September 8th, 2008

I have no idea what day it is, but today, the mailman rang the doorbell and left a package on my front porch.  I was attempting to nurse my little monkey, and my three year old decided he wanted to get the door, to which I vehemently objected, to which he belligerently disobeyed.  Oh, it’s so exasperating, trying to teach one this age why he can’t do certain things like answer the front door.  By himself.

But look at the goodness that arrived!  A gift from MsCellania!  Soft, warm fuzzies for both of my boys, so that BB wouldn’t feel left out.  And look at the adorable monkey fabrics, that are perfect for my new little monkey!

Thank you!!  I haven’t even told BB that the big race car blankie is for him — he’s still working on finishing his breakfast.  Yes, it’s 8:30 p.m.  He asked for a peanut butter and jam sandwich this morning, then ate about three bites and commenced a full day of play and mischief.  I bagged the sandwich and let it be known that that would be lunch, and if it didn’t get eaten then, it would be dinner.  So.  Dinner it is.  When he finishes, I’ll give him the blanket, and he will be delighted.  🙂

Thank you so much, M!!

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3 Responses to “love from out there”

Stomper Girl Says:

I think Miscellania chose well!

Is it so bad that he opens the door? My younger one is mad to do it, and if you’re sitting nursing he may as well help?

sueeeus Says:

Helping is good, and if I could be there to supervise it would be fine, but if I’m otherwise indisposed and can’t get up, then the main issue is not talking to strangers. Probably I’m too paranoid. But I just don’t want him opening doors to the great outside when I don’t have a watchful eye on him.

MsCellania Says:

I hope the boys enjoy them for years to come. We use the metre-square flannels at the movies, in the car, on airplanes, and to wrap up their stuffed loveys on occasion. Still. After 7 and 8 years, who’da thunk?!
I still don’t let my sons open the door (Whacko neighbor) so I get that you don’t like that BB does.