As I was putting the 3yo to bed, he told me, “I don’t need pants, because I have this long shirt. It turns me into a squid. Again. I have four long shirts that turn me into a squid.”
Our 3yo has been talking about “his friends” often lately. His friends do basically everything he thinks is cool.
Today, we learned the name of at least one of his friends: Jumpy Pants.
Apparently, Jumpy Pants makes double layered sandwiches.
Also, Jumpy Pants has a trampoline. And it is not broken and has no holes in it and the zipper works.
Jumpy Pants has a pretty great life.
My wife and 3yo were drawing together, and my wife drew this picture.
3yo: “What is that?”
Wife: “Well, it was going to be a frog.”
3yo: “And then what happened?”
My wife made up a color matching game which our 3yo loved.
Our 22mo girl started playing and put things wherever. My wife said, “Good job! You’re doing it.”
The 3yo got right up in her face. “No. You are not doing well.”
Then she got mad and trashed the game.
My wife and I had lunch today at Maria Bonita, a delightful Mexican restaurant in a strip mall. We were on the way home from my therapy appointment and stopped to eat and chat.
This time, when I caught myself, I decided I would write something instead. This is still a distraction of a sort, but a productive one. I always feel better after creating something, and often feel empty after mindlessly consuming.
It won’t always work to do a judo move on my brain and convert the distraction-seeking energy into motivation to produce, but I’m glad it did this time.
7yo: “The best tasting foods in the world are pizza, and watermelon, and broccoli. I love broccoli. Oh, and, um, shrimp. I really love shrimp.”