Funny Friday #3 – Determination Part 3 (DeTrois)

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The plot thickens. BigBubs is on his way to dreamland and O'henry is either enamored with the big truck belonging to the over-compensating date or the canoodling neighbor girl outside his window.

O'henry: Uh (that truck is interesting, I think I'll watch shorty with the big diesel truck awkwardly tell his date good night.)

Me: Get back in bed, now I'm going to sit here at the end of your bed and meditate because you're not going to sleep with me laying on the blanket next to you.

O'henry: Uh (I'm going to try to fall asleep in your lap again tonight, never mind, I'm too wiggly even though this was my idea to drag you up to my bed. I'll go back to my pillow.)

BigBubs: Are you staying until he's asleep?

Me:........Good Night, I Love you, BigBubs.

BigBubs: You'll leave my door open?

Me……..Good Night, BigBubs.

Me: Sa Ta Na Ma (In my head while breathing in and out enjoying the quiet until my finger is yanked again)

O'henry: Uh (I really want you to cuddle me in bed tonight.)

Me: Fine, I give up (crawling under the blanket and putting my arm around him.)

O'henry: Do Do Do (said in a sing song manner meaning he wants a lullaby.)

Me: Singing the lullaby tune I made up just for him.

O'henry: Snore

Really, is that all you wanted. You weren't going to give up until you got what you wanted? You determined little boy. Parenting dilemma: "How to foster and direct this very good attribute positively without going crazy in the mean time."

Fine (That's Fee-Nay as in French for "End")

P.S. There wasn't any more TV for Dad at this point because it was past my bedtime.

Funny Friday #2 – Determination Part 2 (Deux)

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Five minutes after getting the milk and after I had rewound (does that even apply anymore to electronic streaming media) my TV show so I could see what I missed, my finger is again assaulted.

Me: I just got you milk, what do you want now?

O'henry: Uh (come on, followed by very insistent pulling)

Me: Okay, what do you want?

Now I'm getting pulled up the stairs, so I pick him up to speed up this process. At the top of the stairs there's a choice. Right, means he wants to cuddle in Mom and Dad's bed which is only half-heartedly discouraged only because he likes to take up the whole be should we all fall asleep without taking him to his room. Or he could go left to his bed. And the choice is........Left......wow this is a surprise. You always want to go right, but tonight it's left. Wait, you want to go to bed? You're telling me it's time to put you in bed? What child ever wants to go to bed? Is it because we sent your brother to bed already and you are bored? I should just stop asking myself questions and accept this mighty miracle. Wait, this means you want me to lay with you because that's the only way we can get you to stay in your bed. But I left the TV show going.

Me: BigBubs, will you go down and pause my TV show?

BigBubs: No, I'm already in bed asleep.

Me: You're not asleep yet and this means you get to stay up later (if only for 60 seconds)

BigBubs: No, I'm tired.

Me: Please, Please, Please, Please (yes I know I sound like a five year old at this point.)

BigBubs: Fine if you make sure O'henry goes to sleep so he won't climb in my bed (which really has never happened. O'henry just toddles across the hall and climbs in bed with us.)

Me: That's the plan

BigBubs heads down and pauses the TV and comes up for another hug and kiss before bed. O'henry has now climbed into bed and is patting the spot beside him. I've been trying to wean him off the whole 'hold me to make me go to sleep' thing. Instead I have been slowly migrating away by sitting at the end of his bed and meditating. I did that the night before and he fell asleep cradled in my lap so you can see how successful this has been.

O'henry: Uh (get up here)

Me: Okay, I'll lay by you but on top of the blankets

O'henry: Na Na (Night, Night) La Loo (Love You), Uh (okay if you must but I still won't like it.)

BigBubs: Are you going to stay with him until he falls asleep I don't want him to crawl into my bed.

Me: If you would be quiet he would go to sleep.

O'henry: Uh (I'm going to crawl up and look through the blinds at the big noisy truck one of the single girls that lives next door was being brought home in by her short, over-compensating date. But they were back by ten since it was a school night even though they are both twenty somethings. It must not have been a very good date. She didn't have a smile on her face and opened her own door before he could make the trek around that massive truck. But he did walk her to the door.)

Me: O'henry get back under the blanket.

O'henry: Na Na (I just like it when you think it's cute how I say night night.)

BigBubs: Is that how he says good night?

Me: Yes, you know this already, so please be quiet and he will go to sleep.

BigBubs: Are you staying until he's asleep?

Me: Yes! Good Night, I Love You! (In my head, "Please be quiet now.)

BigBubs: Are you going to leave the doors open, I get scared when you leave the doors closed.

Me: Yes, now shhhhhhh.

BigBubs: Some mumbled unintelligible question. (Well actually it was only unintelligible because I was laying on my good ear and couldn't hear much out of my bad ear.)

Me: Good night son.

The saga has not ended yet, stay tuned for part trois (No I have any idea why I'm using French numbers for these posts.)

Image credit - Fotofly

Funny Friday #1 – Determination Part 1 (Un)

So O'henry is a little boy that knows exactly what he wants, always. At 16 months, he just can't always figure out a way to tell you, but that doesn't stop him from trying. Case in point, I was sitting on the couch enjoying a new episode of Stargate Atlantis (yes, I'm a nerd that's behind the times since that was cancelled years ago.) when O'henry comes up and grabs my hand. We actually it was my finger, but he can hold on pretty tight. He yanks me off the couch, which surprises me because he is only 25 lbs and I'm somewhere north of 250 lbs. So maybe it was his will that yanks me off the couch, because he is so insistent. I always try to encourage him when he finds ways of expressing his wants.

Led by the hand (finger actually), I am dragged into the kitchen where he points and grunts at the cupboard. He's thirsty and wants a drink. The conversation goes like this with translations:

Me: You want some milk?

O'henry: Uh (Grunted Yes)

Me: Let go of my finger so I can get a cup out of the cupboard (followed by me trying to wrest my poor pointer finger out of his iron fisted grip because he is so proud that Daddy got off his duff to get him a drink.)

O'henry: Uh (Hurry I'm thirsty)

Me: (Opening the fridge) Is milk okay? (because he has been a little off milk lately, but at 9:30pm it was either that or water and he likes plain water even less. Just like his mother.)

O'henry: Uh (I'm being patient now, but get that milk in the glass before I freak.)

Me: Here's your milk.

O'henry: Tay (thanks)

Me: Okay let Daddy get back to his outdated Sci-Fi TV show. (Don't laugh, I also enjoy Buck Rogers and the old Dr. Who.)

Check back next Friday for part 2 (Deux)