September 21, 2005
random Charlieness
Charlie has been feeling a little ambivalent about school lately. He will cry halfheartedly at breakfast, until he realizes that Henry is ALSO going to school (and thus that he will not be missing anything at home); when we get to his classroom, he insists that I carry him in, and then attaches himself to my leg (there’s a bit in The Nanny Diaries about the ’spatula’ move that all the mommies use to scrape the child off their $400.00 wool trousers and deposit him on the nanny. I need to get the book out again and see if I can practice that–). Of course, his teachers are busy chatting with the mommies of the children who do NOT need to be physically removed from their parents (it is ALWAYS the mommies who hang out and visit–the daddies, so very wisely, drop and run). So EVERY SINGLE DAY I am left saying, ‘It’s okay, Charlie, you’ll have a great time! Look, no one is playing with the castle! Hey, maybe one of these friends wants to play!’ all the while wondering how long it will take a teacher to notice that I AM STILL HERE and that I have a three-year-old wrapped around my thigh. Ugh.
Last week, as I pulled in to the parking lot at Charlie’s school, he announced quite clearly, ‘You are NOT leaving me here.’
But I did! Ha ha! And, by his own accounting, he had a great day.
In other Charlie news, we are making no headway whatsoever on the potty training. But he has learned to blow his nose, which is huge since, like his brother, he is allergic to EVERYTHING that grows in our yard. And it’s not really true to say that we are making NO headway with the potty; it’s just going
V E R Y S L O W L Y. And it is still very messy.
Yesterday morning, Charlie said to Wade, as he does every morning, ‘Daddy, are you going to work today?’
‘Yes, buddy, I am.’
‘And is Henry going to school?’
‘Yes, he is.’
‘But I’m NOT going to school.’ (This was true; he only goes on Monday and Thursday.)
I asked him, ‘Are you going to work?’
‘Nooo!’ he said laughing.
‘Don’t you have a job?’ I said.
‘Nooo!’ Then he thought about it. ‘I DO have a job! My job is to use the potty!’
Apparently his mommy is not the only one around here trying to get fired.
Posted by Susan @ 10:05 am • Uncategorized
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September 21st, 2005 at 11:09 am, Jenorama Says:
Hahahahaha, that was great!
September 21st, 2005 at 11:20 am, Candace Says:
What a smart boy!
September 21st, 2005 at 1:34 pm, Matthew Says:
I love wearing my Krispy Kreme donut hat too!
(But for some reason other adults give me funny looks.)
September 21st, 2005 at 2:48 pm, MIM Says:
Great last line, Susan!
We’re going to start potty training Tod-lar soon. I don’t know how I’m going to handle the inevitable messes. I already mini-barf everytime I change a poopy diaper.
September 21st, 2005 at 2:56 pm, Homestead Says:
I think I love your table.
And I know I dread potty training. Right now Sweet Boy likes to just sit on the potty and look at an elk magazine. I’m not even kidding. Daddy’s boy.
September 21st, 2005 at 3:33 pm, adria Says:
This is great. I love the Krispy Creme hat, but where are the donuts?
September 21st, 2005 at 3:48 pm, Susan Says:
What I have learned this week about potty training: if you are going to use, say, M&Ms as an ‘incentive’, DO NOT start eating them yourself. (Damn you, Misfit Hausfrau.)
Not that I did. I’m just saying.
September 21st, 2005 at 5:35 pm, Misfit Hausfrau Says:
I hear ya Susan–Four for Her, Twelve for MEEEEEE!
Frankly, I deserve it–as do you.
September 21st, 2005 at 7:56 pm, Susan Says:
Yes, I draw the line at twelve. Yes.
(That would be twelve each time we go POTTY, or twelve each time I walk near the container? Just wondering.)
September 22nd, 2005 at 9:27 am, Homestead Says:
I thought the m&m’s you took for yourself were just mommy tzx. Doesn’t everybody in the family have to pay mommy tax?
September 22nd, 2005 at 1:14 pm, Mary P. Says:
That’s be twelve every time he uses the potty, and 25 every time he makes a mess for you to clean up. It can be your up-side. OH! Sudden flash of inspiration: Tell him every time he messes outside the potty, you get to eat all the M&M’s!!!
September 22nd, 2005 at 1:58 pm, Susan Says:
Too late, Mary P–I ate them all this morning while I was watching hurricane coverage. Stupid natural disasters (I mean both the hurricane AND the potty training).