Once again, i've been so bogged down that I haven't had much of a chance to post. It's funny how blogging, which began as a pleasurable activity, has sometimes descended into the ranks of burdenous commitment! I suppose I should ease up on the pressure which I place upon myself if I don't post as regularly as I used to.
While I privately sort out my neurosis surrounding blogging, let me leave you with this amusing little anecdote:
My youngest child has a tendency to sleep with possessions that are brand new. When he got his first pair of running shoes, he insisted on putting them upon his bare feet before climbing into his crib for the night. When he got a new basketball that went into his crib as well.
Yesterday I bought him his Hallowe'en costume. Unlike my other two children, he is not interested in exploring the fun of homemade costumes. He's very much a commercially driven child who enjoys the canned pop culture version of life. His costume choice this year was Batman. For the whopping price of $35.00 we got a one-piece grey and black Batman jumpsuit, a yellow power belt and a fabulous black cape with the Batman mask attached. It was a veritable polyster-wrought masterpiece; in other words a young child's dream come to life. Of course, he had to don his superhero ensemble as soon as we'd cashed out of the store. (God forbid anyone should see him in his civvies).
No surprise that after his shower that night, rather than jumping into his pyjamas, he opted for his costume instead. His only concession to my concerns of nocturnal overheating was to abstain from wearing the cape and mask, although he insisted that they be placed next to him in bed. I guess he was anticipating that Toronto might have some emergency in the dead of the night which would require Batman's services.
At about 6:00 a.m. I was awakened by a very agitated mini Batman. Our young superhero was hopping back and forth from one foot to the other performing his best rendition of what is known in our household as The Pee Dance. Apparently, he awoke with a very full bladder but somehow couldn't negotiate his way out of his costume in order to relieve himself. Ironically, as soon as he was freed from the shackles of his nylon duds, he ran with superhero-like speed to the washroom. My husband and I chuckled throughout our little one's entire three minute-long pee session, and then laughed even harder when he very solemnly put his outfit on again before going back to bed.
God bless my kids ... without them I'd have absolutely nothing to blog about!
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Funny story! He sounds like a cute kid. Is this the one that might be gay? Batman was gay, I think.
I'm sort of the same way about new stuff. I get excited when i buy a new bottle of shampoo, I get to open it! A new tube of toothpaste, oh goody a new flavor! A new notebook, ah clean fresh and white. New bottle holders on my bike, check itout I can now carry not one but two bottles of water! New tires on my car, ah it rides so nice, let's go for a ride. The list goes on and on!
Coffeedog: Yes, my youngest is the one that I wrote about who may be gay or bi later in life. And he is really cute (of course I'm biased) in a completely different way than my other two were.
I wonder if the whole excitement for him of having something new is because he is the youngest and often feels that he gets the short end of the stick sometimes. Consequently, he places an even greater importance on things that were purchased strictly for him.
What's your explanation for your utterly adorable excitement over new things?
You would think manufacturers of kids' clothes would make them more pee friendly. ah, the Golden Child just continues to be adorable.
Snooze: It's actually a relatively easy costume to remove but in his haste he had pulled on the ties at the back and had tightened it into a knot. Maybe the manufacturer should have put in a trapdoor.
Oh SH*T, that is just TOO funny! Poor guy though! And bravo to him for being able to actually hold it in that long! Send me a shot(s) of all 3 kids in their costumes please.
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