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Kidswapping, it’s like swinging without the orgies. March 6, 2006

Filed under: rambling anecdotes — Tracy @ 11:34 am

In keeping with one of the recent MommyBloggers articles, I thought of this:

Last Wednesday Ethan’s friend Reuben came over for a playdate (train sets and Shark Tale) so on Thursday his mother Leah returned the favour, picking Ethan up from kindergarten and taking him home with her and Reuben to play. I went to pick him up at five and found them all sitting on the floor watching Ice Age (the weather has been seasonably cold). Leah told me that they went to visit another friend across the road and while they were there, Ethan fell down some steps and grazed his finger.

Reuben and Matthew (the other friend) are the sort of kids that suck it up — they fall down, they get hurt, they get back up and keep on truckin’. Ethan, however, lay where he fell, considered the situation briefly, then decided to burst into loud, ear-’sploding howls. Leah and Denise were so confused by his reaction that they just gaped at one another, as did Reuben and Matthew.

As far as I can tell, they finally worked out that they could bribe him into silence with a Wiggles band-aid. But Leah, telling me this story, still had blood leaking from her ears and a look of total shell-shock on her face.

 
 

Ethan says… March 3, 2006

Filed under: darndest things — Tracy @ 12:16 pm

“I have a drain in me. Yeah. The drain’s in my baby! In my tummy! And it has a fan in it to keep the water safe. And my baby likes to eat spinach. And her name is Amy. And she sleeps in the other Amy’s cot.”

There are so many things in that statement that need explanation.

Hi, my kid is insane.

 
 

Update: still not crawling March 1, 2006

Filed under: darndest things — Tracy @ 8:16 am

Amy is sitting on a blanket in front of me surrounded by toys. Ethan asked me to put Amy on the couch. I asked why and he said, “Because I want to sit on the blanket!” I said no, because she was happy and it was her blanket anyway, so he went and pulled his duvet off his bed, dragged it out and set it up beside Amy’s and sat on it surrounded with his toys.

Now he’s playing peekaboo with Amy from under the duvet, and Amy is laughing like a twittering baby bird.

I mean how on earth did we end up with two such adorable charming children? Is there a baby lottery? Are we winnahs?

 
 
 

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