Shopping with Munchkin

Me: Munchkin, sit down in the cart.

Me: Sit down.

Me: Sit DOWN.

Munchkin: I want to get Santa Claus a present.

Every Person in Target: *stares daggers at me*

Holiday Cards

Me:  I ordered the cheapest set of holiday cards.  I can’t remember the last year I sent holiday cards.  I only have 25 of them.  I hope I have enough.

Brain:  You ordered the obnoxious “Look at My Child” photo card.

Me:  But my child is so cute!

Brain:  And do you really think you know 25 people who would want to get a card from you?

Me: Most people have hundreds of people on their holiday card list.

Brain:  Mmm-hmm.  How many addresses do you have on your list?

Me: I just jotted down 15 addresses.  That only leaves me 10 cards left.

Brain:  Don’t think I don’t see the pediatrician and day care on that list.

Me:  I want them to like us.

Brain:  So, what are you going to do with the last 10 cards?

Me: I should keep one, so technically it is only 9 cards.

Brain: Fine.  What are you going to do with the last 9 cards.

Me:  Ummmm….

Brain:  In case you ever start feeling good about yourself, please remember this moment.  You are so pathetic you can’t find 25 people to send holiday cards to.

Me:  It’s the most wonderful time of the year?

Brain: Not for you.  There is no wonderful time of the year for you.

 

If you can’t say anything nice…

Brain: Brilliant. Great job.

Me: I got the flipping piece of exercise equipment put together didn’t I?

Brain: The instructions say a single person can put it together in 15 minutes.

Me: They exaggerate those things!

Brain: And it took you how long…?

Me: I don’t want to talk about.

Brain: I wonder if that fingernail is going to turn black.

Me: Why can’t you ever think anything nice about me?

Brain: You can grow very long eyebrow hair.

Me: …

Brain: It is amazing, given how short and stubby your eye lashes are and how limp and flat your hair is. You grow long, silky eyebrow hair. Not bushy, just long.

Me: This is the best thing you can say to me?

Brain: I also like how the hairs manage to hold their shape. You sleep on the left side of your face and you wake up with those hairs sticking straight up. And nothing you can do will make them lie down again. They have tenacity.

Me: Maybe you shouldn’t try to compliment me.

Brain: Do you know what else I like?

Me: Please don’t —

Brain: You have uninteresting earlobes.

Migraines and Munchkin

Me: Munchkin, Mommy’s head hurts.

Munchkin: Again?

Brain: You should die! You are a terrible parent! That poor, disappointed child!

Me: Yes, Baby. Come get mommy when the timer goes off. Mommy has to lie down.

Munchkin: No!

Me: No?

Munchkin: I’m going to kiss your owie head and lie down with you.

Brain: You don’t deserve her!

Me: I know!!!

Something I did worked!

Deciding I was hungry, I decided to experiment with the pressure cooker. It actually worked. I can only assume hell has frozen over.

Sauteed a chicken breast in chili oil. Added a half cup of frozen Pineapple-Orange juice. Added a cup of rice. A cup of Chicken Broth. Set to high pressure for 20 minutes. Released. Made a slurry with a little liquid and a teaspoon of corn starch. Stirred it all up. OMG.

I did something that worked!

Help! My daughter’s an extrovert!

I am not going to survive the holidays. I nearly didn’t survive our vacation. Not only is Munchkin an extrovert, but she loves people. I have come to realize those are two different things.

On our cruise, we boarded the ship in Vancouver. The next day, we put into port in Seattle. Munchkin and I ducked into a McDonald’s to get her a juice box. As I struggled with the straw, I heard someone call Munchkin’s name. I looked up to see three crew members waiving excitedly at my daughter.

As the cruise progressed, her social interactions became exponentially complicated. One morning, it took 23 minutes to walk past the pool on the Lido deck. I know, because I timed it.

Now the holidays are here. People are social. Munchkin is social. I am exhausted just thinking about it. Maybe it is time to become an alcoholic…

Nightmares

Munchkin: I am so scared!

Me: Why are you scared, baby?

Munchkin: I had a bad dream.

Me: Dreams can be scary sometimes.

Munchkin: I don’t want to go to sleep!

Me: Are you afraid of having the dream again?

Munchkin: Yes!

Me: Love, if you have a bad dream, you come get Mommy, Okay?

Munchkin: But I don’t want them to get me! I’m scared.

Me: Who are you afraid will get you?

Munchkin: The penguins!!!!!

Lies about Hilo

  1. It is rainy. 
  2. It is fairly cool.
  3. I never saw a single bug. 
  4. You can walk to town. 
  5. The farmer’s market has great deals. 
  6. If it stops raining, there is a breeze. 

Things I learned by 6:00am

Traveling with a toddler is an interesting experience. I learned a lot before boarding the plane at 6:00am. 

1.  YOU NEED A VISA TO TRAVEL TO CANADA!!!! 

2.  Everyone in line behind us at the ticket counter is going to wait, because Munchkin is going to climb across the luggage scale and demand a hug from each of the five people working the counter. This will prompt them to stop working and congregate around Munchkin with adoration. 

3. No matter how many times You explain that luggage has to go in the airplane’s trunk, when they take the luggage away, trauma will ensue. Catching Munchkin when she lunges across the luggage scales and tries to rescue the luggage as it disappears on the conveyor belt takes three adults. 

4. When a three-year old wants to see the plane out the window, the grown man sleeping in front of the window makes a useful step stool.