Liralen Li (liralen) wrote,
Liralen Li

It's Always Sunday

John sang, "No shirt, no shoes, no service!"

Jet picked up and caroled, "No service! No service! No service!"

We were at the Rec. Center last night. During the day, Jet had been at Brenda's all day and did great there. He ate a scrambled egg! And a pickle. But he refused peanuts, fruit, and a sandwich. He wanted to stay when I picked him up. He'd only gotten a twenty minute nap, though, and it showed after a really active time at the Rec. Center.

During dinner he insisted that John hold him the whole time, and he kept falling asleep on John's shoulder. When the food came, he inhaled a huge amount of noodles and soup and then fell asleep on my shoulder. He had mild night terrors (luckily both new neighbors have had them in their toddlers before this, so we had a good idea what to do about it), and then went back to sleep, some what fitfully to start. I stayed with him until he settled, and he slept in until 6 this morning.

Better than 5:30 a.m. "Daddy/Mommy! It's SUNDAY! Time to get up!"

Every day is Sunday. When it's sunny out, it's Sunday and time to Get Up.

He still calls both John and I, interchangably, by Mommy/Daddy or Daddy/Mommy. He just uses both now, when we both objected to being called by the other. Little kid shorthand, I guess.
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