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We’re almost through with 2009 – it’s been quite a fun journey!
We have spent the last week visiting our families. Overall it’s been a wonderful trip and we’ve enjoyed every minute.
There has been a little bit of a toll on us as we stay an extended period away from all that is familiar to us. The girls are still trying to figure out what’s going on with their nap schedule since we’re on a different time zone. We’ve been taking advantage of car rides in order to lull them to sleep.
Today drove a few hours to visit friends and Dos took a nap on the way up but Uno refused. After a full afternoon and fun adventures Lizard and I realized that the trip home was a necessary time for her to nap.
Dos, for her part, had an allergic reaction to the soap at Bath & Body Works and so we had given her a dose of Benadryl. Previously Benadryl knocked Dos out – but today it had the opposite effect. She was wired!
So... On the way home we told both of the girls that they needed to take a nap while we drove. They were quite resistant to this idea, but Uno was the more vocal of the two about her disinterest in our napping plan.
Finally Lizard put his foot down.
“Do not talk, Uno!” he said in his firm, “don’t mess around anymore” voice.
Uno began to wail. “But I have words inside of me and they want to come out!” she protested.
“They are inside of me saying, ‘Please, let me come out!’” she continued with her voice pitched almost to the height that only a dog could hear. “And I promised them that they could come out... But you say, ‘No!’”
Lizard and I were both cracking up in the front seats, trying to hide our laughter from Uno since she was howling and moaning as we drove along the highway.
Uno decided to give one last opinion:
“You mean guy!” she moaned a long “ooooooh” moan. “You mean guy!”
Then it got even better. Because Dos, the Dizzy Devil, began to chime in.
“Mean guy! Mean guy! Mean guy!” she chanted in her little 2-year-old voice. Then without pause, “Santa Clause is coming to town,” she warbled.
That sent us over the edge and I began to write down the conversation so that I could share it with you without messing it up.
Things calmed down a bit and we thought that the fun was over. But then Dos piped up again.
“Uno... Mean guy!” she said.
“I am not a guy,” Uno corrected Dos with passion. “I am a girl!”
Then Uno stopped to consider. “I am a lady!” she amended.
Dos' response?
“I’m Santa Claus!” she crowed.
Juggler blogs daily at StealingFaith about life, parenting, and poop or other bodily fluids likely to arrive in a house with three children and three dogs.
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