10 p.m.: "I'm hung-er-eee."

[eyesroll]

11 p.m.: "I miss my mama."
Midnight: "I had another bad dream about robots that turned into monsters and I killed the monster robots."
1 a.m.: "I'm thirsty. Can I have some apple-strawberry juice?" (Does the squirmy dance.) "NO I don't need to go potty. I DON'T NEED TO GO POTTY." (Repeat as she was being held on the toilet, quite copiously going potty.)
2 a.m.: "Can I sleep in your bed? Your bed is soft and I don't like my bed."

...


6:30 a.m.: "No. It's not time to get up. It's nighttime and nighttime is for sleeping."


:boring:

[Arugula Latte]

1. Heh. Been there!

When my daughter crawls into bed with me, invariably waking me up, I tell myself, "Well, it won't be long before she probably won't want anything to do with me!"

[eyesroll]

7. Heh...I'm the (unmarried) stepparent, so it's been an adjustment...

I once read about a celebrity divorce agreeement that prohibited the children from sharing a bed with any new partners. "That's absurd," I thought. "Why on earth would a new partner share a bed with a child that wasn't theirs?"

The very first time I spent the night in the same bed as her dad with her around was when we visited his folks in Texas. They put us in their guest room, and kiddo in their now-adult daughter's former room. All was well, but then suddenly, it was morning, and there was a little body, right there between us. We didn't even hear her come in.

"Oh. That's why."

Now we live together, so all bets are off.

(Thankfully, her mom is on board with this.)

[JVS]

2. Sounds awful

[eyesroll]

4. It's just payback for Friday, wherein she stayed in her bed until almost

7, nary a peep, and no accidents.

[dolo amber]

3. I'm going to have to have a talk with that child

about her anti-robotism... :grr:

[eyesroll]

5. Yesterday morning, when she was going on about robots, I asked:

"Have you been talking to Ruby's mom again?"
"Yes I have."
"Did she talk about robots?"
"I dunno."
"Why the sudden fascination with robots?"

(pause)

"Can you wear the city on your head?"

[dolo amber]

9. I meant to warn you to beware the following conversation

I had with her over the weekend...something to the effect of:

"H, you'll be 4 on your birthday"
"What's 4?"
"That's how many years old you'll be"
"Oh. Why?"
"That's how birthdays work. You measure how many years you've been alive"
"What's 4?"


I, being the seasoned veteran of illogical child conversations recognized that as the slippery slope it was and changed the subject. You have been warned. :patriot:

[eyesroll]

10. Hm...she has a very basic concept of age, but...

She asked me: "What happens when you're 6?"
"Well, you can go to kindergarten."
"What happens when you're 4?"
"You'll still be in pre-school, but I bet you'll know how to read more words."
"What happens when you're 10?"
(etc.)

Then I asked:
"What happens when you're 30?"
"You die."

[JVS]

12. Hey, I remember having a conversation like that with my mom!

(JVS and mom sit in car)
Mom: JVS, your birthday is next week
JVS: Yeah. Big fun.
Mom: You're turning 4 years old.
JVS: Ok. (Looks at fingers) Does that mean I'm 3 now?
Mom: Yes.
JVS: but next week, I'm four?
Mom: Yes.
JVS: I understand

[billyskank]

22. For ages I couldn't understand why it was never tomorrow

I would constantly ask, is it tomorrow today?

[Beware the Beast Man]

11. ....

:rofl:

[LaraMN]

6. I feel your pain:

1 am: sleeping. :)
3 am: sleeping :-)
4 am: cough! cough! snort! whimper. :(
4:15 am: snorkf! gag! cough! gag! "mamaaa!"
5 am: see 4:15 am. :-( :-(
6 am: see 5 am. x(
6:15 am: give up any hope of sleeping beyond 4 am. get up.
Listen to little boy cry, cough, snort, and wipe snot until he passes out on chest at 10 am.
10:15 am: rotten little girls wake up sick baby boy. See 4:15 am, again.

AughrrgrhrghHH!

Do germs go to hell when they die? I sure hope so.

[eyesroll]

8. Oh. Yes. Coughing. I forgot that one.

That was roughly between hungry and nightmares.

[asthmaticeog]

13. That settles it.

I have to find time to visit Milwaukee. Knowing R and reading so much about H, I simply must see these two supremely quotable weirdness-bots in action together, or I shall die.

[Beware the Beast Man]

14. Form a supergroup and make them head songwriters.

They are like the Lieber & Stoller for the truly demented.

[eyesroll]

16. H's song in the car yesterday (paraphrased):

Don't poop on the table.
Don't poop on the car.
Don't poop on the cat.
Don't eat poop.
The wings on the museum are in the sky.
Don't poop on the table.

[dolo amber]

17. I fear I might be responsible for the poop thing

Sorry 'bout that.

[eyesroll]

18. Eh, she's three -- it comes with the territory.

Now if she starts making fart jokes, I will squarely blame hedges.

[JVS]

19. Has she heard "poopsmith" by Over the Rhine?

[eyesroll]

15. You'll die either way. You're over 30.

:P

[flamingyouth]

20. Oh my

Do Fen and I really want a child? :D

[eyesroll]

21. So long as you can function on interrupted sleep, it's not bad.

:D