To parent successfully, one must be both teacher and student.
Here is what I’ve learned from my children this past week. Note: This is an abridged version.
Dialing 911 even in the middle of sequence still calls 911.
Guess which 16-month-old doesn’t get to play with the phone anymore?
Personal aside to the weary but kind 911 operator who called me back two separate times to make sure I was really OK: Bless you. And yes, I'd tell you if something was wrong.
I have boogers hidden all over my house.
This lesson comes courtesy of my seven-year-old daughter, who recently picked up (ahem) the habit of picking her nose. When I asked her how she might cope with a successful digging expedition, she replied with startling nonchalance, “Oh, if I get boogers, I just hide them somewhere you can’t find them. I’ve got boogers hidden all over the house.”
Good to know.
Blueberries make a great snack for toddlers.
I never tried them out on my older two kids, thinking their little palates wouldn’t approve. But Teyla eats them like they are candy.
Blueberries make for some dark diapers.
Black as the blackest midnight on a stormy night.
It’s possible to be full of dinner yet still have room for dessert.
This is a lesson I should have learned when I was a child, seeing as I used it on my parents all the time. I clearly remember picturing my stomach as a large bag with pockets lining the inside; each pocket was labeled with the food it was designed to contain. Thus, I could be full of chicken but not full of ice cream.
Apparently, I passed on that freaky stomach to my children.
I am more refreshed after my children nap than after I nap.
My 16-month-old took a three-hour nap today. I cleaned my whole house, started the laundry, watered the plants and sewed up a hole in one of Natalie’s stuffed horses. Apparently, the Nap Fairy also carries some mini-Martha Stewart dust in her pouch.
Whole milk + sippy cup + day at the beach = sippy cup in the garbage.
Memorial Day indeed. The smell alone will ensure it stays with me forever.
Luke Skywalker has a brother.
My five-year-old son insists this is true. Also? Indiana Jones is his father.
Harrison Ford gets around, apparently.
What did you learn this week?
You can find more life lessons about boogers and the familal lines of Lego minifigures at Kelly's personal blog, Love Well.