No Sunlight
September 28th, 2010
Sam’s lesson for today was that sometimes you’re the grass, sometimes you’re the lawnmower, and I think it’s safe to say that she’s identifying with tiny green shoots getting relentlessly shredded, over and over again, by a series of rather sharp blades.
When I went to get her from her crib this morning, I staggered and clonked her head on the doorjamb, kicking off a series of injured wails. She slept late (8 a.m., and it’s becoming the norm lately, and no, I don’t know what to do with this other than weep from abject joy), which meant we were already running behind for our 9 a.m. class, so I shoved a granola bar in her pie hole and dragged her in morning rush-hour traffic for a class that was indoors instead of out and … kind of sucky.
Truth be told, she spent the majority of it on the sidelines eating her Pirate’s Booty, probably because she lacked a proper breakfast, but more likely because the instructors were so far off their game she was in the mood to do anything but participate. Although frankly if you were an instructor of a bunch of 18-24 month-olds, would you put a bunch of toys — say, hula hoops — in front of them and then LECTURE THEM ON WHAT TO DO WITH THEM BEFORE LETTING THEM PLAY? And then giving them a stern talking-to when they picked up the hula hoops? If you would, then you don’t know toddlers, is all I’m saying. They lack, um, impulse control, to put it mildly. For chrissake, they can barely resist sharp KNIVES, you think they’re going to wait for HULA HOOPS?
Anyway, the rest of the day was uneventful except that she clonked her head on the coffee table so hard she has a corner-shaped indent, only to fall off the couch face-first a mere hour later, jamming her legs underneath the coffee table and requiring rescue. And an hour after THAT, she bashed her head YET AGAIN when Sunny climbed on top of her to snake her cheese stick, and if I were her, I’d have buried my face in a feedbag of Ho Hos and a bottle of wine, but alas, she doesn’t have that option and the best I could do was offer her a slice of watermelon to soothe her bruised ego.
This sucks. Anyone got a G&T? I like Tanqueray.
Tomorrow’s a better day, kid.
*Death Cab for Cutie
PS, the Book Lushes next book is The Book Thief!
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1. Ruby | September 28th, 2010 at 9:52 pm
Mommie,
It’s Ruby (the twin with-in). All I can say is OUCH!!! OUCH!!! OUCH!!! and OUCH!!!! As far as Sam not wanting to participate, she told me that she just “wasn’t in the mood.” Sam also said to me, “You know Ruby(my twin with-in) I think Mommie should consider a glass< not the whole bottle of that wine for herself, at the end of a day like we had today. She deserves it."
We love you,
Sam and Ruby(the twin with-in
2. Jen | September 29th, 2010 at 7:37 am
Jonna, that HAIR! Those ponytails! She may be pissed, but hell if she isn’t cute as all get out! Avery and I are jealous over here – Avery of Sam’s full head of hair (we have BALD SPOTS, I swear) and me of the regular 8am wakeups.
Is that the $5 kitchen I spy in the background? SWEET.
3. Marie Green | September 29th, 2010 at 9:24 am
I’m going to join the masses and say that your kid! Looks like she’s THREE! I know people tell you this all the time, and there’s a reason- it’s true! Also, way to go on the killer pigtails. Not an easy feat, I happen to know.
(She’s absolutely adorable, even when pissed off.)
Also, the Ruby stuff is really great. Did you have a twin-within as a baby too?
4. Life of a Doctor's Wife | September 29th, 2010 at 10:32 am
Oh my that FACE! So cute, even in despair. Poor little gal… Hopefully today is better.
5. Artemisia | September 29th, 2010 at 1:03 pm
Poor thing! At least she was rocking an outstanding hairdo throughout her day. Tuesdays are always the WORST.
6. Debbie in the UK | September 29th, 2010 at 1:40 pm
Oh my goodness, look at all her hair !!
She is gorgeous !!!
xxx
7. Li | September 29th, 2010 at 2:26 pm
Sam = gorgeous. no two ways about it! And the ‘tude — too fabulous! Poor little thing — those head banger days are the worst. (but please, what is your 8 am wake up secret????)
And the hula hoops. For the love of all that is holy, why? WHY? Why do they insist on dangling those hula hoops in front of the kids and then trying to get them to follow directions and listen to a soliloquy on what we’re going to do with the hula hoops? I’ll tell you what my kid wants to do with the hula hoop — grab three of them and run around the gym singing and shrieking and doing everything but your silly organized activity.+
8. ABDPBT | September 29th, 2010 at 3:10 pm
You have GOT to love that face she is making. HAH! When I would take Mini to My Gym, they always would do that with the stuff, sit down and talk about the exercise, and the parents would be like, “who are these jackasses?” I mean, honestly. That’s why I knew this crunchy granola preschool was the right one to go with, because even if they are a little touchy feel-y they are very into the whole, let them go where they want, participate in whatever activity whenever they want kind of thing.
9. page | September 29th, 2010 at 10:59 pm
dear lord, could she BE any cuter? hope your little punching bag has a better tomorrow!
10. Christine | September 30th, 2010 at 11:29 am
Oh poor poor Sam. If it is any consolation, she looks adorable even when miserable, and it does great things for her hair: pigtail puffs! I die from the cute.
11. Wendy | September 30th, 2010 at 10:10 pm
She may have had a crappy day but her hair is just delightful.
12. Accidents | October 2nd, 2010 at 7:23 pm
Ruby is rather insightful, isn’t she.
I cannot believe that look from Sam. I also can’t believe what you manage to get on film. Henry has apparently never been desensitized to the camera, so nearly every picture I take of him is a blur of his face coming straight at the lens, or his open mouth as he still, STILL, at 19 months, tries to put the camera in his mouth.
I hit Hank’s head in the doorway more often than I can admit in a semi-permanent medium. It started his first week of life, and it will likely continue as long as he is allowed to remain in my care.
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