My Thursday

My Three Year Old Friend came over Thursday. She spent the day with me.

We had lunch - popcorn with cinnamon, cottage cheese, and an apple.

We colored - Clifford the Big Red Dog and bunnies, eggs and flowers.

We played with play dough - we made cookies - and used 'tools'.

We watched the scary Veggie Tales video - over and over and over.

We had a tea party. With water. Lots of water.

We went to my 'work' - played the piano, the keyboard, the drums. She danced, sang and told stories on the stage. There was a puppet there, but, she works alone.

She pitched a fit. I recognized it immediately as an 'I need a nap' fit. So, we went out to the parking lot and screamed at the top of her lungs.

She washed her hands. In the toilet.

Tried putting her to bed. This was easy when she was younger. She LOVED to take naps, and would actually ask to. BaBa'? She would say...and off she would go with Baba'. Not so anymore. She jumped on the bed. I told her how Youngest Son broke his arm jumping on a bed (well, sort of...he had help from Daughter). She became fascinated with the story. DID HE BLEED???

Tried reading her to sleep. The only books available in the room were grown-up in content. Longfellow poems just didn't cut it with her. Neither did Silas Mariner. She peeked out from under the blanket and said 'You have to read about JESUS to go to sleep!'.

Gave up on nap time. Tried watching 'scary cartoons' on TV. 'King of the Hill' didn't cut it. I guess I don't get the scary cartoon channel. Thankfully.

She fell asleep in my arms at 5:00. By removing my sock, I could pick up the TV control from the coffee table and change to something more mentally challenging to me by using my foot. About 5:30, was able to slip away.

Woke her up at six. THGGM was coming home with PIZZA! Worth waking up for.

Woke up MUCH happier. Even she noticed this. While she danced around in the kitchen I heard her say, 'I was SO naughty before, but I am SO happy now!'.

I was SO happy too.

Played a matching game with THGGM. Read 'Clifford the Big Red Dog'. We read this a lot, as I can never remember Clifford's girl's name. She ALWAYS remembers. It is Embaly Elifsabefs.

Where did she go? To THGGM, 'can you see her?. 'She is washing her hands'. IN THE TOILET AGAIN?' 'I am NOT washing my hands in the toilet, I am washing MY FACE!'. THGGM disinfects child. I take two aspirin.

Mommy came to pick her up. Goodbye hugs all around.

I slept really good last night. But, I kept dreaming I was left holding the sleeve of a coat while the back of a child ran off into the distance...