Mom-E’s Diary
Diary of a Spirited Child Mom: Story Time with a Preschooler
One of the many articles I have read about getting a preschooler to go to sleep said that sometimes you just have to let them talk for awhile before they go to bed. It helps them process their day and get it all out of their systems before they sleep. So, now Edison tells a story before bed.
These are not Pulitzer Prize winning stories. They are generally just long ramblings about sharks or trains or whatever. Half the time, you can’t even understand what he is saying because he is so into it. Sometimes he makes himself laugh which makes me laugh and that just encourages him more.
So, last night, he is telling me a story. It had something to do with a train that turned into a rocket, but it also involved unrelated things like cake.
Suddenly he stopped and said, “Oh wait! I can’t remember what that word is called. It’s like ‘L…A…Q…’” (It always cracks me up when he tries to spell things with random letters.)
Then, he threw his little arms up in the air and said, “I don’t know. I’m gonna have to look it up in the morning on Daddy’s iPad.”
Made me smile. 
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No more Halloween treats before bed…
My son has been laying in his bed, singing his ABC’s and counting, for about 45 minutes straight. I think it was that last bite of Almond Joy that did it.
He ate a great dinner, traced his ABC’s, and put on his PJ’s without much fuss. How could I refuse him just one of those teeny tiny little treats in the sand pail that he used for Trick-or-Treat…Plus, I felt it was my duty as a good parent to help him explore his sense of taste. (Oh, the things we do for science.)
I knew better. But, it happens just once a year (OK…Maybe a little more than that…) Besides, I get a nice little serenade and he goes to sleep smiling. “You go, Little Man! You sing those ABC’s.”
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Aren’t You Cool…You Hacked a Mommy Blog
For the second time in 30 days, Wildedisons.com was hacked. They changed my home page to a file with a generic hate message and a picture of a girl that they could never date without paying.
It wasn’t directed at me. It was just some script that someone wrote to target old versions of WordPress. They call it tagging, and it is the internet equivalent of spray painting a picture of a male body part on a school building. It is common and usually harmless, but boy is it annoying.
Now, if I had an online bank and they hacked in to get account numbers, that would be different. If I had some website which I bragged was unhackable, then I would understand some tagger going in and knocking me off my high-horse. If I was a member of a rival hacker gang or I had a hate blog or I had said something awful about their sister, then…cool…I get it.
But really…This is a Mommy Blog.
Years ago, some kids broke windows in every car along my street. I was furious, but it wasn’t just because I had to replace my window. It was just so pointless. Honestly, I would have preferred that they stole my car stereo or something. I would still be upset, but at least I could understand. (Although, now that I think about it, I still wouldn’t have understood because my stereo wasn’t worth stealing. But, you get the point…)
Senseless destruction. So pointless. Grrrr…Clearly, if I hadn’t carved out enough time to upgrade my WordPress installation, I don’t have enough time to deal with their graffiti.
So…Congratulations, you sorry excuse for a human. You managed to hack a Mommy blog. What’s next on your list? Stealing candy from a special needs child?
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Diary of a Spirited Toddler Mom: Yoga Instruction from a Toddler
While playing with his trains this morning, my son suddenly stopped, stood up, and put his hands together over his head. He said, “1…2…3…” I know his school incorporates yoga into their toddler curriculum, so I said, “are you doing mountain pose?” He nodded.
Then, he got down on the floor on his belly and said, “snake.” I figured it couldn’t hurt, so I got down on the floor with him. Apparently, I wasn’t doing it right because Little Man felt the need to correct my pose. After my snake pose was up to par, he counted to 3 and moved on to the next pose. It was too cute.
Yoga is so great for toddlers. It helps my son relax, work on his gross motor skills, and follow instructions. Let’s not forget the counting part.
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Diary of a Spirited Toddler Mom: A Born Leader
When I pick my son up from school, I always spy on him from a viewing window to see what he is up to. The teacher was with some of the kids picking out toys, and I heard her say that snack time was over.
Two little toddlers were still at the table eating. My son was standing watching them. After a moment, he made the sign language sign for “all done”.
The two toddlers hurried up and finished. After they cleaned up their plates, my son patted each one on the back and nodded. It was as if he was saying, “Thank you for listening. Good job. Now, you can go play.”
For some reason, I was so proud to be his mommy. He wasn’t bossy. He wasn’t being the teacher’s pet. He was just making sure things kept moving along.
