Monday, February 18, 2013

When all else fails, blame it on Santa

There are all sorts of mile stones in a persons life.  Pookie has just hit a new one.  Around this age, kids start telling fibs.  At two, kids can't distinguish between fantasy and reality.  On the flip side, this means his imagination is working.  

Pookie has been a little more cantankerous the past couple of days.  Our schedules are all out of whack, which tends to wreak havoc.  The other day I was getting my list together to go grocery shopping.  Mind you, I am also getting breakfast together and really, I'm not awake yet at this point.  I have the freezer open to check to see what I need more of and Pookie decides to grab the bag of frozen corn.  Not only does he grab the bag, but he pulls the clip off the top.  Then he proceeds to drop the bag.  Before I can stop him he picks up the bag of corn from the wrong end and corn goes everywhere.  Erg.  I make a noise of frustration and Pookie heads for the hills.  I manage to get the frozen corn out of the freezer and swept up off the floor.  I have a feeling that I am going to be finding corn kernels in random spots in my freezer for the next several months.  At this point the toast is definitely on the toasty end and I take a couple of gulps of my now cold coffee trying to wake myself up a little more before going to talk with Pookie.

Pookie has very wisely set up camp in a corner of his room.  He is looking very ashamed of himself.  I picked him up and we sat down on the glider and I asked him what happened.  To which he responded "Saanta Claws dop con" (aka Santa Claus dropped the corn).  Hum, I don't think Santa was in the building, I think that Pookie dropped the corn.  Pookie continued to insist that Santa was the one who did it.  I gently told him that I saw Pookie drop it, that it was an accident and accidents happen.  I then told him that he needed to say 'sorry' for dropping the corn.  He really wasn't having any of that, however I asked him if he was sorry that it dropped and he said yes.  Really, I kind of like Pookie's tactic, just blame it on Santa Claus. 

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Favorite parent

Pookie has been going through a stage where he is glued to my side.  Rob's been feeling a little bit left out.  Then the Blizzard of '13 hit and Rob was gone from mid day on Friday and got back home in the afternoon on Sunday.  Rob did manage to stop by the house twice 50-ish hours that he was out.  But really, the time that Rob was home, he was asleep for most of it.  We're talking at total of 5 hours at home over the course of two days.  Pookie really missed his Dada and boy, did I know it!  For the most part Pookie is a good kid.  He's active, but he will listen to what I am telling him.  Over the the span of the blizzard, Pookie had one issue after another.  He was not a happy little camper. 

Then Rob came home.  Pookie was ecstatic to see his Dada.  I was telling Rob how Pookie kept having issues over the weekend and I mentioned that Pookie really missed him.  Rob was a little surprised that Pookie missed him so much.  Seeing as he's been having such a Mama's boy streak going on.  However, Rob was relieved and happy that Pookie missed him.  Nothing like a little validation that even though Pookie is going though a clingy stage with one of us, he still loves both of us. 


On a side note, it was really funny to watch Pookie's reaction to the amount of snow that we got.  We got about 30" here, plus the drifts.  We had to get a front end loader to clear our driveway.  Pookie was ecstatic about the 'Big Truck'!  I did manage to get Pookie out in the snow.  At first he wanted nothing to do with going outside.  But once we got out he had a lot of fun helping me shovel the walkways.