Sweet Dreams are made of this

A few years ago when Matthew kept having nightmares he and I started up a little ritual of deciding what we were going to dream about that night so we wouldn’t have bad dreams. Last night as we were snuggling in his bed he asked me what we were going to dream about, then decided he’d choose both our dreams. “Well Mommy, I think tonight you’ll dream about buying me the Transformer Bokehead and I’ll dream about buying the tickelating (articulating?) wheel loader Legos”. Drat I was hoping to dream about our house turning into a chocolate chip cookie house and eating all our furniture.  I always get the short end of the stick.

Mr. Mom

Matthew is growing up in leaps and bounds these days and the more I let him do for himself the more independent he becomes it seems and the happier he is. And that translates to his relationship with his little sister too. He likes to help me look after her when he’s in a good mood and even takes over for me sometimes. Yesterday Maya went to the bathroom so I get up and go to wipe her bum but Matthew runs in there and says “OK Maya, I’ll wipe your butt for you” and guess what, he did it. He won’t wipe his own butt, but he’ll do hers. Hmmm. Today he woke up and went into the kitchen, and brings me back a jar of jam to open. I open it and he takes it back to the kitchen. I quietly follow to see what was going on, and there he was with the jam, slices of bread on the counter, two plates, and a knife and was making jam sandwiches for the two of them! He puts Maya’s sandwich together and hands it to her and says “here Maya, here’s your sandwich. Now take it to the table”. A few hours later Maya fell off a bar stool and was (fake) whining on the carpet. I tried to go comfort her but Matthew ran past me calling out “I’ll save you Maya! I’m coming to save you!”. He picks her up off the floor, gives her a little hug and asks “are you OK little girl?”. She says “I OK. Tank-you Madoo”. If he keeps this up he won’t need me anymore and then what will I do? I’ll have to get a hobby. Or a life!

Her Highness

Last night we got the kids dressed up for our picture with Santa Claus. Matthew was dressed in cords and a sweater, and Maya in a blue dress with fake fur cuffs and collar. Daddy put the dress on Maya, and she gasped and said “I yook yike a sincess” (look like a princess). Then she twirled around and around and ran around the house swinging the skirt of her dress around. Then she hiked it up over her head. Not quite yet ready for the ball but we’re working on it

Earring gnomes stealing earrings

Ever since Maya turned 2, her earrings have had trouble staying in her ears.  For the longest time this was Chris’ fault (yes you!!!) as he’d rip off her shirt at nighttime, ripping the earrings out in the process and almost taking the ears too.  We’ve lost an earring to each bloody pair we’ve ever bought, then miraculously found one missing earring to her first pair.  We’ve done really well the past 2 weeks keeping them in, and I check at least once a day to make sure they’re still there.  Last night she went to bed with both earrings.  Chris just went in to check on her, still asleep, and sees that one earring is missing.  AAARRRGGGHHH!  What the hell???????  So now I have to search for a damn tiny pink earring in a sea of mess that is their room (the condition of which is NOT my fault BTW) and then I’m going out to buy simple hoop earrings and be done with it!  Like Chris says, these earrings seem to be like socks in a dryer; they go in as a pair but one always escapes when you’re not looking.