both getting stir crazy.

Your daddy took us out for dinner last night and when we got out of the car and headed towards the restaurant, you looked up at the sky and said “ceiling?”

I think that was a major clue that we need to get outside more often. So. Please get better soon. I’m trying to help you with all the Vitamin C and hugs and warm baths and chicken noodle soup and picture-time.

Picture-time is when we curl up with Elsa, my laptop, and scroll through my pictures and videos and look at family. You absolutely LOVE doing this. I’m so impressed that you can remember faces and names of people you don’t see very often.

You even remember them at odd moments during the day. Yesterday you asked where Wilma was when I was pouring some milk into your juice cup. And this morning you asked where Gammie was when we opened the front door to wait for the Oil Man to deliver some more oil so we can be warm. And a few minutes ago I heard you whispering Poppy, Poppy, Poppy while playing with your dump truck.

It’s obvious that you have an imagination and memories. I think, perhaps, that the best way to sum up how different you are at 21 months is that you love to pretend now. Your pretend phrase is “doot da doot” and I hear it a lot when you drive bananas pieces around on the table.

I love you so much it hurts.

Mommy is struggling right now with thoughts on faith and it feels at times like perhaps my depression is back. But when you peek around the corner and grin so widely that I see all your precious teeth, you don’t know how much you help heal my soul.

And when you whisper night-night to me and say I LUFF YOU in the dark, you don’t see the tears that pour down my face.

Your Daddy and I thought we had to be out of our minds when we decided to have you. We weren’t in the best place financially, or even emotionally. We were still new at marriage and it was all we could do to stay best friends at the end of our long work days.

But we ached for you. And God blessed us with you.

We hope and pray that we can show you love and grace for years, and years, until we are both gray and have grand-babies and great-grand-babies scurrying around our feet.

But I don’t know what our future holds. I have wept this week as I’ve read stories of families who have lost their sweet children at a young age. I simply cannot comprehend losing you. It feels wrong to even write about it.

But if God grants us the sweet blessing of long days ahead, I want you to someday read these words and know that I do not take our precious days for granted.

And when I see you sound asleep, I will snap pictures of you and giggle at how one day you will be in awe that you were so tiny.

sound asleep

And we will smirk about how it looks like you are about to start disco dancing.

I love you! A bushel and a peck. And a hug around the neck.

Love, Mommy

out of the mouth’s of babes.

Friday, January 2nd, 2009

My little boy is rather sickly right now with a cold and I’m not even sure how many teeth are coming in. It really breaks my heart to see him so overwhelmed.

But in the past day or so, I’ve went from feeling pity for him to snickering at Everything He Does. He’s just slightly “off” right now. And he’s probably going to turn bright pink when he reads this one day.

As I was tucking him in last night, I laid down in the floor beside his bed (he’s out of the crib but not in a toddler bed yet as we let him adjust to a Big Boy bed with just a mattress and billions of pillows and blankets) and started rubbing his back. A few minutes passed and then he started saying, in a sing song voice,

“Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex.”

I raised my head up slowly and listened again.

“Sex. Sex. Sex. Seeeeeex.”

Now, I know that I’ve slipped up a bit and said things like stupid (which Drew pronounces stoopit, the wiggly way), and chicken butt (which I’ve already addressed here), and perhaps a few other not-so-much-a-big-deal words. But nothing Dangerous For the Grocery Store or Church. Daniel and I have both been really careful.

You know. Because we talk like trash behind closed doors. Apparently. 😉

Anyway, I knew he hadn’t heard that word from us. And it’s not like he’s watching MTV during the day while I play Sims 2.

“Sex. Sex. Sex. SEX SEX SEX.”

“What did you say, sweetie?”

“Sex.”

Then he raised his toes really high and wiggled his toes and shrieked “SEX!”

“OH!!!!! YOU MEAN SOCKS! Oh my word. Socks. Socks, Drew! SOCKS!”

And then as pretty as you please, he continued on.

“Socks. Socks. Socks. SOCKS!”

It was as though he knew the word but the whole Being Sick Thing was causing him to be slightly off in pronunciation.

Whew.

I’m not sure what it is about bed-time or nap-time. But as I just tucked him in a FEW MINUTES AGO…we had another episode. Which sent me into a fit of giggles.

Unlike other godly parents, we sing the ABC song before we go to sleep at night. Instead of Jesus Loves Me. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy whispering and sharing the stories of Jesus to Drew (even though he normally just turns his head at me and gives me a funny look when I say “the fish ate Jonah”) but for some reason, I don’t think it’s because he’s a wicked little boy, he does NOT like Jesus Loves Me before bedtime. He FROWNS and GROWLS. He likes it at bath-time, or in the car, or while sitting on the couch, but NOT at bed-time.

And one time I sang the ABC song. And he fell in love with it. He requests it all the time.

So, I sang the ABC song before his nap. When I finished, I heard him say (as he was snuggled under his blanket) “abcb abcb!” That’s code for MORE ABC SONG NOW.

I started singing again.

“ABCD…”

And then I heard him chant “abcb…”

“EFG…”

“eee…”

“HIJK…”

“eye eye kk…”

“LMNOP…”

“elephant pee…” (I SWEAR!)

“QRS…”

“…S…”

“TUV…”

“UB…”

“WX…”

“double dew…”

“Y and Z.”

“zeeeeee.”

I think it’s safe to say that while Drew is sick right now, he’s providing me a LARGE amount of entertainment.

20 months old.

Saturday, December 6th, 2008

baby it’s cold outside.

Tuesday, November 25th, 2008

Drew and I are both sick right now. Really bad colds and horrid coughing. I’m hoping we will be over it before tomorrow night when my parents arrive.

Yesterday evening Daniel and I were planning on watching Chuck (please don’t tell me how it turned out!) but even though I had already tucked Drew in for the night he kept wiggling about (even while sick) and we could hear him shaking his entire crib. He stands at one and scrunches down a little and then slams his bottom into the side of the crib and says WHEEEE! So, we scooted upstairs to play with him so he could get some energy out. We thought we’d be back to watch Chuck before it started.

But playing with Drew turned into an all out FUN WAR. So, we missed Chuck. But the Fun War was wiggly! Drew hid in his closet and Daniel and I sat on the floor in the room repeatedly asking each other “Um, so where is DREW? Seriously, like, WHERE IS DREW?” And then suddenly Drew would swish the curtain in front of his closet aside and squeak out a little “peeeeek!”

At one point Daniel asked me, “so, is this what you do all day long? Just roughhouse on the floor and play and giggle?”

Um. Yes. Is that a problem?

Drew also likes to hide under his crib. I finally put the bed skirt on it and that has made it even more fun. He scoots underneath and plays with a few toys and then eventually pokes his head out from the bed skirt and shouts “BOOOOO!”

At one point last night, all three of us had our heads underneath his crib. It was really odd but funny. I’m sure Drew was a little freaked out. I mean, he can fit his entire self underneath the crib but Mommy and Daddy just had their HEADS floating there.

We finally crashed and went to sleep. I remember Daniel trying to say something to me before we went to bed but I went into I’m-a-zombie-leave-me-alone sleep mode where in three seconds I take all my clothes off, sometimes remember to put my pajamas on, and fall into my pillow with a “gooooooniiit dannnnnl.” I’m completely asleep within 5 seconds.

And then our roles are reversed in the morning.

I wake up and I feel happy and wiggly and OH IT IS TUESDAY HELLO TUESDAY! Daniel, meanwhile, is hiding underneath his pillow and it takes me forty-five minutes just to get him to open one eye.

Drew and I still seem to be feeling sickly this morning and now I’m second guessing whether I should rake leaves today. With this cold weather and potential snow sprinkles, I’m guessing my cold will not get better if I inhale cold air for awhile. But I really don’t want lumpy leaves underneath the snow. If we get some.

Meh. I feel so sick. So I may wait.

But I must away now because I have clothes to fold and a kitchen to sweep and a tiny little boy who is dashing about carrying two orange gourds and shouting “PUNKIN!” I don’t have the heart to tell him they aren’t pumpkins.